Chapter 10
When Firentia was happily looking out the window, Clerivan was in Rulhac's office.
In addition to the job as the successor education teacher, he also had a lot to report to the owner of the house.
"………That's all for today."
"Good job. Sit down and have some tea."
"Then, I hope you don't mind."
When Rulhac pulled a small bell to ring, the attendant, who was waiting outside, came in with a teacup.
Rulhac Lombardy's office in the mansion, the sweet scent of the finest tea leaves delighted the sense of smell.
"So, how do you feel?"
Although the words were cut off, the relationship between Rulhac and Clerivan was enough to understand the meaning.
"I was able to understand the words of My Lord."
"Yeah, it's a very good opinion, you are"
However, as much as he was stingy with others, Rulhac laughed for one day because he knew of Clerivan, who was more strict to himself.
"Not so long ago, I thought she was just a normal seven-year-old child. It's a very strange thing."
"Even if not, I tried to ask about that."
Clerivan said, putting down the teacup.
"I have called and asked the servants who had brought by Lord Gallahan and Miss Firentia, and no one knew about the girl's genius."
"I see."
"I told you that Miss Firentia was qualified to take the class, and Lord Gallahan was also very surprised."
"Hmm...."
Rulhac rubbed the well-groomed beard.
It was a habit that comes out unconsciously whenever he thinks deeply.
Looking at the figure, Clerivan carefully put a word on.
"I don't think Miss Firentia was hiding her abilities."
"Hiding....?"
"It's just one of my hypothesis... ."
"Please explain."
Like the color of an old giant tree, Rulhac's brown eyes, which became much darker with the years, contained the power to make the person facing him lower his head.
Following the look of Rulac, Clerivan's face also became serious.
"She is a very brilliant young lady. Because she such a person, she'll see things that ordinary children will never see. For example, this Lombardy is the location of his father, Gallahan's house."
"It could be."
The atmosphere of Rulhac became even heavier.
He was the one who led the Lombardy family more successfully than anyone else, but his children didn't go as far as him as they grow up.
No, it was the most difficult thing in Rulhac Lombardy's life.
One son was too much, the other one had no idea, and the last one was weak.
The eldest and only daughter, Shannanet, was the most suitable.
To Rulhac, who was concerned about it, his son-in-law, Vestian Schults, came as a son-in-law and had his two sons follow Lombardy's name.
Even now, it wasn't once or twice that there was a problem when Lombardy's small business rights were taken away by Schults, who was not even qualified.
With a gloomy face, Rulhac shook his head as he sighed and lamented.
He was a little harsh.
However, the Head was not to intervene in the succession fight.
He just watches from afar to avoid going to the extreme.
"Isn't it lucky that Firentia doesn't resemble her father?"
His heart, which seemed to be stuffy, came to mind as he thought of Firentia, and it opened up and became cool.
"Miss Firentia's brilliant brain may be due to Gallahan's proper parenting. The environment is important."
"But that's a pity... Gallahan's position is indeed limited to the extent that Firentia had to conceal her abilities."
"I don't have much time left yet. Don't be too impatient."
At Clerivan's words, Rulhac nodded his head heavily.
"Let's just watch for now. Make sure to report it directly to me after each class."
Clerivan took another sip of tea and replaced it with an answer.
Smart.
It was then that the sound of knocking was heard.
It was Vieze who appeared after Rulhac's permission to come in.
"Father, the people from the Durac merchant guild have come."
"Then I'll get going."
As soon as Vieze stepped into the office, Clerivan bade Rulhac goodbye.
Only then Vieze noticed the existence of Clerivan, and became outright displeased as he frowned.
"You were here too."
"It's been a long time, Lord Vieze."
The two of them couldn't get along and said the thing right in front of him.
"My father has to meet an important person, so get out of the table..."
"No, sit down for a while, then go, Clerivan."
"Father!"
Although Vieze showed dissatisfaction, Rulhac did not budge.
Shrugged, Clerivan compelled to follow the orders of the household Lord and sat down again.
"Ask someone from the Durac merchant guild to come in."
"Yes."
Although he didn't like the situation, Vieze moved smoothly while staring at Clerivan.
Soon after, a middle-aged man in a fancy dress waiting outside came in and politely greeted Rulhac.
"Nice to meet you. This is Croiten Angenas of the Durac merchant guild."
Angenas.
Hearing the familiar family name made Clerivan furrowed his eyebrows.
Angenas was the current Empress's family and the family of Serral, the wife of Vieze.
Clerivan silently folded his arms.
"I'm Rulhac Lombardy. Sit down and let's hear your business."
Even in the short moment as Croiten sat down, Vieze couldn't hide his recalled face and shake his ass.
"I heard the story from my eldest son, but will you tell me about the plan again?"
At Rulhac's words, Croiten cleared his throat.
The explanation was lengthy.
After the long tedious introduction, Clerivan asked to confirm his point.
"So, you're trying to bring textiles from the East, process them, and sell them, but the current Durac merchant guild don't have enough room to go up against such long distances, so you want to ask us to transported them to Lombardy's merchant guild?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Also, the payment for the textile should be borrowed from Lombardy Bank."
"Yes, I would appreciate it if you do."
"Ha...."
What the hell is this crap?
Clerivan rubbed his aching forehead and stared at Vieze sitting across the table.
"Hmm......."
Rulhac was also rubbing his beard, looking uncomfortable.
"Isn't that a very good plan, Father?"
The words of the stupid Vieze erupted.
Now it was clear that he didn't even know what was the problem.
"If this is the case, please pay a large amount."
Moreover the Empress's cousin who was none other than an Angenas bandit, looking for the unexistent money he had entrusted to them.
By God, from their point of view, they might have thought it was just a simple thing.
This is the Angenas, the maternal family of Astana, the First Prince.
The Imperial Family as the back with the Empress as the front, was tied together.
In other words, Lombardy had to deal with the failure of this business, where only the shell was the Durac merchant guild, and eventually running with Lombardy's money.
Unless they intend to completely pretend to be with the Imperial Family, it would be impossible for Angenas to procure the door as if pursuing a debtor, and knowing that, they knocked on the door of Lombardy.
Who doesn't know what kind of storm that will appear in each of those words?
The only one that didn't know about this was Vieze, who is now smiling.
Not even Rulac knows how ridiculous this 'business plan'.
Clerivan tried to calm his anger.
It was because he believed that Rulac would refuse moderately.
"I'll leave this to you, Vieze. Try to do it thoroughly without making any mistakes."
"My Lord!!"
Clerivan, startled, exclaimed, but Rulac did not open his mouth again.
"Yes! Trust me, Father!"
Vieze was inclined to run away with Durak's top lord before his speech changed.
Clerivan, who alternated between Rulac and Vieze, who were consistent in silence, stood up from his seat and said firmly, hoping that he couldn't.
"Let's look at the things and talk before."
It was Vieze who was embarrassed by the sudden intervention.
What kind of thunderbolt is this in the midst of happily saying it was done?
The inside of this top-tier Durak project was the golden circle that would allow Vieze to approach the power of the center even further.
Currently, Angenas is experiencing some financial difficulties, and if he can solve it with this textile business, Empress will be in great debt to himself.
But when he hurriedly looked at the complexion of his father, who didn't know his heart, he was lingering at his opinion.
Vieze yelled at Clerivan, who was sprinkling ashes over the finished rice.
"You, someone who responsible for children's education, don't !"
However, Clerivan ignored Vieze and looked only at Rulac.
"That's not an unreasonable request. How about you, Mister."
Croiten rolled his eyeballs as if for a while and nodded reluctantly.
"I do that. I have a pile of textiles that I have already brought, so I will take them and visit again."
Vieze's crumpled face turned red in front of the top of the Durak.
And I couldn't lift my head like a man who had done something wrong.
"Sorry, Mister. It is not necessary."
That idiot!
Clerivan got sick of holding back what he wanted to yell.
It's like earning a low profile to a visitor who came to borrow Lombardy's hand and money.
No matter how stupid dogs were, they knew who to show their ships to.
Is he the son of Rulac?
Clerivan stared at Rulac, who looked at her eldest son with unknown eyes, but eventually shook his head.
* * *
"Is this right here?"
I was standing at the big door.
Although I lived in Lombardy for over twenty years, it was a room I had never been in.
When I was in class, I used the research room of the education officer in the north annex, not near the office of the Lord office.
"I guess this is right, well."
Shrugging me, I pushed the big door with strength.
The door opened smoothly without any noise, and the interior was visible.
"What?"
I used to think of a typical classroom with desks and chairs.
Actually, that was the environment when I was in class.
However, the appearance that I faced inside was completely different from that of a typical classroom.
The large space was filled with warm sunlight, and the carpet felt under my feet was soft enough to lie down right away.
Large and small sofas that look comfortable even at a glance were laid out all over the place, and musical instruments and cute dolls were placed in several places in the middle.
All I could see was a large blackboard and books filling one side of the wall.
And there were small human figures that naturally took over such a space as if it were mine.
Everyone was looking at me to see if I had heard the sound coming in, but the appearance was different.
Bellesac is astonished by his mouth wide open lying on the widest sofa.
Bellesac's older sister Laranne, who was reading a book with a large doll on one side.
And the twin sons of my aunt Shananet, Gillieu and Mayron, are sitting across the sunny window and looking at me with fat faces.
They were Lombardy's blood relative, my cousins.
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