A few days later, Pellet Corporationâs office.
Clerivan, who was reporting the business to me, suddenly spoke in a voice full of concern.
"Thereâs already a lot of talk among Lombardy vassals about this delivery business, Lady Florentia."
"I know. It was flipped."
After hearing the news, Larane, Craney, and the twins ran to ask if the rumor was real.
"There has never been such a hot topic since the direct lineage of the householder has invoked its authority."
"Maybe itâs because Iâm still young. Well, there may be other reasons.â
I shrugged and replied lightly to Clerivanâs comments.
"The more people talk about me and this business now, the more I gain after success. I donât care."
With my relaxed appearance, Clerivan eventually nodded and moved on to the next agenda.
"Weâve been in contact with the Angenas. They want to buy the tree we have."
"Theyâre trying to speed up the development of Western tourist attractions. They wouldnât be satisfied with what the Ivans gave them."
"It seemed very anxious enough to know that we still had a lot of Triva wood beside the one we sent to Chesire."
"I think so. They still have some extra money left, but they canât hurry up with the construction because they donât have any materials."
"I think theyâre going to pay a pretty high price."
"Thatâs right, but weâre not selling Triva woods."
This time, Clerivan seemed a little surprised.
He doesnât understand why I donât sell stacked lumber even though buyers show up to pay for it no matter what.
After thinking for a while, Clerivan spoke very carefully.
"But the Ivans are constantly supplying wood, and the Monak Top has quite a lot of Triva trees. Maybe itâs going to go according to Angenasâs plan..."
"Even if the Monak Top sells all the wood that Perez has to Angenas, that would not be enough. Eventually, theyâll be in constant contact with us. The Empress is in such a hurry."
And thatâs Empress Rabiniâs decisive mistake.
In my previous life, it was a development project that was still in the groundwork.
Because they are not in a hurry, they were able to complete the tourist attractions safely even after the âthat thingâ.
But if youâre so hasty like this...
"Donât worry, Clerivan. Angenas will continue to remain the poorest territory in the Empire. For a while."
* * *
I returned to the mansion after a meeting with Clerivan.
Itâs already quite hot as spring is over and summer has passed.
Iâm walking towards the annex wiping my sweat with a handkerchief.
The atmosphere of the mansion is strangely cluttered.
Two maids, who were passing in front of me with half-jumping steps, bent down and often ran again.
Then, from afar, someone called me in a loud voice.
It was Craney running towards me.
"Sister! Sister Florentia!"
Is he bigger in the meantime?
Because the tall guy runs, it seems that more dirt is blowing.
"Whatâs going on, Craney?"
"Where have you been since early? No, thatâs not whatâs important right now... Whoo."
Where the hell did you come from?
Craney shouted with a flushed face as he held his breath.
"His Highness Second Prince is at the mansion now!"
"Perez? Where?"
"The Knightsâs training center!"
Craney, a big fan of Perez, and stomping his feet excitedly.
"I hear heâs fighting the knights there... I was just on my way!"
"Ah, thatâs why theyâre all running there."
"Letâs go see it!"
"Okay, letâs go."
When I arrived at the training hall with Craney, I saw a crowd already swarming first.
"Ah, there he is!"
Craney, who is so tall, seemed to be able to see beyond the crowd, but I can only see the back of their heads.
Craney, who hesitated for a while after seeing me like that, suddenly coughed loudly.
"Hmm!"
"Oh, Young Lady. Letâs go forward. Hey, get out of the way!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
A servant who recognized us paved the way for us.
"Tha, thank you!"
Craney smiled broadly and grabbed my hand and dragged it forward.
After going through the crowd for a long time, I finally saw a panoramic view of the training hall.
Perez was seen standing in the middle of a wide space.
Wearing a light shirt and pants with only a sword, he looked more like a sharply forged swordsman than an Imperial Prince.
"Here we go! Be careful!"
A knight around 30 years old, wearing the clothes of the Knights of Lombardy, ran into Perez, shouting aloud as if warning.
With a greatsword in hand, a thick hilt that seems canât be held with both hands.
Although he was tall, his body weight was different from Perez, who had a slender body overall.
It wasnât just that.
Suddenly, the Aura was waving bright blue in the big sword.
Perez looked a little dangerous in front of the knight who was rushing at him so fast, his massive body reminiscent of a bear.
However.
Clang-!1
A short metal tone rang.
Just once.
That was all.
But everything was different after the piercing resonant spread through the haze.
"This, this is..."
The knight, who had been rushing a little while ago, was looking vainly at his half-cut sword.
"My, my sword is broken..."
Unlike the shocked knight, Perez still had a calm face and only had his sword inserted into its sheath.
"Huh......."
Someone standing next to me groaned with their mouths wide open.
"Who, has anyone seen what happened?"
A middle-aged servant looked around and asked.
But no one answered the question.
Everyone was busy rubbing their eyes without saying anything.
Lombardyâs knight, standing with his head down, lowered his sword and bowed to Perez.
"Iâve learned a lot, My Lord."
"The purity of the Aura is low. Physical training is important because you use Bastard Sword, but if your Aura is weak, your destructive power is limited. Try a little harder on mana training."
Perezâs advice was plain.
There was no sign of the joy that he had won.
The knight, who was looking at Perez, greeted him again with a firm nod.
"Thank you, Prince."
The knight picked up his cut-off sword and stepped back, and the other knights rushed over and said.
"Next time, please fight me..."
"No, with me..."
"Itâs already thirty. Do some work, guys!"
Lourylâs husband, assistant chief Flint, who was leading the knights, yelled at them.
"I donât mind doing more yet, Lord Devon."
Perez spoke in a low voice, and the knightsâs faces glowed.
But Flint shook his head firmly.
"I canât do you any more harm. And Lady Florentia is here."
"Oh."
Perez looked back at me with a slight surprise.
Maybe he forgot he was at the Lombardy mansion.
I smiled and waved my hand to say hello.
When the fight seemed to be over, the crowd dispersed again.
"Good afternoon!"
Me and Carney stepped on the training hall, receiving greetings from the knights.
Then Perez, who walked toward me, smiled faintly and said hello first.
"Hi, Tia."
"Hi, Perez. What are you doing here?"
"I came here because I offered to have a match with Gilliu and Mayron last time. Today, the two went outside for training."
"So while youâre at it, you let the other knights see the swordsmanship?"
"I didnât have much to do while I was waiting for you."
"Good job. This is my cousin, we met at the banquet last time, right?"
"Yes. Hi, Craney."
"Oh, hello!"
When Perez called out his name, Craneyâs face turned red.
"Then do you want to go to my room for tea?"
Perez nodded at my question.
"Then say hello to the knights before you go."
"Oh."
Only then did Perez look back and say, as if he remembered the existence of the knights.
"Iâll be back next time."
"Oh, yeah... Thank you for your hard work today."
Flint looked at me and Perez a little awkwardly and murmured.
Whatâs wrong with him?
As I was about to walk towards the annex where my room was, Perez suddenly stopped walking and asked me in a low voice.
"By the way, is Craney going too?"2
* * *
"The Second Prince?"
Viese, who was watching the battle between the Second Prince and the knights in the main building overlooking the training hall, clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
"What a clown."2
He hated seeing the Knights of Lombardy who didnât know what to do next to the Second Prince.
"That girl again."
When Gallahanâs daughter, who was next to the Second Prince, caught his eye, Viese distorted her face.
"Such a cheeky girl."
He was on his way when he heard that Florentia was using her direct lineage authority to manage things with the Devon.
"How dare you use your direct lineage rights?"
In Vieseâs view, the blood of the nomads, Florentia was not entitled to use Lombardyâs direct lineage authority.
Even his eldest son, Blesach didnât know.
"Theyâre playing around."
Looking at the Second Prince and Florentia walking together, Viese murmured.
"Iâm done organizing the office. You can go in first."
John, the butler of the household, informed Viese.
Today is the third day of the week.
It was a day when the four brothers and sisters of the family gathered in one place according to a long tradition.
Viese, who passed John and entered Lord"s office without saying thank you, stood at the door.
He felt even more dirty when he remembered the days when he was Lordâs representative and used it as an office for a while.
"Of course."
I will make this office mine.
Itâs mine since birth.
It cannot be taken by anyone.
Viese stared at the seat where only the Lord could sit with his spiteful eyes.
Then a voice came from behind his back.
"Viese."
Vieseâs face, which turned casually, was distorted.
"If youâre not going in, could you get out of the way? Youâre in the way."5
It was Shananet who looked at Viese with an expressionless face.