As I stood my ground confidently, wrinkles ford on Pereira’s brow.
"As soone who has lived longer and as a rchant, I’m giving special consideration to a rising new trader like you. Don’t you understand that?"
Consideration, my foot.
He’s hoping that if I drop the charges, the investigation by Judge Mancini—who’s eager for a promotion—will lose montum, which would reduce the penalties Pereira has to face. He’s sugarcoating his words as if he’s trying to nurture a young sapling.
Even back in 21st-century Korea, when a new star began to rise, high-ranking officials and corporate leaders would try to stomp them down. Does he think it would be any different here, if not worse?
There’s a limit to how much you can look down on soone.
"Let be blunt. Going up against right now is like a rabbit challenging a lion," he said coldly.
By trying to coax into dropping the charges, he’s only revealing his desperation. He’s clearly suffered massive political and economic losses. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have co here personally to sweet-talk .
"I won’t deny that, Master Pereira."
Indeed, there is a huge power gap between and Pereira Trading Company.
"But surely, you don’t think I climbed this far in such a short ti simply due to luck?"
When a novice makes a profit from investing once, that might be luck. If they succeed multiple tis, it’s skill. I’ve succeeded in business more than a few tis. It’s not all luck.
‘While I shouldn’t get cocky, I must admit I have so skill,’ I thought.
"I have His Majesty behind ," I stated calmly.
Pereira clenched his teeth, but he didn’t argue. As soone who’s reached the rank of a great rchant, he’s quick-witted enough to process the implications. He must have realized that what I said was true.
"That’s why I, a re fledgling, dared to challenge a great rchant like you. Otherwise, why would I risk fighting you? If I were that stupid and simple-minded, I wouldn’t have reached this position."
Pereira sighed, the fight draining from him, leaving only bitterness.
"Why would His Majesty…?"
Watching him play the victim reminded of sothing a prison guard friend once told : ‘Criminals rarely repent in prison. Nine tis out of ten, they think the punishnt is too harsh for their minor offense.’
This guy may not be in prison, but he’s a criminal whose head wouldn’t be enough of a penalty for his sins.
"And this," I said, pulling out the 'nonexistent edict' that Allegro, the unofficial imperial emissary, had given , "is a direct order from His Majesty."
I didn’t hand it over for him to read. It was more effective to explain the contents as a veiled threat.
"His Majesty is aware that Pereira Trading Company has been smuggling our Empire’s steel to potential enemy nations like the Grand Duchy of Milania and Liguria."
"But we’re not at war with them," he replied, trying to deflect.
"If you’d been selling steel to a nation we’re at war with, you’d be facing a court-martial. Since that’s not the case, I’m here to discuss this politely."
Even in this dieval world, where human rights are scarce, it’s understood that those who aid the enemy deserve death. Even in Korea, aiding an enemy during warti could an a swift court-martial and execution.
"We’re not currently at war with them, but who knows what the next year or even a few months may bring? Should war break out, your steel will be turned into weapons and armor that will kill our soldiers."
At this, Pereira turned pale and began to tremble. I half-expected him to wet himself.
"His Majesty finds this situation highly unsettling."
I suspect the Emperor intends to educate the Milanese with war. Pereira Trading’s actions make him want to tighten internal discipline.
"That’s why His Majesty has given this direct order. It’s also an act of rcy."
It was almost laughable to call this rcy given the losses Pereira was already facing, but it truly was. If Pereira weren’t a royalist, the Emperor might have torn him out by the roots.
If a condemned criminal, bound and awaiting execution, is shown the executioner’s sword dance and then spared, isn’t that a kind of grace?
Of course, this doesn’t an Pereira is innocent. His greed has pushed him too far this ti.
‘If you wanted to sell illegally, you could have chosen the Kingdom of Lyon or Granada.’
"If the truth of your steel smuggling were revealed after war had already begun, you’d face martial punishnt."
In other words, he’d lose his head.
Even in the 21st century, the assets of a person sentenced to death are usually passed on to their family. But in the Tuscan Empire, where they believe punishnt should be severe, a death sentence ans total asset confiscation.
And since an upper-class family’s wealth is primarily tied to the head of the family, the entire trading company would be seized by the Empire.
The Empire often tries people for war-related cris using current circumstances as the baseline, so they might seem unfair, but it’s reality.
"His Majesty is rciful and wishes to keep this under wraps."
Pereira, who had co here initially intent on killing , was now at my rcy, his pride crushed.
"How can I escape His Majesty’s wrath?" he begged.
"Simply stop exporting steel to the Grand Duchies of Milania and Liguria."
This was all the Emperor had ordered to demand. There’s no need to ask for more.
"And it would be best if you quietly accepted the punishnt for your military procurent scandal in the High Court."
This part was the Emperor’s requirent. From here, I could take so liberties as long as I didn’t oppose his will.
Pereira continued to plead.
"Is there no way for to escape this situation?"
"Just accept the punishnt."
Any form of corruption involving military supplies, regardless of scale, carries severe penalties. Feeding soldiers rotten food is just beyond the pale.
"Why so harsh? If His Majesty wanted dead, he would have already punished for the steel smuggling. Doesn’t that leniency show his rcy?"
I leaned back and gazed at him, savoring the mont. Pereira deserved to be bled dry for his sins.
"I hear that your board mber, Alphard, acted on his own out of greed. Isn’t that correct?"
My tone suggested that if he offered up a scapegoat, the Emperor’s wrath might be lessened.
"Yes, Alphard did act independently. I will ensure stricter oversight."
This was what I needed to secure my reward. The real negotiations began now.
"But I doubt the Emperor or Judge Mancini will see it that way. After all, I’m just a lowly knight. What influence could I have?"
If you want to send a ssage to soone high up, you need to pay a fee. Likewise, if you want to contact soone influential, you should be prepared to pay generously.
"Please, I beg you," he said, close to desperation.
"I may carry the Emperor’s order, but I’m just a humble knight. Why would His Majesty listen to ?"
Of course, the Emperor will listen to —he values young n who carry out difficult orders. Pereira knows this all too well.
"I will give you a luxurious mansion in Florence!"
I guess he knows that I’m wealthy and that offering money alone wouldn’t work.
"A luxury mansion in Florence is worth at least a thousand gold coins."
Mansions aren’t just expensive; acquiring the land alone takes more than just money. It’s a decent bribe. But I pretended to get up.
"Perhaps you should co back another ti."
"Two luxury mansions! I will give you two!"
"Try communicating that directly to His Majesty."
He won’t forget the resentnt he feels toward . We’ll never be friends, so I need to get as much as I can now.
"I don’t need the mansions. Instead, give the Friulano Winery and the vineyard owned by the Tuscan Trading Company."
The Friulano Winery produces so of the finest wines in the Empire, and its value is beyond comparison with a couple of mansions.
"That’s a bit…"
I shook my head.
"Do you want His Majesty to continue harboring his suspicions?"
One thing I know for sure is that while the Emperor doesn’t intend to kill Pereira, if I report that Pereira hasn’t fully repented, Judge Mancini will ensure justice is brutally served.
Pereira’s eyes filled with tears, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his hands bled.
"I’ll do it. Just please, convey my sincerity to His Majesty."
"As you wish."
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