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Chapter 52
“…What’s all this?”
As I was leaving the morning lecture, four guys suddenly grabbed .
Then they dragged to the lounge and soon handed so white papers.
“What’s this all about? If it’s so kind of draft for re-enlistnt, I’ll tear it all up.”
“What are you saying? Even if we’re crazy, we wouldn’t re-enlist!”
“Yeah, yeah, Karl. That’s crossing the line.”
“…”
Well, that’s true. Sorry. Even I think re-enlistnt is going too far.
“What is this, then?”
“You read it.”
“It’s definitely not a loss.”
“It’s a gain. Definitely.”
“Karl, wouldn’t you like it too?”
Seriously, what is this about? If you start talking, where does it end, guys?
With a sigh, I began to carefully examine the papers they handed .
“Hmm…”
Tap—
“Hey, you guys.”
“Yes, Karl?”
“Has your family’s allowance been cut off or sothing?”
“What?”
“What are you talking about?!”
No. If that’s not the case, then why would you guys go to such lengths?
I shook the papers they handed forward.
Exactly, they were ‘patent applications.’
“If that’s not it, then why are you doing this?”
The four guys handed patent applications. And the contents were about Bungeoppang and hotteok.
Starting with the nas, shapes, colors, thods of making them, and even the tools and molds used to make them. They seed to have prepared everything that could be patented and were eager to seize it all.
“Why not, Karl. It’s obvious.”
“And what’s that obvious reason?”
My question prompted Shulifen to confidently declare with his arms crossed.
“Because it’s almost winter!”
“That’s right.”
“We thought about selling them during the festival, but these sell even better in the cold! Why? Because they’re warm! They’re easy to eat while staying warm! Sweet and delicious!”
“That’s true.”
“If we could spread this throughout the empire, this will quickly beco the people’s favorite snack! The probability of that is very high!”
Sotis I wonder if those bastards are in a situation similar to mine. How do they know that Bungeoppang and hotteok sell well in winter and beco a national snack? Seeing them so confident makes unable to erase such doubts.
“So we talked about it among ourselves, Karl.”
Continuing Shulifen’s words, Wilhelm opened his mouth with a sowhat serious tone.
“We’ll patent this, get a fair value, and advertise it throughout the empire. If it goes as well as we expect, we could make a lot of money just by sitting back. There’s no better winter snack.”
“Yeah, that’s true. But why are you discussing this in front of ?”
“It’s a natural question. You’re the one who ca up with the idea first, Karl. It doesn’t make sense for us to work on it without acknowledging you.”
In response to Wilhelm’s words, the other three nodded in agreent, looking at .
So, as a rightful privilege of the originator, include my na in this patent, would you? That’s what it sounds like.
“Alright. Do it among yourselves. I’m good.”
“What?”
“Do it among yourselves. The patent. I’ll waive my rights.”
I just presented the concept. It’s those guys over there who took it to the highest level at the recent festival.
In other words, it’s the four of them over there who confird the possibility of success through the patent.
I know the money that can be obtained through a patent is trendous. But there’s no reason to risk my life for money. Our family doesn’t even have a small rural estate, and among the counts, we’re at the top.
Moreover, I receive a huge pension from the empire for receiving a dal of honor.
“The one who made it a great success is you guys. I just ca up with the idea and helped out later.”
“Hey, Karl. Still!”
“You won’t have anything to do. Just put your na on it. We’ll take care of the rest.”
“We’re not trying to make you feel like an unscrupulous bastard, are we?”
No, it’s not that I really don’t need the money. You guys.
What you seem to be forgetting is that I’m a dal of honor recipient.
Isn’t it strange if a guy like starts talking about making money, especially by patenting sothing to eat?
“Look. Who am I?”
“Karl?”
“Karl Adelheit.”
“Returning student.”
“Our classmate.”
Ah, damn it. How did you end up being all wrong while chatting? Oh no. Well, I guess it can’t be helped. After all, when you think about it, they’re all right.
“Anyway, those are correct words, but besides that.”
I tap my chest. Or rather, where the dal should be. When I did, Alexander exclaid, ‘Oh!’ with admiration.
“dal of Honor recipient?”
“Correct. Alexander. Here, I’ll give you 10 points.”
“Waaah!”
No, it’s a joke, but it’s weird if you’re so genuinely happy.
“Anyway. I’m a dal of honor recipient. Right?”
“Yeah. But?”
“But, it’s not ‘but.’ Shulifen. People might misunderstand if they see a person like applying for a patent and making money. They might say, ‘Oh, the dal of honor recipient doesn’t have money!'”
Upon hearing this, Shulifen shook his head.
“What does a patent have to do with not having money? In the first place, a patent is ant to secure rightful rights to concepts, fraworks, or things created by oneself.”
“….”
Why does a guy who is so smart turn out to be a fool when he needs to be?
“Shulifen is right, Karl. A patent isn’t a bad thing.”
“Of course, that’s true, Joachim. But you have to consider public perception. As a dal of honor recipient, I believe I should be more cautious than others.”
It seems my persuasion has sowhat worked, as Alexander is the first to nod in agreent. Shulifen and Wilhelm follow suit, murmuring, ‘That could be.’
“Still, it feels too exclusive if we keep it among ourselves.”
However, Joachim still seed to believe that I should have a stake in it.
Kids. Loyalty and conscience, who’s the real hero here? Yeah, romance approved!
“…I’m sorry if I was too harsh, Joachim. And to the rest of you.”
As I looked at them, suddenly a good idea ca to mind. It’s sothing I’ve been considering for a while, but the scale of it was too daunting to attempt.
“The money earned from patenting. Can a portion of it be used as I suggest?”
“How so, Karl?”
“Just say the word, and I’ll listen.”
“I want you to start a foundation.”
At my words, the four of them asked, ‘A foundation?’ while simultaneously looking at .
“Yes, a foundation. To be precise, it would be like the Disabled Veterans Pension Foundation.”
* * *
Shulifen looked at Karl, who was enthusiastically explaining the foundation.
“The Empire has a lot of support programs, of course, and it’s not that we don’t have enough of them, but it’s because we have a lot of good things going for us.”
“In addition to the fact that it creates a social perception where the money spent by the empire’s citizens returns to those who fought for the empire, it also gives them a greater sense of recognition for their efforts. And not just for veterans, but for their families as well…”
“We don’t need to make it excessively large. Since various policies for veterans are already in place for war achievents and welfare, we just need to complent them appropriately.”
Sotis it seems like Karl has a different perspective on the world than the rest of us.
Even though we’re the sa age, gender, and nobility, how does he have such a different view?
How can he be so confident? Is military service really that great? Did being a soldier help him so much?
“Hey, Shulifen.”
Wilhelm, who was next to , poked my side.
“What do you think about that? The Disabled Veterans Pension Foundation.”
“…Expressing an opposing opinion might make look like a really bad guy, wouldn’t it?”
“Never mind that. Isn’t it a bit too much to only use a portion of the money from the patent for that?”
I look at Wilhelm to see what he’s trying to say.
In response, Wilhelm Fritz, the son of the Marquess of Gramstad, smiles.
“Since we’re doing it anyway, let’s do it properly with the strength of our family.”
“The strength of our family?”
“Yeah. It’s a good thing. It’s sothing we should do properly as nobles.”
Karl’s intention was simply to use what cos to him.
However, Wilhelm didn’t stop there and seed to have a broader and larger view.
“Of course, it’s sothing we should do properly. It’s unreasonable to just use the money that cos back to Karl for that. That would be neglecting our duty as nobles.”
“…Actually, I thought the sa way. So, I also considered using so of the money from patenting for the operation of that pension foundation.”
A foundation that takes care of not only veterans but also their families comprehensively.
A voluntary effort to help them beyond what the law mandates in the empire.
“What do you guys think? Alexander. Joachim.”
“It’s common sense. Are we crazy to only use Karl’s share for such a thing? Do we lack conscience?”
“The Prince of Thierdal casts his vote in favor of the pension foundation.”
[PR/N: Title might change in the future]
Taking advantage of Karl’s excitent to talk about the Pension Foundation, the four of them took a mont to listen.
The heirs of Marquess of Adria, Marquess of Gramstad, Brüne Imperial County, and the Prince of Thierdal, have made up their minds to think positively and seriously about the foundation.
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