Dillard, who is currently in charge of the Lombardy general manager, entered the mansion early in the morning under the call of the Lord.
Dillard line has been a family mber of Lombardy for generations, and their loyalty has been trendous.
As a joke, it was said that the Emperor of the Dillards was Lombardy, not the real Emperor.
"It’s been a while since you’re here, Ronse."2
At the mansion porch, the butler politely greeted him.
"Are we going to the Lord’s office?"
"No. Today, there was a person who called you to the eting room."
"eting room? Hmm."
Dillard answers as if it were a big deal while stroking his short beard.
This Lombardy’s general manager was old but never stepped back from the front lines for a mont.
Still, all of Lombardy’s contracts and advances have gone through his desk.
Obviously, although his job does not require him to et Lord in person he was called in hastily, and he was nervous, thinking that sothing might have happened.
But co into the conference room.
Then he asked the deacon.
"Are there any other people here besides ?"
The deacon replied with a small smile.
"Currently, Bray’s, Herrin’s, Bilki’s, Devon’s, and Were’s have already arrived. You are the last in Ro."
Dillard’s face beca more confused.
All the families the deacon spoke of were those who were serving Lombardy like Dillard.
Like the Dillard family, so people were in charge of major businesses such as banking, education, transportation, agriculture, and architecture.
Dillard, who quickly stepped in, hurriedly opened the door of the eting room.
Lord of Herin’s was greeted Dillard first.
"Oh, it’s been a long ti."
"Do you know what the hell is going on?"
However, he was the sa as he shook his head.
Ronse, the general manager search for an empty seat, sit down and asked the sa question to Bray’s first son, who was sitting next to him, but the answers were similar.
"I don’t know well either. I suddenly got a call yesterday..."
"It’s true. It’s not common to call them like this......."
Ronse was right.
It was only at the New Year’s party at the beginning of the year and Lulak’s birthday banquets that this number of people gathered at once.
Then, the door opened and another person ca in.
"No, even you, Clerivan?"
It was Clerivan with a drowsy face.
While looking at the middle for a mont, Clerivan naturally ca to the side of Ronse and sat down.
Ronse Dillard, who was briefly surprised by the appearance of Clerivan, said hello in a small, low-key voice.
"It’s been a long ti, Clerivan."
Clerivan, who rubbed his eyes as if tired, replied with a small voice, raising his head a little.
"Yes, father."
Clerivan’s surna pellet was his mother’s surna.
Dillard’s illegitimate child, Clerivan, grows up and lives apart from the Dillards family.
The vassals in the left who were familiar with the relationship of the rich man pretended not to hear the greetings shared by the two.
After a while, Lulak Lombardy opened the door of the conference room and entered.
Except for the old Were’s Lord, everyone jumped up and greeted them from where they were sitting.
Lulak laughed as he beckoned to sit at them.
"Everyone was here."
Contrary to what they were worried about, his smiley face looked very pleasant.
Thanks to this, the gathered vassals beca more suspicious.
"The reason I called everyone today is ....."
There was tension in the middle of the seat.
When Lulak beckoned once, the attendant ca out carrying sothing on the tray.
Sweet.
One small pot was placed in front of each person.
He couldn’t figure out what it was, tightly tied with a pretty red string.
"Hmm? What is this sll?"
Asked Dillard, carefully bringing his face to the jar.
"It slls cool, but it’s the first ti I sll it."
"I know, right."
Those who are in a hurry already lifted the jar and even shaken it slightly.
Lulak, who looked at them with a smile, said.
"It’s about."
"......The dicine?"
I had guessed at the bitter sll.
The vassals stared at each other’s faces in the distance.
"Can I open it?"
When Clerivan asked, Lulak nodded coolly.
To the vassals who quarreled back and forth for curious minds and unwrapped the red ribbon, Lulak explained more.
"It’s a versatile ointnt applied to a painful place. Especially, it’s a special dicine for muscle pain and people with poor joints like ."
"Hoh"
As they got older, the vassals that had one or two uncomfortable places looked into the ointnt while shining their eyes even more.
"Oh! But they said don’t apply it to skin peeling or bleeding wounds!"
Devon’s raised his index finger and said firmly.
"But why... "
Finally, Devon’s Lord asked in a small voice.
Lulak smiled as if he had been waiting for the question.
"Do you know who made the ointnt?"
"Well, well... ."
"That’s my granddaughter!"
Soon after, Lulak’s ’Hahahahaha!’ Followed by loud laughter.
"Speaking of a granddaughter."
The current third generations of Lombardy’s direct lineage were still young.
Larane, the oldest, was only 11 years old.
But the granddaughter made it.
Everyone was wondering if there was one more granddaughter of a grown-up that we didn’t know.
Then Clerivan asked in a quiet voice.
"Is this Florentia-nim?"
Lulak, who couldn’t stop shaking his shoulders, stopped laughing and looked at Clerivan.
The vassals in the middle of the left were rather fuzzy and noisy.
"If it’s Florentia, Gallahan’s...?"
"She still young.........."
However, it didn’t seem like they were joking about Lulak, who proudly boasted that it was made by her granddaughter, or Clerivan looking at that Lulak.
"Hahaha!"
Suddenly, Lulak laughed again.
Everyone, it was when they were sighing, saying that it was a joke.
"I’m not kidding. It’s really made by my granddaughter, Florentia. It’s a collaboration with a scholar nad Estira who entered the Academy this year as a researcher with my recomndation.
"Aha, a joint venture!"
"Hahaha! It was a collaboration!"
People burst into laughter only then.
Well, it is.
Even though it was made by a young child, what the hell was going on, isn’t it a collaboration with a great scholar?
If you look at it, you must have picked the color of this ribbon.
That was the idea of the vassals.
"It’s a product that will be sold in earnest from next month. At that ti, you won’t be able to buy it because it doesn’t exist, so thank you!"
"I think Lord is very proud of her granddaughter!"
Herin’s Lord laughed and struck him.
"I don’t know how far you’ll believe , but you should have seen my granddaughter co and negotiate with with the ointnt!"
"You an negotiating? With the Lord?"
The trails were amazing.
It was because they took quite a long ti to sit down, laugh, and talk with Lulak.
The average child cries hard even when held in Lulak’s arms.
But she negotiated with such a Lord. That kid?.
"Florentia isn’t afraid of . She’s a very nasty kid."
"Ho.... That’s amazing."
It was an unbelievable atmosphere that everyone said that Florentia created the ointnt.
He seed to be dubious to say that ’she wasn’t scared of Lord and she was a kid too’.
"By the way, I didn’t know if the Lord was so proud of his grandchildren."
At this eting, Lord of Were’s family, who is the oldest and has a strong relationship with Lulak, said with a smile.
"The old guy has to be very smart."
It seed like a joke, but he laughed without worrying about Lulak.
Because he thought sothing was wrong, he was the one who rushed onto the carriage from early morning just to get the ointnt from the lord’s proud granddaughter.
Despite the unique cold, he looked down at the parcel in front of him with deep eyes without knowing what was inside.
Then, he touched the end of the red ribbon with his fingers.
It was the sa color as the color of the braids that Florentia wears most often.
"Clerivan. Why do you do that."
Dillard, who was watching him from the side, called his son in wonder.
"Maybe you are thinking the sa with your father and with them."
At first glance, Clerivan’s eyes looked at the laughs and chatters with a comfortable look.
But in the middle, there were monts when their eyes just stayed on.
"Everyone will be trying to figure out why Lord put everyone together and showed this ointnt."
In the kingdom of Lombardy, it was the job of the vassals to read and practice the Lord’s intention.
Everyone seed to be talking without thinking about it, but that’s just the appearance.
"Father, don’t you even think about ’How and when to distribute this ointnt at the top of Lombardy?’.
Dillard nodded, shrugging his shoulders as if he had been caught.
"And one more thing......."
Clerivan once again took a red ribbon in his eyes.
Sothing that could be called instinct was telling Clerivan.
Watch the owner of this red ribbon.
Clerivan cherished a small, round jar in his hand.
* * *
Class is over.
"I think red is a good match for Florentia."
Larane said, tying a red braid to my head.
"Lara’s white looks good."
I wasn’t just saying it.
Is it because of Larane’s white skin, or because of the blue eyes inherited from Angenas?
The white color went well with Larane.
"......Thanks."
She praised first, but she feels embarrassed to receive praise.
She was so kind, innocent, and tender-hearted that he wouldn’t be like Belsach, a child that was born in the sa boat.2
It was a flower that was too fine to wither without being loved by leaving alone in a far place.
I said to Larane while thinking about that.
"Don’t you like dolls? There was sothing that ca in as a gift for my birthday before, but I hate dolls. Would you like to have Larane?"
"Really? Wow, good!"
Larane showed off a happy smile that I would show when I got a gold bar from soone.
"I? I!"
"Give a present too, Tia!"
The twins made a cry as they sorted out the books and cushions I was trying to organize.
"Okay, I see."
There was only one reason I was chatting with kids like this now.
"Ha-am."
I looked back, pretending to yawn loudly.
I’m still watching, I’m watching.
Clerivan was looking at with eyes that seed to shoot a laser.
Even before the start of class, he asked questions to whenever he had spare ti throughout the class.
Then, after the class is over, he is doing that outright.
I’m worried about it.
But that doesn’t an that you can’t say, ’I’m going to die because your glares hurt’.
I am an innocent child who knows nothing right now, an innocent child.
Soone patted on the shoulder of morizing the spell to myself.
"Wow, that’s a surprise!"
"Why are you so surprised?"
It was Clerivan.
"Well. You were over there until now. Why, why are you doing that, sir?"
I asked with a disgusting smile as much as possible.
"Co with ."
"Yeah?"
Larane and the twins who were next to him also tilted their heads.1
I am not wrong.
"I told you to go with , Florentia."
What did I do wrong?
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