In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 13

"Put on a foothold!"

The carriage of the owner of Durak Company stopped and, terrifyingly, Viese jumped up and shouted to the servants.

Clerivan, who followed him with Lulak, pounded his tongue a little.

While waiting for textile samples from Durak, he also investigated the owner.

As a result, he was the Empress’s person.

To be precise, the current Angena’s Lord is his father.

In terms of the number of a family member, he was quite far from the center of the family, but he was a person who has been close to the Empress since he was a child and has been watching her that he grew up with.

However, Viese’s situation was excessive.

No matter how much pressure the Empress had, Viese was the eldest son of Lulak Lombardy.

It is not necessary to be low-profile like that.

Even it was Angena, who produced the current Empress, still not on a par with Lombardy.

There was no way Lulak, that walking right next to him, couldn’t hear Clerivan’s clicked tongue

However, there was no sign of displeasure.

He just silent and looked at his first son with more unknown eyes.

Eventually, when Viese opened the door instead of the servant, Durak’s owner, who seemed familiar, got off the carriage.

Then he bowed his head to Lulak and said hello.

At least the owner knows the proper hierarchy.

Clerivan groaned inside.

“You worked hard to come. I want to check things right before I go inside. How about?”

“...You do that."

The eyes of the owner of Durak Company slightly frowned.

I tried to bring in the textiles I brought, but I didn’t really know that would be a prerequisite for the business.

It was just a formal procedure, and Viese, who reassured the lord over and over again, said, standing in front of Lulak.

"Father, do you really need to do that?"

"Get out of here."

Lulak’s angered eyes turned to Viese.

He wasn’t frowning on his face, nor he was staring loudly, but when Viese saw his eyes, Viese instantly hardened.

"Are you taught that you can stand in front of the Lord?"

"Ah."

Only then, when Viese realized his mistake, he hurriedly stepped aside.

"Roll the cover."

At Lulak’s command, the servants removed the cover of the wagon brought by the Durak Company.

"Hmm."

Lulak, who reached out to the textile and swept it, shed low saliva.

The surface was irregular and rough.

"Clerivan."

When Lulak called, Clerivan approached as if he had been waiting.

Not surprisingly, his expression when he touched the cotton of the textile was not very good.

“What are the raw materials?”

Clerivan asked Durak’s owner.

"Oh, it’s......."

The owner hesitated for a moment as if he couldn’t remember.

You can’t even say the raw materials of the things you’re trying to sell by borrowing someone else’s money.

It was a point that showed the Angenas family’s ignorance and attitude toward commerce.

"It is woven from the leaves and stems of the coroi. "

"You mean the coroi?"

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Coroi was a kind of weed-like plant that grew widely throughout the empire.

When Clerivan, a well-recognized student, noticed for the first time hearing about the textiles made from coloi, Viese was a bit upset.

"It’s the traditional way in the eastern part of the empire. It’s what the upper-ranking master himself asked for. I pretended to know, and I didn’t know anything."

Really, ’Clerivan was crying at Viese’s groaning without knowing, but there was nothing to say.

Textiles weren’t a field he knew much about.

He has been in charge of successor education and when he living in Lombardy he has done a lot of commerce, but it was his first time hearing the woven fabrics using coroi.

"Since it is widely used only in the east and is not well known in other regions, it will be a great benefit."

The owner said to Lulak.

“Is that so?”

At first glance, it seemed like a positive answer, but at the same time, Lulak’s gaze know from a lot of rough cloth that was piled up in luggage would be failed.

We received a written report of the amount and labor required by the Durak Company.

Certainly, if it were the other company, it was a huge sum that alone couldn’t afford it.

But it wasn’t that burdensome for Lombardy.

Even if this textile business failed, Lombardy was able to make up for the damage in a month or two. It wasn’t money that Lulak was worried about.

The oldest son, Viese, who is talking with wrinkled eyes next to the upper circumference, was captured.

The current Empress, Rabini Angenas, was a narrow but ambitious character at the same time.

To make her son a Crown Prince, She did not cover the fire.

The Durak Company, which was made quite urgent, lacked funds to bribe the aristocratic council, so it was going to be done to raise funds.

However, if for any reason this business went wrong and the Empress was not financially satisfied, it was clear to whom he would blame it.

Viese thinks if he does this, he can get closer to the Empress’s side, so he will stay like that.

Lulak finally made a decision.

This textile business will be a test for not only the Empress but also for Lulak.

"Viese."

"Yes, Father!"

"This textile business......."

It was just before the words ’I will leave it to you in the future’ came out.

Beyond the wheel of the wagon, a small brown-colored head rises, and there is a voice again and again.

"Wow, it’s a fabric that makes clothes!"

Four people standing in a hard atmosphere looked at them at the same time.

"Florentia?"

Lulak muttered in surprise.

At that grandfather, Florentia smiled brightly and said in a louder voice.

"My dad knows this very well!"

* * *

Looking at the people who were surprised by my sudden appearance, I showed a more childlike, innocent smile.

"How did you come here suddenly?"

Grandpa asked me, lowering himself slightly.

"I went for a walk with my dad! But I just ran because I saw my grandfather!"

I came to meet my grandfather, but there was no grandfather to hate.

It was also said that a young granddaughter ran wildly.

Not surprisingly, I could see the tail of Grandpa’s mouth pointing upwards.

"Thank you, Florentia. But running around is dangerous, so be careful in the future."

"Yes, Grandpa."

My grandfather patted me on my head, but Viese, who was displeased with being disturbed, said to me, shaking his hand as if chasing a fly.

"Adults are working, so go away and play, hurry up!"

But I shrugged off such Viese and asked my grandfather.

"But what is all this? There are so many identical fabrics!"

"This is a cloth made of grass called coroi. I was talking with the adults here and wondering if I could make money by selling this to people."

"Ah, that’s right."

What makes money.

This business is ruined.

To mention the problem, there are too many.

During several problems, as a result, this large-scale coroi textile business collapsed and Lombardy had to endure financial bleeding.

Now I step out and say, ’Don’t even start, let’s fold here’.

I might say that, but that wasn’t my job yet.

"Oh, huh! Tia! What if you run alone like that!"

It’s my father’s job.

I said, looking back at my father with an innocent face that I knew nothing.

"Dad! Grandpa sold this fabric!"

"Huk, whoo! I’m sorry, father. Tia, you shouldn’t disturb the adults talking. Let’s go over there and buy a book."

My father, who didn’t know my heart, tried to take me to the other side.

"Look at this, Dad! This is a cloth made of grass called coroi. It’s amazing!"

"Huh? coroi?"

I knew how to show interest.

My father turned to the cart to see if he was interested in weaving with plants that were nothing more than weeds such as coroi.

"Hoh, this is a fabric made of coroi. It’s my first time seeing the real thing, but it’s the first time I’ve ever touched this kind of touch...... ."

My father, who was talking with excitement without knowing it, realized the situation again and blushed.

"Come on, Tia."

You can’t just go like this!

At that time, I heard a voice piercing my burning heart in one shot.

"You take a look, Gallahan."

It was my grandfather.

Viese suddenly appeared and pretended to know her younger brother seemed to be anxious, but his face was a spectacle that he couldn’t even intervene.

"I don’t know that much either. Other than that, in the eastern part of the empire, this coroi plant was woven and used for about a hundred years. It’s easy to make and the ingredients are available right from the mountain, so it’s a textile that commoners love."

"Commoner?"

However, the reaction from the owner of Durak was a little strange.

When my father told him that the coroi cloth was mainly used by the common people, his face fluttered.

"Is this the cloth used by commoners?"

"Yes, it is, but as you can see, it is rough and coarse, so it is not suitable for use in the clothing of the nobles."

"Huh, yeah."

Grandfather asked when the owner of durak could not speak.

"Why are you, sir?."

"The one who informed me said that this textile is a favorite by commoners and nobles alike would make use of its often. So I tried to do business with the nobles."

"Don’t you say you got it yourself a little while ago?

"It’s, a person that I know so well, say that it is different"

"You seem to have been cheated by someone you know well."

The face of the owner of durak, who was embarrassed, turned red.

"But there is one downside from coroi textile. Once harvested from plants, there is a kind of shelf life. Ah, too."

Father lifted the bottom of the hem piled with layers of fabric and kicked his tongue.

The woven fabrics in the middle had a sour mold.

"The finished coroi cloth is vulnerable to moisture. It seems like this was the case during the rainy season a while ago."

"Ha, my God."

The owner was unable to hide his frustration.

Of course, it will be useless.

Because he found out that all the business plans he had been ambitiously prepared for, were useless.

At that time, my father, who was thinking about something, said to the owner.

"However, even in the territory near the direct jurisdiction, coroi is growing enough, so if you procure materials without bringing it from a distance, there will be no big problem."

"Oh-oh, is that so!"

"And if you’re really going to do this business with nobles, try mixing with cotton when you’re weaving."

"Cotton?"

"Yes. Actually, coroi is not a very bad material. It is good that you can save a lot of costs. So, if you mix with the cotton it will be saved from the raw materials by investing a little in the manufacturing, you will get a very cool and soft textile."

"Hoh, that’s the way it is!"

As if seeing a sound of string descending from the sky, the eyes of the owner of Durak toward my father shimmered.

"But blending cotton flannel with other raw materials is a fairly advanced skill. Be sure to select the weavers with the right abilities."

"Ohh, weavers..........?"

The owner really blew his eyes as if he didn’t know anything about this area.

"Our Lombardy’s Textile Worker’s Guild will be able to do it well. Of course, that should increase Lombardy’s distribution to the profits of the business."

Clerivan intervened in a good time.

"How much do you think?"

"Considering the salaries of Lombardy craftsmen...."

When Clerivan and The owner of durak started a bargain, my father took my hand.

I was trying to get out of my body quietly.

"Gallahan, you are in charge of this business."

Even though my grandfather’s tremendous order caught my father’s foot.

"Oh, Father!"

Viese almost screamed.

he could not let the business he had been nibbling hard at was taken away by the youngest.

But Grandpa’s attitude was very firm.

"But I don’t know much about business. It’s out of my abilities, dad."

My startled father said that he was going to refuse, but my grandfather asked the owner of Durak in a relaxed tone.

"It looks like you need an adviser who knows well in this field."

"It was a case that I’m in trouble because I didn’t have any knowledge about textiles. If young Lombardy can help, I’d be reassuring!"

Viese acts like a servant in the house of others and changes his attitude by saying that he is a pride of his father.

"If it’s about business, I’ll give you the strength you lacking at. Don’t worry too much, Gallahan."

Clerivan, who has a bad relationship with Viese, also offered to help my father.

My father, who hesitated for a moment, looked down at me and holding my hands.

You can do it, father!

I said with as much light as possible.

"You can help him! That’s cool, Dad!"

My words were the final blow.

My father, holding my hand tight to see if he had made up his mind, nodded to grandfather.

"I’ll try it once."

I barely put up with what I wanted to shout while jumping on the spot.

If it was my father, he can make this business successful.

As the underlying problems will disappear, both Lombardy and Angenas will be able to make big money, and there will be no fools who can hinder the business of the two largest families in the empire holding hands.

"Benefit!"

Except for an idiot like Viese who is working hard on his teeth here.

But as long as my grandfather lives, there is nothing he can do about it.

If you try to ruin a business with money from your family because of jealousy, my grandfather won’t be stand.

"Dad, it’s cool."

I stood quietly, muttering these words so that my father’s ears could hear them.

There is something I know for sure after living in the future.

As Lombardy is interested in the succession to the throne, the Empress is also a person who has a great interest in who will inherit Lombardy’s office.

Until now, the eldest son was the most prominent, but there was no Imperial Noble who did not know that Viese was not brilliant.

Viese and his family are attending the dinner held by the Empress and the Emperor every month in the Imperial Palace.

At least once on the attendance list, I’m sure it will be Gallahan Lombardy and his family.+

And in the Imperial Palace, there were people who I must meet as soon as possible.

The person who was born from a maid was an illegitimate child of the Emperor, I have to keep him by my side to succeed in the Lord position.

Second Prince Perez Brivachau Durelli is in the Imperial Palace.