In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 29

Lombardy’s office in the mansion.

Heavy air that seemed to be unable to breathe was filling the interior of the office like a crush.

It was a feeling of desolation that the culprit would want to turn back and run out again as soon as he stepped into this place.

It was Lulak Lombardy, sitting at the desk in the mansion offices, creating such a terrifying atmosphere.

Lulak, who was nicknamed ’The Lion of Lombardy’ when he was younger, grew deeper and heavier as he got older.

Now, he was angry like a thunderbolt, but when he was deeply troubled like today, the overbearing appearance reappeared.

Lulak was looking at the statue of Natalia, his wife, on the window.

It was a bust given by her granddaughter, Florentia, as a present.

He always enjoyed it with longing and affection for his wife, but it was a little different nowadays.

"Natalia..."

Lulak gave the deceased wife a low name.

"We should have been a bit more strict parents."

Viese was the first son of both couples.

On top of that, there was Shananet, the eldest daughter, but since childhood, she was a child who couldn’t reach his hands.

For this reason, Viese, who has a child-like accident and a naughty side, took the couple’s affection, especially Natalia’s attention.

And that was the problem.

It was too late when he realized that something was wrong with Viese’s growing figure.

The Lambrew Empire was mostly a society of thorough first-born succession.

Viese recognized it at a very early age.

However, from generation to generation, Lombardy was a family that gave priority to the individual’s abilities over the firstborn and succeeded to the main office.1

As Lulak got older and his children grew older, his worries deepened.

If he had the right children, he wanted him to take over the Lord’s job and take a break from tomorrow, but there was no right person.

Not long ago, he showed this feeling to her eldest daughter, Shananet, but her daughter’s answer was cold.

"I’ve seen how many things my father carries on his back, the longest I’ve seen among the brothers. And I don’t intend to live that kind of life. Father."

Lulak was forced to laugh bitterly and nod his head.

No matter how much is given, if you don’t want it, it becomes a terrible chair with thorns.

Not too long ago, Viese made another big mistake.

Viese, who is in charge of managing Lombardy-owned real estate in the central region of the Empire, sold the land to a nobleman close to him at an excessively low price.

The problem was that the land had been told that iron ore had been buried steadily.

Knowing that Viese sold the land for his external influence.

Fortunately, from the beginning, it was considered a small mine, so the financial damage was not so great.

However, it was only this time that Lulak knew for sure.

That Viese can forsake Lombardy’s interests for his own personal gain.2

When the thoughts reached that point, it was time to finally see a big sigh out of Lulak’s mouth.

Thutk.

The sound of a small knock tickled his ears.

"Who are you?"

Lulak asked at an unfamiliar knock.

"Grandfather! This is Tia!"

"...Tia?"

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A cheerful, loud voice replied outside the door.

Surprised, Lulak got up from his seat and opened the door directly.

"Grandpa!"

Florentia, whose face looked like a flower on both cheeks, smiled wide as she looked at Lulak.

"Hey, our Tia is here!"

And at the same time, the heavy air that was squeezing the office and Lulak flew away in no time.

He hugged the little granddaughter who ran in and hugged his leg, laughing at Lulak.

"Kaah!"

A smile on Lulak’s face continued at the sound of Florentia’s laughter.

It was hard to think he is the same person who had been serious a while ago.

"Are you busy with your jobs grandfather?"

Florentia asked.

"I am not very busy. Why is it happening?"

To Lulak’s question, Florentia energetically replied.

"Please write a letter of recommendation, Grandpa!"

"Letter of recommendation?"

"Yeah!"

Lulak tilted his head for a moment, then put Florentia down on the sofa.

When Gallahan and her granddaughter visited the office together, Florentia always had the place to sit.

After a while, cookies and juice were placed on the table.

Looking at it for a moment, Florentia quickly bites into a large cookie.

It was too casual for coming to receive a letter of recommendation from Lord.

’It’s an eight-year-old child, to know what.’

Lulak bruised at himself and smiled at his granddaughter.

"Is it delicious?"

"Yes! It’s sweet!"

Lulak stroked Florentia’s head in an unspoiled appearance.

"Yes, write a letter of recommendation?"

Probably, it seemed that she didn’t know well, but it wasn’t a simple thing to come and ask for a letter of recommendation from the Lord.

Receiving a letter of recommendation stamped with the seal of Lord, in a word, meant receiving full support from Lombardy.

It also said that if anything happened to him, Lombardy would intervene.

"It couldn’t be yours, who was it for?"

"It’s Estira! She is a student of Dr. O’Malley, and she says she wants to go to the Imperial Academy to do research. Herbology!"

"Then she should get a recommendation from Dr. O’Malley."

"Dr. O’Malley has already given a recommendation letter to another no..., another person...."

Probably, Florentia was looking for the grandfather who would do this purely because he wanted to help the child.

Lulak seemed to be warming up once again.

However, the letter of recommendation from the Lord is still.

What was left now was how to burn well without hurting the granddaughter’s heart.

"But Florentia. This grandfather’s letter of recommendation is not so easy to give out."

Florentia sat still listening with her big eyes open.

Lulak was already sweating in his head thinking about what to do if his granddaughter started crying.6

The tail of his smiling mouth was about to tremble a couple of times.

An unusually weak personality to blood and flesh was also manifested here.

"Yeah! Broschl’s recommendation would be better than this grandfather’s recommendation!"

Broschl was a scholar who served as the vice president of the academy, and after retirement, he was a scholar who entered the Lombardy family, who had been providing support.

So, it wasn’t as much as a recommendation from Lord, but it would be a great help.

"If you send that child named Estira to Broschl and get an appropriate evaluation..."

"I need both!"1

Lulak stopped talking.

"Speaking of two sheets"

"Grandfather’s recommendation and Broschl’s recommendation, two of them!"

Lulak was embarrassed and was looking for something to say for a moment.

Florentia asked Lulak like that.

"You said you need a reasonable evaluation, didn’t you?"

"Yes, I did.... ."

"What if I want to get both of your letters of recommendation?"

Florentia seemed to be sincere.

"Because Estira is really smart and makes everything well!"

"She makes it well?"

Lulak asked, seemingly curious.

"Yeah!"

Knowing well about medicine and applying that knowledge to developing and creating were different stories.

Many scholars knew how to do the former, but the latter was rare.

"Then, I’ll bring the medicine made by Estira!"

Florentia asked, putting down the cookie he was holding in his hand.

"It would be difficult to make me and Broschl satisfy at the same time."

"Estira can do it!"

"You seem to have a lot of confidence."

Lulak laughed at her young granddaughter.

"Yes! So, if you like the medicines made by Estira, are you writing a letter of recommendation, Grandpa?"

At Florentia’s words, Lulak laughed and nodded the head.

"Yes, let’s do it. I’ll tell Broschl in advance."

"Wow! Grandpa, the best!"

Florentia was very happy and ran away and hugging Lulak.

Lulak melted in the funny act he had never received from other grandchildren who were always afraid of him.1

"Yes, yes."

He didn’t know, Lulak who was patting the child’s small back and shed a bleak laugh. The fact that the granddaughter, who seems to be hugging with her face buried in his grandfather’s lap, is actually rolling her head fiercely with her eyes shining.1

* * *

The west building is where the offices and conference rooms of people working for Lombardy are gathered.

A person who was not often seen here was walking around the first floor of the west building.

"That person. Isn’t he Gallahan?"

"But why is he so restless here?"

Each of the people who reported to their superiors looked back at Gallahan and was confused.

"Who...... ."

The corridor, where Gallahan sighed, was in front of Clerivan’s office.

The door with the name ’Clerivan Pellets’ in gold foil looked so big.

It’s a good idea to listen to your daughter.

He came here because he wanted to, but Gallahan hesitated.

It was because Clerivan was scared.

"Shall I just go back......... ."

It was true that during the Coroi cotton business, Clerivan’s help was very much appreciated.

However, it was a separate question, whether it was scary or not and Clerivan’s sharp eyes.

Gallahan’s shoulders droop down.

He was very pathetic.

Even before Florentia told him, he had thought about getting Clerivan’s help.

But after all, he just closed his mind because it was awkward to talk to Clerivan.4

But my daughter was right.

Of course, if there is anything you don’t know, you should ask.

In particular, it was correct to receive all the help that could be received by someone who was still not good at the business like himself.

Taking a small deep breath, Gallahan, who hardened his mind, knocked on the door of the office.

Knock.

It was whispering once, but it was quite loud.

However, no answer came from inside.

Once again, knock.

Gallahan knocked again, but there was still no answer inside.

"Oh, I guess he’s not inside!"

Gallahan’s face brightened strangely.

Isn’t it unavoidable because there are no people inside?

It was when Gallahan turned to this light step, pledging to come back later, maybe not to keep it.

"Oh!"

Not too far away, Clerivan stood.

Looking at Gallahan with arms folded and leaning obliquely on the window.2

"Look, Clerivan!"

"I was wondering when you will knock."

Clerivan said in a cold voice.

He was watching it all.

Gallahan’s face turned slightly red with embarrassment.2

"But it didn’t take longer than I thought."

Instead of answering, Gallahan smiled and scratched his head.

"You must have come because you have something to say."

Clerivan walked up and said.

As he looked at it, Gallahan thought.

Florentia clearly said, ’Mr. Clerivan is always kind.’

Suddenly, he was worried about treating his daughter so coldly.

"Come in."

First, Clerivan, who took the lead, said as he opened the door of his office.

"Well, excuse me for a moment."

Gallahan walked in, saying hello politely.

It was a stiff movement that seemed to make a creaking sound because of tension.

At that appearance, Clerivan laughed without anyone knowing.