In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 15

The Lombardy descendant gathered in the Lord’s office.

It has been a long tradition since they were teenagers to sit in one place on the third day of each week, whether it rains or snows.

Gallahan, who has no spirit these days because of the Coroi textile business, said he was in a hurry, but unintentionally, it was late for the meeting time set in advance by Lulak.

While sweating, he jumped and opened the door of the office, and three other people looked back at the same time while resembling their faces.

"You’re late, Gallahan."

Viese did not hide his unpleasant expression and gave him a pin-up.

"Sorry, brother....."

Gallahan spoke when he saw a chair in the office still empty.

"The meeting with the Lombardy bank official is not over yet."

"Oh, is it?"

It was Lulak who took very seriously not to be late for the appointment.

If the meeting had already begun, regardless of age, you would have been scolded like a child.

Gallahan sighed a little while wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead.

"The lucky guy."

Viese fluttered as he looked at it.

"Haha. It’s been a while, sister."

Gallahan happily laughed off Viese’s grumpy and greeted Shananet, who was drinking tea quietly in her seat.

Shananet, who is the eldest and whose age is quite different from Gallahan, was less talkative.

"...Okay. Father will be coming soon. Sit down and relax."

Shananet, who has a long neck like a swan and elegant, said in a quiet voice.

After saying that, he sips a teacup again and looks at the distant scenery outside the window.

Gallahan sat in an empty chair, thinking that her sister was very pretty.

"I can’t see your face these days? What’s so busy?"

Laurels, sitting next to Viese, asked Gallahan.

Laurels, the third of the brothers and sisters, was the least age different from Gallahan, but his personality was the opposite of what he believed to be others.

Laurels, who hated complicated and simple things, was frustrated with Gallahan, and Gallahan was very uncomfortable with Laurel’s behavior.

"I’m doing some jobs that my father has entrusted to me these days. Well, even if it’s jobs, it is merely advising in words."

Gallahan said humbly.

If it was really about putting a word or two on it, I wouldn’t have been running around so busy that he couldn’t even see his daughter’s face these days.

However, Gallahan glanced at Viese’s attention.

It was because Viese felt that the work he was doing was being taken over halfway by Gallahan.

Just as expected.

Viese’s face, with her arms, folded and looking only at the front, fluttered.

However, Laurel did not notice the discomfort of planting at all and jokingly continued to speak.

"Ah! I heard that. You stole your brother’s business..."

bang!

Eventually, Viese’s anger burst.

Viese, who jumped up from his seat and struck the table of the office with his hand, stared at Laurel’s with his sad eyes.

"Are you kidding me now?"

"Oh, no, it’s not like that. I can’t do that, brother!"

Surprised, Laurels expressed resentment with her whole body.

Laurels were scared of Viese to the extent that it sometimes seemed more like a relationship between a superior and a subordinate rather than a sibling.

"And you, Gallahan. I think you’ve been very convinced that you have been in charge of a big job once. It’s a fluke that will never happen again, so enjoy it now. Okay?"

It was the same that Gallahan was unfair.

He has never thought of wanting to take on the business that Lombardy and Angenas are promoting at the same time.

He just went out for a walk with his daughter, and things went wrong and it just happened.

For Gallahan, who wants to live in the warm sun while reading his favorite books and spending time with Florentia, this heavy and breathtaking sense of responsibility was a poison.

"I’m sorry, brother. But I didn’t intend to do that either."

"What?"

"If you want to take over this job again even now... ."

"You, this child!"

Although she was in her mid-thirties, her habit of raising her hands easily has not been fixed since childhood.

It was a moment when a fight between brothers who had grown up and had children was about to start.

Tingggg...

Shananet made a small noise and put the teacup down.

"Stop."

With just one word, Viese’s movement stopped high.

"You run wild like a foal hit by the ass, Viese."

Despite the words mixed with a tiring sigh, Viese’s shoulders flinched.

And it was the same with Laurels and Gallahan.

She had always a quiet and calm personality, but once she gets angry, she was so scary that no one could stop it.

Viese, who seemed to be crushing Gallahan to the ground at any moment, was still nerdy but sat in her seat.

"Thank you, sister."

Gallahan said in a small voice whether he would touch Viese’s anger again.

"There’s nothing to be grateful for. I just hated being loud."

Shananet’s calm but cold gaze touched Viese and looked at Gallahan.

"A squirrel-like guy."

" Yes?"

"I felt it when I first saw you in mother’s arms, you are like a squirrel, Gallahan."

At first glance, it might sound like a compliment, but Shananet’s cold expression was saying that it was not.

"Even the small thing, you are always so surprised and runs away. Hide in your little den and never try to fight."

"Sister ...."

"The only thing that shows interest is collecting books while chasing like a squirrel, isn’t it?"

Light ridicule was hung on Shananet’s beautiful lips.

"Let’s hear it, your daughter seems to be quite bright."

Gallahan, who was wearing a bitter expression, looked at Shananet in amazement at the story of Florentia.

"It’s impossible for a lion to come out of a squirrel’s father. Shouldn’t we even expect it?"

She muttered as if speaking to himself, but every word that sounded stuck like a painful thorn.

"It’s a shame. Maybe you’re like a squirrel spoiling her."

Shananet sipping the teacup again.

"What do you think, Gallahan."

Gallahan couldn’t say anything.

He just biting his lower lip and thinking deeply about something.

He did not know that Shananet’s gaze would be as sharp as a bird.

* * *

"Your Majesty the Empress, Croyton Angenas is here.... "

"Ask him to come in."

Rabini, Empress of the Lambrew Empire, said, cutting the stem of the flower he had with sharp scissors and picked up.

Shortly thereafter, Croyton, her aide, who is in charge of the Durak corps, stepped in cautiously.

She still greeted him without taking her eyes off from the fresh rose.

"Your Majesty the Empress, I’m here."

Croyton took off his hat and put it on his chest, pretending to be quite friendly.

"It’s not you that I’ve been waiting for, good news for the tops?, don’t you know that, Croyton?"

"Oh, no. Could I have come empty-handed, Your Majesty the Empress?"

A streak of sweat flowed behind her back at the edge of the empress, but Croyton said it with a smiley face.

"Please read this."

What Croyton handed was a brief progress report.

The white hand of the empress, taking off the flower arrangement gloves, received it.

Croyton smiled as he quickly read the report and read that the empress’s complexion wasn’t bad.

"As I noted, Coroi Textiles will be ready for sale next week. First, they will start selling around Sedakyuna Shopping Street, where noble clothing stores are concentrated.........."

"How did you solve the problem with the supply and demand of textiles, Croyton?"

The last time Croyton visited the Imperial Palace and reported that there was a problem with the supply and demand of fabric from the eastern provinces, he couldn’t forget the sad eyes of the Empress at that time.

After a time that felt like an eternity, the Empress’s instructing him to seek help from Lombardy.

When I remembered that time, sweat ran out, and Croyton pulled the handkerchief out of his arms.

It was a hand towel made by embroidered coroi’s fabric.

"I received Lombardy’s support as you ordered. Fortunately, Gallahan Lombardy is very good at textiles and clothing history..."

"Gallahan?"

Again, the empress, wearing flower arrangement gloves, looked at Croyton for the first time.

"Not Viese?"

What else did he make a mistake?

Scared, Croyton shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes, it is. Originally, I was going to proceed with Viese, but that’s it. He, because he doesn’t know much...... ."

"If it’s a Gallahan, are you referring to the youngest?"

The empress, recalling the name Gallahan, located in the corner of Lombardy’s family tree, raised one eyebrow.

"Yes! He’s a very educated person! Honestly, it’s incomparable to Viese by looking at his head. In addition, because Viese is missing, a person named Clerivan, an affiliation of Lombardy, actively cooperated to make things much easier...."

"Should I even know that kind of miscellaneous thing, Croyton?"

Croyton’s words disturbed the empress, so he stopped talking.

"Oh no! Of course, leave this to me, Your Highness the Empress"

Croyton quickly bowed, and the Empress picked up the next flower.

"It’s not Viese, it’s Gallahan.... It’s pretty interesting."

The empress smiled strangely as she recalled the face of Lulak, who couldn’t understand.1

Although the law was for the firstborn to succeed in the family, it was a law that no one obeyed.

Not only the Imperial family but also the fairly large aristocratic families, a bloody war broke out over the succession structure.

Rabini didn’t like it very much.

Snip.

With a creepy sound somewhere, the leaves of the rose that Rabini was holding were cut in half and scattered one by one.

It was because she remembered the humble thing with the red-colored eyes of this rose, and she hated to see the flower.3

The empress, who put the flower arrangement scissors down on the table, asked Croyton.

"Does Gallahan have children?"

"Yes, he has a daughter named Florentia. Gallahan once said that she will be eight soon."

"It’s a daughter. That’s right. If she eight years old, that’s not bad."1

"Yes, is it?"

Croyton, who couldn’t figure out the empress’s heart, simply spared her words.

"Today, Astana went to Lombardy to meet Viese’s son. I have to ask when I get back."

When she remembered her beloved son, the empress said with a face like a flower in full bloom.

"Doesn’t he need a partner?"

His smiling lips were redder than the rose that had been cut off in a mess.

* * *

"Hey, this is a hide-and-seek game. This time, I’m going to do something special, so you hide."

"Wow! It’s the first time you try it! It’s gonna be fun!"

"Exciting, Exciting!"

As I watched the twins clench their fists and roll their feet, I smiled of conversion.

Whoo, they don’t know anything either.

"If you don’t get out of the main building, you can hide anywhere. An instead dangerous place like the last well, it’s a room without people, or a place where the lid is closed and you can’t see it at all. Okay?"

"Huh!"

"Okay, now counting to 100?"

I said, putting my face on the pillar.

"Let’s go, one! two! three! yeah!"

I could hear the two footsteps moving in the same direction or even further away.

After all, the twins hide at the same time.

Thinking it would be easier to find later, I kept counting.

"Ten! eleven! .... Oh, it’s a break. It’s a little comfort now."

It’s gone far anyway, so you won’t be able to hear it.

They come in the morning and go out together because the twins used to play in groups.

The twins won’t bother you anymore if you play with them, like I said if you can play with them they won’t fuss.

So what I came up with was hide-and-seek, a game that young kids must be genetically enthusiastic about.

"Ha, it’s nice to be quiet."

I can’t be so loud because I don’t have a chattering voice.

I lay down somewhere for a while, then walked in search of a sunny place to go catching the twins.

On the way from the crowded main building to the quiet annex, I saw a little boy standing alone.

He was a boy with dark blond and immaculate skin.

"Who is it?"

It was a strange face that seemed to be about Belsach’s age.

In addition, the behavior of looking around or wearing clothes did not look like the children of the employees.

If he was lost, I was in the middle of approaching the child with the idea of helping.

He took off the hat he was wearing and threw it on the ground and then stepped on it with his shoes.

It seemed familiar to me that he hadn’t done it once or twice.

I stopped walking with little distance left from him. I don’t want to get too close.

His instincts were ringing a bell to tell him to return.

I just have to go find the twins like this.

I was just about to turn around, thinking so.

Somewhere, a big breeze whirled and blew, and the hat the little one stepped on flew away to the lawn.

The guy, who seemed embarrassed for a moment, looked around and found me.1

And said.

"There you. Pick up that hat."

"What?"

"Is this a deaf girl? I told him to pick up my hat."

"Hah, what else is this...."

I said, feeling an obligation to purify the stubborn character that was about to explode in boiling heat.

"You use it and you throw it away by yourself, look like Belsach."

That’s the worst curse I’ve ever known, using the stubborn word, boy.

However, he frowned on his smooth face, so he said in a subdued voice.

"If you go and pick it up now, you will live."

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about, look like Belsach."

I said, crossing my arms stiffly.

"How many books would you like to fit? That’s the direct effect."

"The ugly bitch talks too much."

Is that impertinence and arrogance of unknown roots a peculiarity of aristocratic boys?

Belsach speaks just like that. It’s not just what I said, it’s really like Belsach.

Wait a minute. As I stared at the face of an unknown little boy, a tremendously ominous foreshadowing struck in the back of the head.

"Well, no way"

"The Prince! Prince, where are you!"

I heard a voice looking for someone from afar.

"The Prince."

There are many Princesses in the empire, but there are only two Princes.

And I knew what a more mature version of that smooth face looked like.

"No way, First Prince......?"

As if answering my words, the guy who raised one of his mouths and laughed unfortunately said.

"Pick it up."

It was really.

Belsach’s soul twin. The one who ruined our house.1

It was the 1st Prince, Astana Nerempe Durelli.