I Shall Master This Family's

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Chapter 13

"Take a foothold!"

The Durak Company owner's carriage stopped and, frighteningly, Viese jumped up and shouted to the servants.

Clerivan, who followed him with Lulak, was a little displeased.

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

And it is known, she was the Empress.

To be exact, the current Lord Angela was his father.

In terms of the position of family members, she was quite far from the family center, but she was a person close to the Empress since she was a child and had been watching her grow up with her.

However, Viese's situation was too overwhelming.

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

No need to be humble like that.

Even Angela, who produced the current Empress, was still not on par with Lombardy.

There was no way Lulak, who was walking right next to him, could not hear Clerivan clicking his tongue.

However, there were no signs of displeasure.

He simply kept silent and looked at his first son with even more unfamiliar eyes.

Finally, when Viese opened the door, not her servant, the owner of Durak, who looked familiar, got off the carriage.

Then he lowered his head to Lulak and greeted.

At least the owners know the proper hierarchy.

Clerivan groans inside.

“You worked hard to come. I want to check everything properly before I go inside. How about that?"

"...You did that."

The eyes of the owner of the Durak Company frowned slightly.

He tried to carry the textile like orders, but he didn't really know that it would be a prerequisite for this business.

It was just a formal procedure, and Viese, who repeatedly assured her father, said, standing in front of Lulak.

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

"So get out of here."

Lulak's angry eyes turned to Viese.

He did not frown on his face, nor did he stare loudly, but when Viese saw his eyes, Viese instantly hardened.

"Are you taught that you can stand in front of a God?"

"Ah."

Only then, when Viese realized his mistake, did he rush aside.

"open the cover."

On Lulak's orders, the servants removed the cart cover brought by Durak Company.

"Hm."

Lulak, who grabbed the textile and swept over it, frowned.

The surface is irregular and rough.

"Clerivan's."

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

No wonder, his expression when touching the textile cotton was not too good.

"What's the raw material?"

Clerivan asked the owner of Durak.

"Oh that……."

The owner hesitated for a moment as if he did not remember.

You can't even tell the raw material of the item you're trying to sell by borrowing someone else's money.

It was a point that showed the ignorance and attitude of the Angelas family towards trade.

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

"You mean coroi?"

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

When Clerivan, a famous student, noticed for the first time hearing about textiles made from coroi, Viese was a little upset.

"It was the traditional way in the eastern part of the empire. That's what the upper level itself is asking for. You pretend to know, but you don't actually know anything."

Truly, 'Clerivan was a little annoyed at Viese's groans without knowing it, but there was nothing to say.

Textiles were not a field he mastered.

He was in charge of the education of successors and when he lived in Lombardy he had made many trades, but this was the first time he had heard of woven fabrics using coroi.

"Because it is only widely used in the east and is not known in other areas, it would be a great benefit."

The owner said to Lulak.

"Is that so?"

At a glance, it seemed like a positive answer, but at the same time, Lulak's gaze knew from the many rough cloths piled up in the trunk would fail.

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

Of course, if it was another company, it was a very large amount that could not afford it.

But it wasn't too burdensome for Lombardy.

Even if the textile business failed, Lombardy was able to make up for the damage in a month or two. It's not money that Lulak is worried about.

The eldest son, Viese, who spoke with his eyes wrinkled next door.

The current empress, Rabini Angenas, is a narrow but ambitious character at the same time.

To make his son the Crown Prince, He did not cover the fire.

Durak's company, which was made quite urgent, lacked the funds to bribe the noble council, so it would be done to raise funds.

However, if for whatever reason the business is wrong and the Empress is not financially satisfied, it is clear to whom she will blame her.

Viese thought if he did this, he could get closer to the Empress' side, so he would still be like that.

Lulak finally made up his mind.

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

"Vie."

"Yes, Dad!"

"This textile business ......"

It was right before the words 'I will hand it to you in the future' came out.

Behind the wheel of the wagon, a small brown-colored head appeared, and there was a sound again and again.

"Wow, it's the fabric that makes the clothes!"

The four people standing in a harsh atmosphere looked at them at the same time.

"Florentia?"

Lulak muttered in shock.

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

"My father knows this very well!"

* * *

Looking at the people who were shocked by my sudden appearance, I showed an innocent smile that was more childish.

"How did you come here all of a sudden?"

Grandpa asked me, humbling himself a little.

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

I came to see my grandfather, but grandfather did not hate him.

A granddaughter ran towards her grandfather wildly.

No wonder, I could see Grandpa's tail pointing upwards.

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

"Yes, Grandpa."

My grandfather patted my head, but Viese, who was not happy to be bullied, said to me, fanning his hands as if chasing flies.

"The adults are at work, so go and play, go!"

But I ignored Viese like that and asked my grandfather.

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

"This is a fabric made of grass called coroi. I'm talking to adults here and wondering if I can make money selling it to people."

"Ah, that's right."

What makes money.

This business is ruined.

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

Now I want to step out and say, 'Don't start, let's stop here'.

I might say that, but it's not my job.

"Oh, huh! Tia! How about you run away alone like that!"

That's my dad's job.

I said, looking back at my father with a plain face that I knew nothing.

"Dad! Grandpa sells this cloth!"

"Huk, whoo! Forgive dad. Tia, you mustn't bother the adults who are talking. Let's go over there and read a book."

My father, who did not know my heart, tried to take me away to the other side.

"Look at this, Dad! It is a fabric made from grass called coroi. It's amazing!"

"Huh? coroi?"

I know how to show interest.

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

"Hoh, this is a fabric made of coroi. It's the first time I've seen the real one, but it's the first time I've touched a touch like this......."

My father, who spoke excitedly without realizing it, realized the situation again and blushed.

"Let's go, Tia."

You can't go like this!

At that moment, I heard a piercing sound of my heart burning in one shot.

"Look, Gallahan."

That was my grandfather.

Viese suddenly appeared and pretended to know that his younger brother looked anxious, but his face was just watching and even he could not intervene.

“I don't know that either. In addition, in the eastern part of the empire, these coroi plants were woven and used for about a hundred years. It was easy to make and the materials were available directly from the mountain, so it was a textile that commoners liked."

"Ordinary people?"

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

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

"Is this the cloth used by commoners?"

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

"Huh, yeah."

Grandpa asked when the owner of the durak could not speak.

"What's wrong with you, sir?."

"People who told me said that this textile was a favorite of commoners and nobles would use it often. So I tried to do business with the nobles."

"Don't you say you got it yourself a moment ago?

"That, someone I know well, said that it was different"

"It looks like you've been cheated by someone you know well."

The embarrassed owner's face turned red.

"But there is one disadvantage of coroi textiles. Once harvested from the plant, there is a sort of shelf life. Ah, too."

Father lifted the bottom of the hems stacked with layers of cloth and clicked his tongue.

The woven fabric in the middle has an acid mold.

"Coroi fabrics that have become vulnerable to moisture. Looks like this happened during the rainy season a while ago."

"Huh, my God."

The owner could not hide his frustration.

Of course, it would be useless.

Because he discovered that all the business plans he had prepared were ambitious, pointless.

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

"However, even in areas near direct jurisdiction, coroi are quite developed, so if you get the material without carrying it remotely, there will be no big problem."

"Oh-oh, that's it!"

"And if you're really going to do this business with nobles, try mixing with cotton as you weave."

"Cotton?"

“Yes. Coroi is not a bad material. It's good to save a lot of costs. So, when mixed with cotton will save raw materials with little investment in manufacturing, you will get very cold and soft textiles."

"Hoh, that'sit!"

As if seeing the sound of rope descending from the sky, the owner Durak's eyes towards my father sparkled.

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

"Ohh, weaver..........?"

The owner was completely blown away as if he knew nothing about this area.

"The Lombardy Textile Workers Guild we will be able to do well. Of course, it would increase Lombardy's distribution to business advantage."

Clerivan intervened at the right time.

"How many do you think?"

"Given the wages of Lombardy artisans ...."

When Clerivan and the Duck Owner began to bargain, my father took my hand.

I try to get out of my body quietly.

"Gallahan, you're in charge of this business."

Despite my grandfather's incredible command managed to pull my father's foot.

"Dad!"

Viese almost yelled.

he couldn't let the business he had fiercely bit take by the youngest.

But Grandpa's attitude was very firm.

"But I don't know much about business. That's beyond my ability, Dad."

My surprised father said that he would refuse, but my grandfather asked the owner of Durak in a relaxed tone.

"It seems you need an advisor who knows well in this field."

"It was a case that got me in trouble because I had no knowledge of textiles. If young Lombardy can help, I'd be so happy!"

Viese acts like a servant in someone else's house and changes her attitude by saying that she is the pride of her father.

"If it's about business, I'll give you less power than you. Don't worry too much, Gallahan."

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

My father, who hesitated for a moment, looked at me and held my hand.

You can do it, dad!

I said with as much light as possible.

"You can help him! That's cool, Dad!"

My words are the final blow.

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

"I'll try it once."

I could barely stand what I wanted to shout while jumping on the spot.

If it was my father, he could make this business a success.

As the underlying problems would disappear, both Lombardy and Angenas would be able to make a fortune, and there would be no fool to stand in the way of the businesses of the two largest families in the empire holding hands.

"no way!"

Except for an idiot like Viese who works hard here.

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

If you try to ruin a business with money from your family out of jealousy, my Grandfather will not stand it.

"Dad, that'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.

Since Lombardy was interested in succession to the throne, the Empress was also a person of great interest in who would inherit the Lombard office.

As of now, the eldest son was the most outstanding, but no imperial noble did not know that Viese was not smart.

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

And in the Imperial Palace, there are people I should meet as soon as possible.

The man born of a servant, the bastard son of the Emperor, I must keep him by my side to succeed in the position of god.

Second Prince Perez Brivachau Durelli is in the Imperial Palace.