Episode 10. brooch
“What is a plea?”
“It’s already been a week since I came here, but other than going to and from the mansion, I haven’t been able to go out much.”
so? Derga answered with an expression on his face without realizing it. But everyone could guess what would follow. Ian bit his lower lip and swallowed his pleasure.
“So, if you give permission, I would like to ask Master Ian to introduce you to the territory. I know that the Count and his wife are very busy, so I cannot bear to ask them. haha.”
Mac and Degor, who had been quietly listening from the side, stepped forward to help. It was very natural and perfect timing.
“That’s a great idea! Let’s have lunch together too. There will be great joy in sharing food with scholars. yes? Degor?”
“excuse me… … .”
The wife thought about intervening, but ultimately kept quiet. This was because she felt too burdened to guide three unfamiliar men whom she was seeing for the first time. De Gaulle responded as if he had not heard her wife.
“Of course. Besides, Ian, didn’t you live outside until recently? “I’m sure you know some interesting things we don’t know.”
Derga’s ‘we’ meant the people of Count Derga’s family, including those who were foreigners. Do you know the alleys of the common people? It was only Ian who could do this, so his intention was to not even think about getting involved.
“Hmm.”
Derga looked very embarrassed. She rolled her eyes, not even able to finish the wine in her mouth. He is thinking on what grounds he will refuse.
But why can’t we send a grown boy outside, not just a toddler? In addition, a very healthy purpose of the meeting was added: scholarly discussion.
“Visiting the mansion frequently is not an example of a guest. If you give us permission, we will take you to our residence. “The coachman I hired is very kind.”
Molin put an end to it. Ian, who was quietly watching the situation, opened his mouth. He tried to pull me from the front, so I had no choice but to push him from behind.
“Sir Molin, where do you live?”
“It’s near Portroga District 3 Park.”
“ah. Are you going to Port?”
“You seem to know me well.”
“After all, I was born and raised here.”
It was an answer that was neither right nor left, and was up to interpretation. Even if bastard Ian actually did that, Emperor Ian had no idea what area Portroga was. However, Moline pointed out that it was a park, so I was able to roughly tour it.
“Then it went even better. It would be nice to take a walk in the park and think. Isn’t the sun really warm these days? It looked like there was a play boat floating on the small lake, but since I was an old man, I couldn’t get on it. If Ian helps me, I will try to gain courage.”
Moline arched her eyebrows and smiled.
‘They also have an ulterior motive.’
Ian studied the count’s expression. Derga also smiled awkwardly, but his expression was stiff. There was already no reason for refusing, but plausible reasons kept coming up.
“Count?”
“Ian. “Your doctor is important.”
In the end, the Count played the last card. The decision-making authority was handed over to Ian. His mouth is smiling mercifully, but his eyes are cold. There was a lot of unspoken pressure to behave well.
‘That’s fun.’
This is a scene where Dergah, a margrave, and Molin, a former central official, fight over a child. It was something that was not common in the imperial palace, but it was different when viewed from below instead of above.
“well.”
Ian put his horse on a tight rope. Of course, it is beneficial to go outside, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea to shake things up before the game is decided.
“If the guidance is poor, wouldn’t it only be a hindrance? “I’m still young, so I don’t know if I can satisfy you.”
Perhaps because the answer was unexpected, the faces of Lord Molin and his companions stiffened slightly. Derga nodded his head, covering his smile with his wine glass.
“One, it is not common to eavesdrop on the insights of people from the capital. If it’s not a tour guide, but a luncheon that serves as an education… … .”
Ian glanced at Derga. His jaw was stiff as he chewed it as if he were savoring wine. Then Degor naturally intervened.
“Count. “If it was because we were lacking, then we said something embarrassing.”
His skill at taking control of a conversation is excellent. It was a surprisingly skillful speaking technique. They improve each other’s behavior and lead to positive responses.
Derga’s answer to that question was decided.
“… Is that possible? “I don’t think so.”
“Then I’m glad. “When would be a good time?”
“Ask that to Ian. “Ian?”
As attention was focused on Ian again, this time Molin stepped forward with dignity.
“Since the Count gives ‘permission’, I hope he will set the date. “Everything in Bratz is done by the Count.”
A conversation skill so good that even Emperor Ian was impressed. He was very agile, as expected from someone working at the center. Derga, the arrogant nobleman of the border, will never be able to defeat them with words.
‘What’s on the inside?’
At first, I thought it was just a minor check from Lord Moline. The more you see and talk with each other, the easier it will be to spot the bastard’s flaws.
But as I watched the three of them hit it off, it was clear that they had another purpose. A lot of effort was put into it for a minor opportunity. Did Derga notice?
‘I noticed.’
The hand that touches his beard is careful. What about rolling eyes? Since there is no reason to refuse anyway, you will want to cooperate and find out their intentions.
“Then how about lunch tomorrow?”
Derga asked Moline, but his eyes were on Ian. He seemed to have completed his calculations in his head and smiled languidly. The stern face from before has completely disappeared.
“oh. thank you “Count.”
“In return, I also have something to ask of you.”
After answering that, he looked at Chell. Everyone’s eyes followed Derga and focused on the child. Chell, who was about to take a bite of steak, froze and froze.
“As Ian said, they are from the central government, so I have no doubt that they will be excellent teachers. Therefore, I hope that Chell will also join us and share his knowledge.”
Although it was annoying, it was not an awkward request.
Mac, Degor, and Moline quickly exchanged signals. Since communication was done simply through eye contact, no one noticed.
“But father, I go to school-”
“great. Master Chell is also extremely intelligent. “I’m really looking forward to the luncheon discussion.”
“Thank you for saying that.”
Before Chell could say anything, the adults reached a conclusion. Chell glanced at Ian in disgust. It’s already annoying, but are you telling me to stick around all day? And outside the count’s mansion?
“Then shall we bring out dessert soon?”
“yes. “It was a great meal.”
Ian also nodded in agreement. The satisfied smile could not be erased from her lips. A meal where I got everything I wanted to get. Even if I hadn’t eaten, I would have been full.
“Today’s meal was an honor. Count Derga.”
“I’ll see you again next week.”
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“Ian. “I will send the carriage tomorrow in time for lunch.”
The conversation that followed was really just small talk, devoid of any nutritional value. There was no laughter that came and went as usual. Everyone entered a lull and lost interest in conversation. Molin and his companions stood up with half of their dessert left.
“yes. “Please enter carefully.”
“ma’am. See you next time.”
After kissing Mary goodbye, the three guests got into the carriage and disappeared. The meal was settled and Ian was about to enter the mansion. Derkah called his two sons.
“Chell. “Ian.”
“yes. father.”
“You have to tell me what they said behind my back, without leaving a single word out. “You have to come to your senses and go.”
It was a very natural crackdown. As Chell and Ian nodded at the same time, Derga watched Ian with cold eyes.
“And you follow me to the office.”
Mary and Chell looked at each other quizzically, but that was all. The two disappeared into the hallway to return to their respective rooms, and Ian went up to the office while looking at Derga’s back.
Squeak.
The office scene is not that different from what I saw the day before. It seemed like there was more documentation, but I wasn’t sure. Without telling Derga to sit down, he rummaged through the drawers, looking for something.
Grumble.
“hmm.”
What he took out was a small brooch. A tiger and laurel seal with a red jewel embedded in it. It was clearly the emblem of the Bratz family.
“Wear this when you go tomorrow.”
Unlike throwing the mother’s pouch, Derga personally came forward and attached a brooch to the child’s chest. Ian immediately knew what it was.
‘It’s a magic stone capable of recording and location tracking.’
It was frequently used in the era in which Ian lived, but it would have been difficult to obtain in the border area a hundred years ago. It must have been something that was used secretly for generations in the family when there was a threat to one’s safety.
Derga lightly shook his chest and warned.
“You can never lose it. You have to be careful not to leave a single blemish. “It is dozens of times more precious than your puny body.”
“… “I will keep that in mind.”
The two children’s message had limitations. What’s more, they are three men from the central office who have strong bones. Can’t you handle even a half-baked Chell? He will definitely bypass Chell and approach Ian.
“People will also be caught, so don’t be hasty in thinking of causing trouble. “When you return, come straight up to the office.”
But is Ian completely on Derga’s side? He is the one who is shaking my mother’s lifeline and trying to sell me out of the border? I had no choice but to take out the family’s precious magic stone brooch.
“yes. father.”
But Ian clicked his tongue as he looked at the magic stone hanging on his chest. His attitude was to assert that he would not be able to have a written conversation. It’s like feeling relieved after leaving something useless behind. It wasn’t even funny.
Squeak.
Ian bowed politely and left, then returned to the room and looked closely at the brooch. When he poured his magical energy into it, it quickly became blocked. This means that the power it contains is less.
Jiing. Jiyiing.
‘The lowest of the low.’
At this level, Ian could control it if he wanted to.
‘It doesn’t matter since location tracking is done with the same magic stone.’
Derga is probably looking at the compass in his office. It was made of the same magic stone as a brooch rather than a needle, and the target’s location could be tracked based on the direction and intensity of light.
‘How can I just record it?’
As Ian concentrated again and let his magic flow, the jewel glowed even more red. His golden eyes softened.
“Oops.”
Then suddenly, I almost forgot. Wasn’t one of the reasons he wanted to go outside to meet his birth mother? Ian waved the bell and called to the attendant.
Tiring!
“Did you call me? young master?”
“Bring in a snack.”
A snack after just finishing lunch?
The attendant lowered his head and hid his surprised expression. But Ian hummed his tune happily and looked outside. Rather than snacks, he was waiting for someone to bring them.
fantasy,
