Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor Chapter 70

Episode 70. congrats

It was noisy outside.

“Ian is becoming the new lord!”

“congratulations! Ian!”

“Congratulations, hey! Cheonryeo tribe! “Don’t do that, just have a drink.”

“I guess I’ll have to call you Viscount from now on. haha!”

As the news of Ian’s appointment as lord spread quickly, residents of the territory flocked to the area within a month. The night became longer with a festival-like atmosphere. Ian watched the scene from the window and smiled faintly.

In the end, Cielonia had to move on without being able to have a deep conversation with Moline. She just exchanged glances that could be interpreted as the years they had been together.

“Huh, indeed!”

While everyone, including Ian, was happy, Romandro couldn’t help but open a glass of wine. Romandro shook the bottle with a “bong” sound.

“As far as I understand, it’s my own work. Considering the size of the territory, it seems like a baron is not enough, so I thought it would be a bit excessive to give him an earl.”

Moreover, in fact, most changes were under the authority of the earl, regardless of title. The rank just below the royal duke and marquis. It was the minimum cutoff point for recognition of autonomy.

“Viscount Change, that’s a really unfamiliar word.”

“But 10,000 gold coins in one year? “This is a calculation that could never have been made if you had even looked at the tax report from Bratz.”

I did it even though I knew it.

I don’t know the emperor’s intention in allowing it, but the person who first proposed it probably made the suggestion assuming that repayment would fail.

And that… There is a high probability that it is Gayle.

“Isn’t the annual tax collected in Brac 10,000 won? There are 10,000 again! If the situation is like this, how can they just tell us to pay twice as much in taxes? “Your Majesty the Emperor is so indifferent. How could he not know that Bratz Territory existed before the conflict of interest?”

Romandro was furious. And on the other hand, I looked at Ian with pity. I don’t know about the residents of the territory outside, but it was as if I was destined to become a slave after only tasting sweetness for a year.

It would be better if you just stay as a lord and whine!

That’s not all. When you go up for the appointment ceremony, you will be registered as a magical operator and managed as a magician.

“Will it be three or four months? “Time to spend time comfortably in the estate.”

“I have that much left until the New Year.”

“No! What is three or four months? Right now, I’m having a hard time rebuilding my territory! “I don’t know if we can play for a month after it snows!”

“Why are you so upset, Romandro?”

Ian filled his glass of wine as a sign to calm down.

“Anyway, I have achieved my goal of becoming the lord of this place. “When you have fun, you have to enjoy it.”

Quang!

“Ian!”

At that time, Beric threw open the door and shouted. I don’t know if my flushed face is because I’m happy or because of the alcohol. Beric came inside, bumping into several Cheonryeo tribe members.

“pig! “Let’s catch a pig!”

“You won’t give me permission, Beric!”

“Oh please! “I’m just wondering if you’ll ask!”

“okay. I feel it. “Try to catch it.”

“Oh yeah! Look at this! “It’s a day!”

Uddangtangtang!

As Beric ran out shouting, Kakanthir and Nersarn appeared. They smiled brightly and approached Ian.

“Congratulations, Sir Ian.”

“Thank you. “It’s all thanks to Cheonryeo’s help.”

“iced coffee. “It went really well.”

“Unexpected?”

“okay. To put it bluntly, it is. ha ha ha!”

It was the day I confirmed that lifting Derga and pushing Ian was the perfect choice. Now they will be treated as an ally rather than barbarians on the border, and they will achieve economic and cultural growth appropriate to that. This place is like a welcome door leading to Bariel.

“Can I look at the emperor’s letters?”

“of course.”

Ian unfolded the scroll that Cielonia had given him. At the bottom, the name of the current emperor is clearly written: Cly Verosion.

‘I’m not sure.’

Ian thought over his predecessor’s name several times, but no particular information came to mind. It was a time of confusion. Many emperors came and went in just one century, so it was only natural. Didn’t Ian himself come down after only completing three years?

“hmm?”

“Why are you doing that?”

“… no.”

What caught Ian’s attention was none other than the emperor’s seal. The size was slightly different from what he usually used. I tried stroking it with my fingertips, wondering if it was an illusion, but the more I tried, the more vividly the sense of touch came back.

This is a seal that I took every day.

This subtle difference was deeply disturbing to Ian, as he could vividly picture it even with his eyes closed.

‘Are the craftsmen different?’

But that can’t be true. The emperor’s seal has been in place for over 1,000 years since the founding of the country. I’ve never heard of it being lost in the middle, and even if it did… … .

‘There’s no way I wouldn’t know.’

Ian couldn’t shake his doubts and continued to look at the seal. The more she did, the more her confidence and doubts soared like crazy.

There is only one conclusion.

The seal changes midway.

But why? For what reason?

Romandro watched from the side and added a word.

“It’s going to wear out.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“Well, hmm. Now, when I am appointed Viscount, I will use that title… … .”

Romandro glanced at Karkantir and muttered. I didn’t realize it when the two of us were alone, but when I saw an outsider, my sense of reality came back to life. Viscount Ian is, by all accounts, a superior to Romandro.

“It’s not official yet, so take it easy.”

“Well, is that still okay?”

“Of course. “You don’t have a last name, do you?”

“Ha, haha! I hope winter comes quickly. I never thought I’d be able to go up to the center before the New Year’s party. “I’ll have to write a letter to her wife.”

Romandro sounded excited just thinking about it. I thought I would barely be able to see it beyond the year, but it was natural to be happy to hear that the mission would be over before then. Kakanthir also showed intention to return.

“We are also slowly reducing the number of warriors in Cheonryeo. “The days are getting colder, and the warriors miss the great desert.”

“Ah, so you’re saying he’s passing away.”

“I will do so as soon as possible, and Nersarn will remain here and come back.”

However, it seems like this was not agreed upon in advance. That’s because Nersarn, who was standing behind him, had his expression set as if he was about to faint from fright. Since they are very sensitive to cold, I was able to guess what the seasonal phenomenon called ‘snow’ meant to them.

“Anyway, I heard the central government asked for 10,000 gold coins.”

“That’s right.”

“Can you arrange it? We’d like to help, but that’s beyond our capabilities. “It would be better if the enemy had 10,000 branches.”

It was a joke, but it didn’t sound like a joke. I don’t think it’s an impossible task for them. Ian raised his wine glass as if to tell him not to worry.

“No problem. “They didn’t ask me to give it right away at the appointment ceremony, but they gave me a year, so it only took a couple of months for me to rise from the Great Desert to the position of lord.”

Life is something that turns upside down overnight, and that’s 10,000 coins. One year was enough to do it. Above all, isn’t Ian’s goal in itself to go to the imperial palace? I didn’t know what would happen next. That means there is no reason to worry.

“Of course, God doesn’t give us unanswered questions. “If you go to the center, you’ll have another opportunity there.”

“I think so too.”

Ian emptied his wine glass and then glanced out the window. The territory’s residents’ festival was still going on. It was late at night, but there was no sign of fatigue. It seems that an event was needed to add vitality to the devastated territory. Everyone is having so much fun… … .

“By the way, Ian. “Now that I’ve received a letter of permanent residency, shouldn’t I spread the good news to my neighbors?”

It’s nearby. At Romandro’s words, Ian looked at Karkantir. The closest one is here.

Next… … .

“iced coffee. Yes.”

What remains is Merelov. I sent a complaint about the assassination attempt, but there was no response. The lack of response is so complete that one wonders if such ignorance even exists.

“I must write to Merelov. Now that the permanent residency appointment letter has officially arrived, we can expect a reply this time.”

* * *

“what? “He received the title?”

“A letter has just been sent.”

Merelov almost snatched the letter from the butler’s hand. And I read a handwritten letter saying that he was to be officially appointed at the end of the year and that he would be made a Viscount. Below, there was even an unconscious thank you written, ‘Thanks to you, dear Count Merelov.’

“what the. It’s the end of the world. “A man from a brothel is acting like a nobleman.”

“I need to send a congratulatory reply, but the replies to the letter I received earlier were backlogged… . “What would you like me to do?”

This refers to the news of Ian’s attack that was posted under Romandro’s name. Merelov said he only snorted at the time. If Ian had sent it directly, he would have immediately turned it around, asking where he killed the Merelov territory, but since the sender was Roman, he couldn’t bear to do so and just ignored it.

“Is that possible? Just tell the attendant to tell you. “Paper and ink are a waste.”

“yes. master.”

It was completely arrogant. No matter what, if you were officially appointed as a noble, you would have to treat your neighboring fiefdoms the same way. Although they kept each other in check, in the end, they were the only two people to rely on when something happened on the outskirts.

The deacon had no choice but to ghostwrite it and send it to me. Count Merelov threw his letter aside and finished reading it. The goal was to organize the estate’s profits ahead of winter.

“By the way, butler.”

Count Merelov suddenly asked as if he was puzzled.

“Didn’t Bratz say anything about food supply?”

“yes. “I have not received any correspondence regarding that.”

That’s strange. Because the harvest was poorer than last year, a red light was turned on in Merelov, which had been prepared well. It’s good to hear that foreign merchants stay here for quite some time when the weather gets cold, but I don’t know what to do about Ian.

“Are you planning on eating the corpse? “Tsk, tsk.”

Count Merelov sneered and flipped through the papers. The butler bowed his head and went out into the hallway, where the wife was waving a fan at the end. It was a signal to come this way for a moment.

“lady. “What’s going on?”

“I heard there was a letter from Bratz?”

“That’s right. “It was news that Sir Ian had been officially appointed Viscount.”

“Ohh.”

The wife let out a small exclamation as if she was surprised.

“What did the Count say?”

“which… … .”

“I’m talking about a reply.”

The butler was so embarrassed that he could not answer properly. Because he was planning to write it down and submit it instead. The Countess noticed her intention and smiled and nodded.

“Please take care of me. And apart from that. “I think I need to send you a gift, so please leave the warehouse open.”

“The Count’s permission… … .”

At the butler’s words, Madame Merelov quickly folded her fan. The meaningless laughter suddenly froze.

“I’m on my way to get permission now.”

“You definitely don’t have to go that far. lady.”

The butler hurriedly stopped her. The Count had given up on writing a reply anyway. She couldn’t be so harsh about giving him a gift or something. But the wife resolutely kicked her butler away.

Percussion!

“You have to do that.”

After leaving meaningful words, the wife entered the office.

fantasy,