Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor Chapter 91

Episode 91. Merelov’s Ending

The atmosphere was so cold that I wondered if something like this would ever happen after inviting a guest. The butler poured water into Ian’s glass and only looked at his master. Although everyone living in the Merelov Mansion was only watching out for the count, Ian and the man he brought with him named Beric showed no signs of discomfort at all.

“wow. “The smell is really strong.”

A man named Beric even sniffed and enjoyed the smell of meat to his heart’s content. Count Merelov asked in an annoyed tone.

“Sir Ian. “Why on earth did you bring the author here?”

“I’m sure the Count has seen it too. My name is Beric, and he is the person I rely on the most these days to entrust work to him. “You invited me to a meal, so I brought you here to introduce you.”

I didn’t tell you to come alone, so I did that. Is there any problem? Count Merelov was clearly irritated by Ian’s sly attitude, pretending not to notice anything. If I knew this would happen, I would have at least mixed my spit into the soup he is eating.

“Let’s eat.”

“yes. master.”

At the Count’s words, the butler began carrying the dishes in earnest. It is true that even if a rich person goes bankrupt, it lasts for three generations, but even though the estate itself was so festering that it was on the verge of death, the mansion was still alive and well.

Ian smiled brightly as he looked at the gula dish.

“I’m so glad you’ve developed a taste for gula.”

“okay. I admit it’s my delicacy. I heard that Sir Ian allowed the landowners to buy and sell Gula. Now will the thousand things below recognize this taste?”

“Good things should be shared. There is no need to say thank you. Thanks to the Count, I was able to raise some of the donations. Please accept this as my thanks.”

As soon as Ian took a sip of water, Beric, as if on cue, began, as he put it, ‘cheating his food’. It’s as if they’re about to rob Merelov’s warehouse. The sound of Beric’s clinking dishes continued to ring.

“… There is a limit to being vulgar. one.”

The Count openly criticized him, but Beric didn’t really care. The attitude of “You bark, I will eat” was clear. Ian handed over his bowl to Beric and left him speechless.

“Since you invited me to a meal, I prepared a gift out of gratitude. I said Clark. “The slave you gave me last time.”

At Ian’s words, the wife’s cutting stopped. It was such a brief moment that only Ian noticed it.

“I would like to return it. “If I had known that such a big deal would happen in the first place, I wouldn’t have accepted him.”

“Hmm. Well, if you do that, I won’t stop you.”

“Since I didn’t use a notarization, you can just take me with you. Um, and I’d like to make a suggestion. “I hope the Count will encourage the residents of our territory to actively consume the Gullah food from our territory.”

The Count frowned. If that happens, wouldn’t it be the same as Merelov’s money being transferred to a neighboring fiefdom? At this point, he put down his utensils and shot back.

“Sir Ian, unless the earth separates, you and we will be neighbors for the rest of our lives. But how can he decide such an important matter as a sales permit on his own? And right after you make a deal with us!”

“I don’t understand. “It’s not like we went into Merelov to sell the goods, but the people of this territory are saying they will come and buy them themselves, so how can we stop them?”

So, didn’t you confirm your economic autonomy once again? Ian answered with his arms crossed. It was to give the impression that I, too, was unpleasant.

Of course, I don’t think much of it, but this level of action has to be taken to be considered a negotiation.

“And because there was a deal with the Count, I was able to authorize the deal as well. Because it meant that the frozen relationship with Merelov had been thawed. “I thought the Count would also find it meaningful, but I guess I was mistaken.”

‘That guy’s mouth… … .’

The Count managed to suppress his boiling emotions and regain his composure.

“So, I know it has meaning, but the timing is a bit off. I almost misunderstood. “I heard that as soon as I bought Gula, I gave permission for the territory’s residents to trade as well.”

“That is exactly why I am requesting this. The Count encourages the residents of the territory to consume, but please refrain from buying or selling raw gula. We would crack down on it, but we actually don’t have enough manpower. “Supply and demand are closely related, so it is not possible to just be careful about one side.”

This was the reason Ian accepted the dinner invitation.

The focus is on ‘buying’ rather than ‘selling’ raw gula, and throwing in the bait. I don’t know if the Count is dead in a month, but wouldn’t it be safer to assume he is alive and prepare for it?

Of course, it was just a way to fill Beric’s stomach. Because I was so active, I couldn’t afford food, but sometimes I thought it would be a good idea to do it this way.

As long as the count doesn’t go over blood pressure.

“Here’s another bowl!”

“Please wait a moment.”

“Fill me full. “Don’t cut sharply.”

Beric held up an empty plate and made a request to the butler. The count gritted his teeth but couldn’t stop himself and just drank the wine.

“… “You drink too much.”

“Good. Then, I will notify you in my territory. Raw gula is a prohibited item. Is it okay to do that? “I’m sure you know what it means, right?”

The Count neatly ignored his wife’s words and warned Ian. He meant that he would cooperate as much as possible, and that he would not let it go if he sold the raw gula before he could grow it at the mansion. Ian glanced at his wife and saw her nod.

“of course. “Count.”

“Then, just pick it up and get up. I’m sorry, but I have a lot of work behind me. “Ma’am, please entertain Sir Ian.”

I guess I can’t continue eating because I can’t get over my frustration. It was very rude behavior, but Ian didn’t care. In fact, it would be a much more comfortable meal without the Count. The wife nodded her head as if to leave it to him, and he stormed out.

Quang!

“Whoa.”

As the door closed, the wife unconsciously sighed and touched her forehead. She didn’t do that when she had outside guests, but it seemed like she was getting more nervous these days, probably because of the medication.

“Are you okay? ma’am?”

“sure. Well, you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

But contrary to what he said, he put down the cutlery as if he had lost his appetite. With a look, she sent all her servants, including her butler, out of the dining room.

Squeak.

As soon as the door closed, Beric started to eat more excitedly. Ian hinted and asked about the situation.

“How is it? Are you using the cosmetics you brought with you last time well?”

You never know. Just as Derga had a magic stone brooch, maybe Count Merelov would do the same. The wife, realizing what she meant, smiled faintly and agreed.

“yes. I wrote it today too. “Doesn’t your complexion look good?”

“It seems like that. “Actually, I don’t know much.”

“I heard you brought Clark with you.”

“It will be outside. “Because it has more value than gold coins.”

Madam, the meaning of sending it for you was clear. Obviously, if Count Merelov dies, the head of the family will become empty, so it was an opportunity that Ian, as a neighboring fiefdom, could not miss. Although their interests were aligned, this was clearly a favor.

The wife slightly raised her head and said hello.

“okay. “Thank you.”

“It was nothing.”

“Still, I don’t think it’s polite to get it for free, and I think you were very interested in my ring last time.”

An amber gem said to have been created by a mysterious alchemist. She muttered, looking upstairs.

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to give you that.”

“I am just grateful.”

“If I ask, will you tell me? “Why do you care so much about the alchemist’s failed jewel?”

It was simple curiosity. Ian took out the necklace hanging around her neck and showed it to her as if it was nothing special.

“Actually, I have something similar.”

“oh. necklace.”

“I think it came from the same alchemist, and I’ve had it since I was young. “I have a lot of questions about many things.”

The wife was curious, so she brought her upper body closer and checked the necklace. It’s definitely like her own ring.

It was then.

Squeak.

A servant came in, hesitated, and stood tall in front of the door. This is because the distance between Ian and his wife is too close. No one in the restaurant did anything suspicious, but the servant unconsciously rolled his eyes to the floor.

“I want to change the dishes for you.”

“okay. I was thinking of calling you anyway. “Please change the dishes.”

The wife said it was okay and gestured. It was because Beric ate ​​the sauce all over the place. The servant timidly set the table, bowed her waist again, and went out.

“Are the guests eating yet?”

“Didn’t you starve for a few days? “Why are you eating so much?”

“therefore. “Wow, there’s going to be a lot of meat, won.”

The servants’ movements in the preparation room attached to the dining room became busier. The servant who carried the dishes stood blankly as if something was strange. Her inferior colleague tapped her on the shoulder.

“What are you doing? “Aren’t you moving?”

“uh? Uh oh. “I need to move.”

“Did you see a monster inside?”

“… It’s not a monster, but hey, were you and Sir Ian always that close? “I thought we hadn’t seen each other a few times.”

“why? What’s going on?”

“I went in and… “Ma’am was touching the back of Sir Ian’s neck.”

Jang!

I was so shocked that my colleague broke the plate. At the same time, all the servants in the kitchen stopped what they were doing and turned around. Everyone became thoughtful and opened their mouths, then surrounded the servant who had made the problematic comment and warned them.

“Watch your mouth, boy!”

“So, I guess you’re crazy.”

“If you know, master, we will all die.”

Not only will Mrs. Lien die, but if she is unlucky, the servants will also not be able to avoid bloodshed. Besides, is there anyone here who hasn’t received help from his wife at least once when he was being whipped?

“Stop talking nonsense, close your eyes and cover your ears.”

“Oh, I understand… … .”

“Forget it. Do you remember the last time you were beaten by the Count, his wife went in instead and lay down sick for three days? “He too, this one, if she wasn’t his wife, she would have been kicked out because she had one limb.”

Everyone strengthened their resolve to remain silent and controlled their pounding hearts. Honestly, she can’t help but roll her eyes when her husband does that. Moreover, she is the same age as Ian, has the ability to rise to the position of head of the family from a lowly family, and above all, isn’t she very pale?

‘I’m going to turn. really.’

It felt like a silent storm was blowing through the mansion. Everyone dispersed with a fuss, and soon the butler who was standing outside the door also gave up trying to go inside and turned around.

Squeak.

Crackling.

The butler’s heavy footsteps crept into the darkness of the hallway. It was in the direction of the Count’s office.

‘I think Ian is trying to do something to Merelov by tricking his wife… … .’

But is there a way to convey this to your wife without causing as much harm as possible? The butler sighed and leaned his forehead against the wall. In the distance, a ray of light was leaking through a crack in the restaurant door.

“Deacon?”

At that time, someone’s servant called him. The title ‘Deacon’ awakened my spirit like pouring cold water on it. He was worrying about nothing.

“Aren’t you hurt somewhere?”

“no. “And help serve customers at the restaurant.”

“yes. All right.”

The butler steeled himself as he passed the servant. It was clear that he had feelings of gratitude and human affection for his wife, but before that, he was a loyal butler to the Merelov family.

smart.

“master. “I’ll go in for a moment.”

When the door opened, the Count, who was burning a cigarette, turned his head curiously. He looked like he was asking if Ian had gone.

* * *

And the next day.

Ian greeted the morning as usual and left the bedroom. It was a peaceful daily life without any difference. The weather seems to have become a little warmer than winter.

“What about Beric?”

“I’m lying down because I have an upset stomach.”

“He’s quite a bitch too. Tsk.”

Ian, who came out to the restaurant, sipped his tea and clicked his tongue. Is it because Beric is not there? The mansion itself felt quiet. Romandro overslept, and most of the Nersarn and Cheonryeo tribe often spent their days at the observation post at the border.

Every day, I went to read my horoscope.

Crack, crackle!

thud! Coo!

“what?”

“well.”

Hannah, who was pouring tea, stopped at the noise coming from outside. The servant ran towards her, almost falling over, making a fuss.

“Hey Ian! Ian!”

“You’re in good spirits this morning.”

“Me, me, there’s a letter from Merelov!”

“That’s true, really… … .”

“Lord, I heard you’re dead?”

Ian furrowed his eyebrows at the repeated words. The servant stuttered, catching his breath.

“Count Merelov is dead.”

“Well, we had dinner together just yesterday.”

Could it be that apnea came sooner than expected?

But that wasn’t the servant’s answer.

“Clarke stabbed the earl to death.”

fantasy,