Chapter 55
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Chapter 55
Sir Ian has come, claiming his rights, carrying the members of the Cheonrye tribe. Hes occupying the territory under the pretext of the tribes alliance with Bratz Im at a loss as to what to do.
Molrin clenched his teeth tightly. Originally, he had no reason to be involved in this matter. Wasnt it a simple and clear plan for Erica to tidy up the territory and have the mercenaries move in?
However, the lordship appointment was indefinitely postponed, and Ian, who should have been in the desert, was brazenly present.
By now, the letter should have reached Erica.
It was unsettling that the 1st Prince Mariv was playing tricks with him. Molrin suspected Ian had some sort of strategy and was on his way to personally punish him.
Since Derghas blood flows in him, its fitting to make him a slave. Even if hes exceptional, if he misbehaves without knowing his place, he should be made to understand the consequences.
I dont know why the Cheonrye tribe is siding with Ian, but hes not worth it.
How far had his sweet tongue charmed the beast tribes? Does his mother know hes alive? Or is it because of his lowly origin?
Molrin continued to grind his teeth, flashing a sharp gaze, unaware that his letter had crossed paths with Ericas.
Clatter, clatter
Were almost there, said the coachman.
Romandro brought his face close to the window. Far away, he saw a building presumed to be the Bratz mansion. It looked too peaceful to believe that a battle had occurred less than a month ago.
More lively than I thought.
Thats true.
Filled with hope, Romandro mumbled. With this atmosphere, they might be able to return to the capital much faster than expected. He reminded Molrin of his position.
As an advisor, is there anything about the former Bratz territorys customs that I should be cautious of?
Well, lets see. They are barbaric and coarse as they are at the border with the barbarians. Also, its a barren land, and food is always scarce, Molrin muttered, lost in fragments of memory. His displeasure was evident, and his words were far from courteous.
Halt! Identify yourselves!
The carriage came to a stop at the entrance to the territory. The coachman informed the gatekeeper that they had come from the imperial palace, and the gate opened as if they had been waiting.
Creak.
As they drove through the town, Romandro rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things. Arent there people dressed in exotic clothing blending in right now?
Not Bariel people, but foreigners? Who else could be here other than the barbarian tribes at the border?
That, that, isnt that the Cheonrye tribe?
Yes. It seems the Cheonrye tribe is stationed here.
What! Shouldnt we be notified about this? I never received such a report!
Romandro was agitated, but Molrin remained calm. It was a matter of time; they just needed to resolve it before Mariv found out.
Where are the investigation team and the central army?
It seems weve arrived at the mansion.
Sh, should I open the door?
As Romandro firmly gripped the carriage door, the coachman asked, puzzled. The door opened just a crack, and Romandro found himself facing a young man.
You are?
Ian Bratz, Molrin answered, opening the door wide, muttering each word as if chewing them.
The descendant of Dergha.
Greetings, Sir Molrin. Oh, Sir Mac and Sir Dgor are also with you. I was quite disappointed that you returned to the central without a proper goodbye last time.
Ian raised his hand to his chest, giving a formal greeting, and then corrected himself.
Listen, Sir Romandro!
Kwaang!
Unable to contain his anger, Molrin slammed the table. At that moment, Ian realized that Molrin and Romandro stood on opposite sides.
Is this a matter to be calmly discussed right now? Just bringing the Cheonrye tribe into Bariel is grounds for rebellion! How could you think of leaving the territory under the influence of foreigners, let alone a barbaric tribe?
Rebellion, you say?
At Molrins words, Ian burst into a stifled laugh. Though he didnt say it aloud, he sent a look that said, Arent you all the ones preparing for treason?
Romondro interrupted.
People live and die. What does it matter if we receive aid from the Cheonrye tribe or not? There should be no issue.
What the advisor says is correct. Let me reiterate, the Cheonrye tribe were allies with the previous Count Bratz. Offering goodwill due to a friendly relationship is not something to criticize. It would be a clear diplomatic faux pas.
At Ians words, the two men turned their attention to Kakantir. His expression didnt change, but it was clear that he was uncomfortable. Romondro hesitated before speaking again.
Uh, well, thank you for your help.
But may I ask, are you, Romondro, the next lordship candidate?
Ians question prompted him to shake his head. He then took out a sealed letter hed been holding onto for a month. It was a letter of appointment with the Assemblys seal.
The main mission is territory reconstruction. Including winning public sentiment, the goal is to match last years tax amount by this winter. I anticipated difficulty, but it now seems possible.
Winning public sentiment.
It was clear that the palace recognized the unique circumstances of this remote area. If this area had been closer to the capital, they would have immediately appointed someone competent, public sentiment be damned.
The key was to console the people with the perception of being citizens of Bariel since they couldnt immediately suppress foreign invasions or revolts.
Mariv has put off the lordship appointment, and Gale has sent Molrin
Pretending to be ignorant, Ian asked, Is this the will of His Highness 1st Prince?
Oh. How did you know? It seems 1st Prince Mariv has a great interest in this place.
1st Prince Mariv; a mountain 2nd Prince Gale must climb.
For Ian, this was truly fortunate. After all, all forces must be balanced for harmony.
Indeed. Its an honor. I had sincerely hoped that the palaces grace would descend to this place. We will wholeheartedly assist you, Sir Romondro.
No.
The immediate negation came from Molrin.
Seeing that Ian was no slouch in cunning, it was important to drive Ian out, even if it made territory management a bit more difficult. Wasnt that necessary for Erica to return?
Ian. If you wish to remain in Bariel, you must follow Bariels laws. Even if you return to the desert right now, I must follow the national laws scrupulously.
Sir Molrin.
Sir Romondro! You do your job! I will do mine!
Ian folded his arms and firmly closed his mouth. After a moment of thoughtful silence, he smiled.
It would be problematic if I returned to the desert.
Kakantir, was it? I will certainly report the aid from the Cheonrye tribe to the palace. Dont fall for the cunning schemes of this wretched bastard and back off. As Romondro said, the reconstruction is mostly complete! Theres no reason for you all to stay any longer!
Molrins excited words were abruptly cut off. It was because he met eyes with Ian sitting across from him.
Zing.
A golden hue slowly spread from his pupils. Ian unfolded his arms and reiterated.
Ive told you clearly that it would be problematic if I returned to the desert.
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Chapter 55
Sir Ian has come, claiming his rights, carrying the members of the Cheonrye tribe. Hes occupying the territory under the pretext of the tribes alliance with Bratz Im at a loss as to what to do.
Molrin clenched his teeth tightly. Originally, he had no reason to be involved in this matter. Wasnt it a simple and clear plan for Erica to tidy up the territory and have the mercenaries move in?
However, the lordship appointment was indefinitely postponed, and Ian, who should have been in the desert, was brazenly present.
By now, the letter should have reached Erica.
It was unsettling that the 1st Prince Mariv was playing tricks with him. Molrin suspected Ian had some sort of strategy and was on his way to personally punish him.
Since Derghas blood flows in him, its fitting to make him a slave. Even if hes exceptional, if he misbehaves without knowing his place, he should be made to understand the consequences.
I dont know why the Cheonrye tribe is siding with Ian, but hes not worth it.
How far had his sweet tongue charmed the beast tribes? Does his mother know hes alive? Or is it because of his lowly origin?
Molrin continued to grind his teeth, flashing a sharp gaze, unaware that his letter had crossed paths with Ericas.
Clatter, clatter
Were almost there, said the coachman.
Romandro brought his face close to the window. Far away, he saw a building presumed to be the Bratz mansion. It looked too peaceful to believe that a battle had occurred less than a month ago.
More lively than I thought.
Thats true.
Filled with hope, Romandro mumbled. With this atmosphere, they might be able to return to the capital much faster than expected. He reminded Molrin of his position.
As an advisor, is there anything about the former Bratz territorys customs that I should be cautious of?
Well, lets see. They are barbaric and coarse as they are at the border with the barbarians. Also, its a barren land, and food is always scarce, Molrin muttered, lost in fragments of memory. His displeasure was evident, and his words were far from courteous.
Halt! Identify yourselves!
The carriage came to a stop at the entrance to the territory. The coachman informed the gatekeeper that they had come from the imperial palace, and the gate opened as if they had been waiting.
Creak.
As they drove through the town, Romandro rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things. Arent there people dressed in exotic clothing blending in right now?
Not Bariel people, but foreigners? Who else could be here other than the barbarian tribes at the border?
That, that, isnt that the Cheonrye tribe?
Yes. It seems the Cheonrye tribe is stationed here.
What! Shouldnt we be notified about this? I never received such a report!
Romandro was agitated, but Molrin remained calm. It was a matter of time; they just needed to resolve it before Mariv found out.
Where are the investigation team and the central army?
It seems weve arrived at the mansion.
Sh, should I open the door?
As Romandro firmly gripped the carriage door, the coachman asked, puzzled. The door opened just a crack, and Romandro found himself facing a young man.
You are?
Ian Bratz, Molrin answered, opening the door wide, muttering each word as if chewing them.
The descendant of Dergha.
Greetings, Sir Molrin. Oh, Sir Mac and Sir Dgor are also with you. I was quite disappointed that you returned to the central without a proper goodbye last time.
Ian raised his hand to his chest, giving a formal greeting, and then corrected himself.
Listen, Sir Romandro!
Kwaang!
Unable to contain his anger, Molrin slammed the table. At that moment, Ian realized that Molrin and Romandro stood on opposite sides.
Is this a matter to be calmly discussed right now? Just bringing the Cheonrye tribe into Bariel is grounds for rebellion! How could you think of leaving the territory under the influence of foreigners, let alone a barbaric tribe?
Rebellion, you say?
At Molrins words, Ian burst into a stifled laugh. Though he didnt say it aloud, he sent a look that said, Arent you all the ones preparing for treason?
Romondro interrupted.
People live and die. What does it matter if we receive aid from the Cheonrye tribe or not? There should be no issue.
What the advisor says is correct. Let me reiterate, the Cheonrye tribe were allies with the previous Count Bratz. Offering goodwill due to a friendly relationship is not something to criticize. It would be a clear diplomatic faux pas.
At Ians words, the two men turned their attention to Kakantir. His expression didnt change, but it was clear that he was uncomfortable. Romondro hesitated before speaking again.
Uh, well, thank you for your help.
But may I ask, are you, Romondro, the next lordship candidate?
Ians question prompted him to shake his head. He then took out a sealed letter hed been holding onto for a month. It was a letter of appointment with the Assemblys seal.
The main mission is territory reconstruction. Including winning public sentiment, the goal is to match last years tax amount by this winter. I anticipated difficulty, but it now seems possible.
Winning public sentiment.
It was clear that the palace recognized the unique circumstances of this remote area. If this area had been closer to the capital, they would have immediately appointed someone competent, public sentiment be damned.
The key was to console the people with the perception of being citizens of Bariel since they couldnt immediately suppress foreign invasions or revolts.
Mariv has put off the lordship appointment, and Gale has sent Molrin
Pretending to be ignorant, Ian asked, Is this the will of His Highness 1st Prince?
Oh. How did you know? It seems 1st Prince Mariv has a great interest in this place.
1st Prince Mariv; a mountain 2nd Prince Gale must climb.
For Ian, this was truly fortunate. After all, all forces must be balanced for harmony.
Indeed. Its an honor. I had sincerely hoped that the palaces grace would descend to this place. We will wholeheartedly assist you, Sir Romondro.
No.
The immediate negation came from Molrin.
Seeing that Ian was no slouch in cunning, it was important to drive Ian out, even if it made territory management a bit more difficult. Wasnt that necessary for Erica to return?
Ian. If you wish to remain in Bariel, you must follow Bariels laws. Even if you return to the desert right now, I must follow the national laws scrupulously.
Sir Molrin.
Sir Romondro! You do your job! I will do mine!
Ian folded his arms and firmly closed his mouth. After a moment of thoughtful silence, he smiled.
It would be problematic if I returned to the desert.
Kakantir, was it? I will certainly report the aid from the Cheonrye tribe to the palace. Dont fall for the cunning schemes of this wretched bastard and back off. As Romondro said, the reconstruction is mostly complete! Theres no reason for you all to stay any longer!
Molrins excited words were abruptly cut off. It was because he met eyes with Ian sitting across from him.
Zing.
A golden hue slowly spread from his pupils. Ian unfolded his arms and reiterated.
Ive told you clearly that it would be problematic if I returned to the desert.
Chapter 55Sir Ian has come, claiming his rights, carrying the members of the Cheonrye tribe. Hes occupying the territory under the pretext of the tribes alliance with Bratz Im at a loss as to what to do.Molrin clenched his teeth tightly. Originally, he had no reason to be involved in this matter. Wasnt it a simple and clear plan for Erica to tidy up the territory and have the mercenaries move in?However, the lordship appointment was indefinitely postponed, and Ian, who should have been in the desert, was brazenly present.By now, the letter should have reached Erica.It was unsettling that the 1st Prince Mariv was playing tricks with him. Molrin suspected Ian had some sort of strategy and was on his way to personally punish him.Since Derghas blood flows in him, its fitting to make him a slave. Even if hes exceptional, if he misbehaves without knowing his place, he should be made to understand the consequences.I dont know why the Cheonrye tribe is siding with Ian, but hes not worth it.How far had his sweet tongue charmed the beast tribes? Does his mother know hes alive? Or is it because of his lowly origin?Molrin continued to grind his teeth, flashing a sharp gaze, unaware that his letter had crossed paths with Ericas.Clatter, clatterWere almost there, said the coachman.Romandro brought his face close to the window. Far away, he saw a building presumed to be the Bratz mansion. It looked too peaceful to believe that a battle had occurred less than a month ago.More lively than I thought.Thats true.Filled with hope, Romandro mumbled. With this atmosphere, they might be able to return to the capital much faster than expected. He reminded Molrin of his position.As an advisor, is there anything about the former Bratz territorys customs that I should be cautious of?Well, lets see. They are barbaric and coarse as they are at the border with the barbarians. Also, its a barren land, and food is always scarce, Molrin muttered, lost in fragments of memory. His displeasure was evident, and his words were far from courteous.Halt! Identify yourselves!The carriage came to a stop at the entrance to the territory. The coachman informed the gatekeeper that they had come from the imperial palace, and the gate opened as if they had been waiting.Creak.As they drove through the town, Romandro rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things. Arent there people dressed in exotic clothing blending in right now?Not Bariel people, but foreigners? Who else could be here other than the barbarian tribes at the border?That, that, isnt that the Cheonrye tribe?Yes. It seems the Cheonrye tribe is stationed here.What! Shouldnt we be notified about this? I never received such a report!Romandro was agitated, but Molrin remained calm. It was a matter of time; they just needed to resolve it before Mariv found out.Where are the investigation team and the central army?It seems weve arrived at the mansion.Sh, should I open the door?As Romandro firmly gripped the carriage door, the coachman asked, puzzled. The door opened just a crack, and Romandro found himself facing a young man.You are?Ian Bratz, Molrin answered, opening the door wide, muttering each word as if chewing them.The descendant of Dergha.Greetings, Sir Molrin. Oh, Sir Mac and Sir Dgor are also with you. I was quite disappointed that you returned to the central without a proper goodbye last time. Ian raised his hand to his chest, giving a formal greeting, and then corrected himself.Listen, Sir Romandro!Kwaang!Unable to contain his anger, Molrin slammed the table. At that moment, Ian realized that Molrin and Romandro stood on opposite sides.Is this a matter to be calmly discussed right now? Just bringing the Cheonrye tribe into Bariel is grounds for rebellion! How could you think of leaving the territory under the influence of foreigners, let alone a barbaric tribe?Rebellion, you say? At Molrins words, Ian burst into a stifled laugh. Though he didnt say it aloud, he sent a look that said, Arent you all the ones preparing for treason? Romondro interrupted.People live and die. What does it matter if we receive aid from the Cheonrye tribe or not? There should be no issue.What the advisor says is correct. Let me reiterate, the Cheonrye tribe were allies with the previous Count Bratz. Offering goodwill due to a friendly relationship is not something to criticize. It would be a clear diplomatic faux pas.At Ians words, the two men turned their attention to Kakantir. His expression didnt change, but it was clear that he was uncomfortable. Romondro hesitated before speaking again.Uh, well, thank you for your help.But may I ask, are you, Romondro, the next lordship candidate?Ians question prompted him to shake his head. He then took out a sealed letter hed been holding onto for a month. It was a letter of appointment with the Assemblys seal.The main mission is territory reconstruction. Including winning public sentiment, the goal is to match last years tax amount by this winter. I anticipated difficulty, but it now seems possible.Winning public sentiment.It was clear that the palace recognized the unique circumstances of this remote area. If this area had been closer to the capital, they would have immediately appointed someone competent, public sentiment be damned.The key was to console the people with the perception of being citizens of Bariel since they couldnt immediately suppress foreign invasions or revolts.Mariv has put off the lordship appointment, and Gale has sent MolrinPretending to be ignorant, Ian asked, Is this the will of His Highness 1st Prince?Oh. How did you know? It seems 1st Prince Mariv has a great interest in this place.1st Prince Mariv; a mountain 2nd Prince Gale must climb.For Ian, this was truly fortunate. After all, all forces must be balanced for harmony.Indeed. Its an honor. I had sincerely hoped that the palaces grace would descend to this place. We will wholeheartedly assist you, Sir Romondro.No.The immediate negation came from Molrin.Seeing that Ian was no slouch in cunning, it was important to drive Ian out, even if it made territory management a bit more difficult. Wasnt that necessary for Erica to return?Ian. If you wish to remain in Bariel, you must follow Bariels laws. Even if you return to the desert right now, I must follow the national laws scrupulously.Sir Molrin.Sir Romondro! You do your job! I will do mine!Ian folded his arms and firmly closed his mouth. After a moment of thoughtful silence, he smiled.It would be problematic if I returned to the desert.Kakantir, was it? I will certainly report the aid from the Cheonrye tribe to the palace. Dont fall for the cunning schemes of this wretched bastard and back off. As Romondro said, the reconstruction is mostly complete! Theres no reason for you all to stay any longer!Molrins excited words were abruptly cut off. It was because he met eyes with Ian sitting across from him.Zing.A golden hue slowly spread from his pupils. Ian unfolded his arms and reiterated.Ive told you clearly that it would be problematic if I returned to the desert.
