Chapter 63
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Chapter 63
Ah, lets take a look.
Romandro scratched his nose as he checked the documents. Opposite him were Ian and Kakantir, shuffling through papers as well. They were planning to wrap up the day with an evening meeting after dinner.
He asked Ian,
Is there nothing left to reconstruct in Gilsaem Village?
Yes. The village was isolated due to the destruction of a bridge during the battle, so it didnt suffer much damage. The bridge reconstruction is underway; once thats done, it should be mostly complete.
Good. Then lets reduce the orders for the quarry.
Feeling pleased to have overcome a big challenge in erasing the traces of battle in the Bratz territory, Romandro wet his throat with wine and continued.
What about the Grula supplies?
It should be fine to start distributing them gradually. According to the villagers who received supplies in advance, its spreading quickly. Itd be better to announce it before it flows into Merellof.
I see. Will you be going out again today?
Im planning to continue for about three more days.
Working both day and night. They say magic users have exceptional talents, but it seems in your case, that talent is stamina.
Ian laughed in surprise at the unexpected compliment. Wasnt he the one who struggled and fainted after even a single outing when he first arrived in Bratz? But now, he seemed to be gradually toughening up through his trips to the desert.
Lets review the content again. Ah, Grula cultivation, distribution, and consumption within the Bratz territory are free, but trading outside must exclusively go through our mansion.
More precisely, it would go through the Imperial Advisory Council, and even more precisely, through Ian.
Given the nature of Grula, this winter would be the first and last time it would be monopolized in Bratz. A crop that reproduces quickly and is quite common; as soon as perceptions improve, it will be consumed throughout Bariel.
Mulling over the sentences, Romandro muttered,
Should we attach a condition about Merellof
Thats not a good idea. It would give them a reason to criticize us, and were at a disadvantage for now.
Hmm. Technically, they were the ones who started it.
The one who strikes first often forgets.
True. Then, about the related fines
As they delved into the details, the moon reached the center of the sky. Glancing at his watch, Ian nodded.
I think weve covered enough. Anything else youd like to discuss? Ah, Sir Nersarn.
At Ians words, Nersarn, who had been standing behind Kakantir and remained relatively quiet throughout the meeting, raised his hand.
Ive received a message from the desert.
From the desert?
The tribal chiefs health has deteriorated again.
The old woman who had once survived a near-death experience thanks to the Silasque Ian had provided. They had hoped she was recovering, but it seemed she couldnt stave off looming death after all.
Therefore, we decided to use all the remaining Silasque.
Oh dear.
Even if we want to cultivate it, we dont have any information on how to grow it or how long it will take.
Hold on. Can you include me in this conversation? Whos this tribal chief and what is Silasque?
Romandro, who had been silently listening, raised his hand. Everything being said was completely unknown to him. Especially the term Silasque, he had never heard of it before.
Ian briefly explained what had happened.
so, in order to cure the Gypsys disease, we needed a red flower called Silasque. It just so happened that I had one. The Cheonrye tribe got through their hardship with one, and I was pondering whether to plant the other one for future generations or use it for the tribe chief Winchen. Thats the decision that has been made.
Silasque? Ive never heard of it.
You really dont know? Its a red flower that never wilts once it blooms.
If an advisor from the Imperial Palace doesnt know, thats saying something. Even Ian, who was an emperor in his past life, was unfamiliar with it; it must be hard to find in Bariel.
The biggest factor in our decision is the current situation in Bratz. Youre aware of our funeral customs, right?
Yes, Im aware.
When a tribe or clan chief dies, the entire tribe enters into mourning for a year. The leader is considered the family of everyone, especially if theyve held the position for a long time like Winchen.
In truth, Romandro also knew deep down that Ian was the right person for the job. However, due to his background and circumstances, he couldnt easily speak up.
Furthermore, the moment he did, it would be like throwing himself into an unknown whirlpool of politics. Romandro simply wished to finish the reconstruction quickly and return to his main house in the central region.
To the home where his lovely wife was waiting for him!
Then, lets call it a day.
Since were on the subject, may I ask you for one more favor?
What is it?
Could you find out if theres a merchant in the center who deals with Silasque?
The empires capital was the center of the world. If he wanted to find information, he was certain to find it. Romandro readily nodded, as it wasnt a difficult task.
Ill look into it.
Thank you.
The night has grown late. You should also get some rest.
You too, see you tomorrow.
Screech
Romandro and Nersarn tidied up their seats and left the meeting room. Ian lightly tapped his tired shoulders and called for Beric outside.
Beric, lets call it an early night.
Tired?
Yes. My eyes keep closing, cant help it.
Ian chuckled, wrapped the hood around his shoulders, and turned off all the meeting rooms lanterns. This night was particularly dark, even the moon didnt rise.
***
Master Ian is here!
Shh. Keep your voice down.
Master Ian, weve been waiting for you.
Youve all stayed up, I see.
Of course. By the way, we tried roasting seeds for the first time yesterday. They were really delicious!
The rumor that Ian would be handing out Grula seeds at midnight had already spread. Everyone pretended to be asleep and locked their doors, but as soon as they heard any movement, they ran out to greet him. Perhaps due to the excited atmosphere, it felt like the aftermath of a forbidden festival.
What to do now? I didnt prepare much for today.
Already? I only got a handful
Tomorrow, Ill try to prepare more generously.
Dont put Master Ian in a difficult situation! Hes already helping us out by avoiding the eyes of those palace brats, isnt he?
Ah, you little rascal. Those palace brats will hear you. Keep your voice down.
Surprisingly, they didnt find it strange that the guards didnt come despite the noise. No, it seemed like they didnt even consider it. As if they were intoxicated by the joy that Grula brought them.
Tomorrow, you have to give it to me first, okay?
Understood. So go and get some rest.
Beric shook the sack he had been carrying, signaling that it was empty. The disappointed villagers dispersed one by one, and Ian also turned to leave.
Shuffle, shuffle.
As they exited the alleyway, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard. Maybe it was because he was more tired than usual, but Ian walked in silence until he realized that Beric had stopped.
Are you not going?
Ian.
Beric playfully raised his eyebrows three times. Their gazes met as a cool breeze swept through. Ian also took off his hood and showed a faint smile.
Lets go.
Following them were three presences.
Ian pretended not to notice and kept walking ahead, while Beric flailed his arms about, as if to show that he wasnt carrying any weapons.
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Chapter 63
Ah, lets take a look.
Romandro scratched his nose as he checked the documents. Opposite him were Ian and Kakantir, shuffling through papers as well. They were planning to wrap up the day with an evening meeting after dinner.
He asked Ian,
Is there nothing left to reconstruct in Gilsaem Village?
Yes. The village was isolated due to the destruction of a bridge during the battle, so it didnt suffer much damage. The bridge reconstruction is underway; once thats done, it should be mostly complete.
Good. Then lets reduce the orders for the quarry.
Feeling pleased to have overcome a big challenge in erasing the traces of battle in the Bratz territory, Romandro wet his throat with wine and continued.
What about the Grula supplies?
It should be fine to start distributing them gradually. According to the villagers who received supplies in advance, its spreading quickly. Itd be better to announce it before it flows into Merellof.
I see. Will you be going out again today?
Im planning to continue for about three more days.
Working both day and night. They say magic users have exceptional talents, but it seems in your case, that talent is stamina.
Ian laughed in surprise at the unexpected compliment. Wasnt he the one who struggled and fainted after even a single outing when he first arrived in Bratz? But now, he seemed to be gradually toughening up through his trips to the desert.
Lets review the content again. Ah, Grula cultivation, distribution, and consumption within the Bratz territory are free, but trading outside must exclusively go through our mansion.
More precisely, it would go through the Imperial Advisory Council, and even more precisely, through Ian.
Given the nature of Grula, this winter would be the first and last time it would be monopolized in Bratz. A crop that reproduces quickly and is quite common; as soon as perceptions improve, it will be consumed throughout Bariel.
Mulling over the sentences, Romandro muttered,
Should we attach a condition about Merellof
Thats not a good idea. It would give them a reason to criticize us, and were at a disadvantage for now.
Hmm. Technically, they were the ones who started it.
The one who strikes first often forgets.
True. Then, about the related fines
As they delved into the details, the moon reached the center of the sky. Glancing at his watch, Ian nodded.
I think weve covered enough. Anything else youd like to discuss? Ah, Sir Nersarn.
At Ians words, Nersarn, who had been standing behind Kakantir and remained relatively quiet throughout the meeting, raised his hand.
Ive received a message from the desert.
From the desert?
The tribal chiefs health has deteriorated again.
The old woman who had once survived a near-death experience thanks to the Silasque Ian had provided. They had hoped she was recovering, but it seemed she couldnt stave off looming death after all.
Therefore, we decided to use all the remaining Silasque.
Oh dear.
Even if we want to cultivate it, we dont have any information on how to grow it or how long it will take.
Hold on. Can you include me in this conversation? Whos this tribal chief and what is Silasque?
Romandro, who had been silently listening, raised his hand. Everything being said was completely unknown to him. Especially the term Silasque, he had never heard of it before.
Ian briefly explained what had happened.
so, in order to cure the Gypsys disease, we needed a red flower called Silasque. It just so happened that I had one. The Cheonrye tribe got through their hardship with one, and I was pondering whether to plant the other one for future generations or use it for the tribe chief Winchen. Thats the decision that has been made.
Silasque? Ive never heard of it.
You really dont know? Its a red flower that never wilts once it blooms.
If an advisor from the Imperial Palace doesnt know, thats saying something. Even Ian, who was an emperor in his past life, was unfamiliar with it; it must be hard to find in Bariel.
The biggest factor in our decision is the current situation in Bratz. Youre aware of our funeral customs, right?
Yes, Im aware.
When a tribe or clan chief dies, the entire tribe enters into mourning for a year. The leader is considered the family of everyone, especially if theyve held the position for a long time like Winchen.
In truth, Romandro also knew deep down that Ian was the right person for the job. However, due to his background and circumstances, he couldnt easily speak up.
Furthermore, the moment he did, it would be like throwing himself into an unknown whirlpool of politics. Romandro simply wished to finish the reconstruction quickly and return to his main house in the central region.
To the home where his lovely wife was waiting for him!
Then, lets call it a day.
Since were on the subject, may I ask you for one more favor?
What is it?
Could you find out if theres a merchant in the center who deals with Silasque?
The empires capital was the center of the world. If he wanted to find information, he was certain to find it. Romandro readily nodded, as it wasnt a difficult task.
Ill look into it.
Thank you.
The night has grown late. You should also get some rest.
You too, see you tomorrow.
Screech
Romandro and Nersarn tidied up their seats and left the meeting room. Ian lightly tapped his tired shoulders and called for Beric outside.
Beric, lets call it an early night.
Tired?
Yes. My eyes keep closing, cant help it.
Ian chuckled, wrapped the hood around his shoulders, and turned off all the meeting rooms lanterns. This night was particularly dark, even the moon didnt rise.
***
Master Ian is here!
Shh. Keep your voice down.
Master Ian, weve been waiting for you.
Youve all stayed up, I see.
Of course. By the way, we tried roasting seeds for the first time yesterday. They were really delicious!
The rumor that Ian would be handing out Grula seeds at midnight had already spread. Everyone pretended to be asleep and locked their doors, but as soon as they heard any movement, they ran out to greet him. Perhaps due to the excited atmosphere, it felt like the aftermath of a forbidden festival.
What to do now? I didnt prepare much for today.
Already? I only got a handful
Tomorrow, Ill try to prepare more generously.
Dont put Master Ian in a difficult situation! Hes already helping us out by avoiding the eyes of those palace brats, isnt he?
Ah, you little rascal. Those palace brats will hear you. Keep your voice down.
Surprisingly, they didnt find it strange that the guards didnt come despite the noise. No, it seemed like they didnt even consider it. As if they were intoxicated by the joy that Grula brought them.
Tomorrow, you have to give it to me first, okay?
Understood. So go and get some rest.
Beric shook the sack he had been carrying, signaling that it was empty. The disappointed villagers dispersed one by one, and Ian also turned to leave.
Shuffle, shuffle.
As they exited the alleyway, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard. Maybe it was because he was more tired than usual, but Ian walked in silence until he realized that Beric had stopped.
Are you not going?
Ian.
Beric playfully raised his eyebrows three times. Their gazes met as a cool breeze swept through. Ian also took off his hood and showed a faint smile.
Lets go.
Following them were three presences.
Ian pretended not to notice and kept walking ahead, while Beric flailed his arms about, as if to show that he wasnt carrying any weapons.
Chapter 63Ah, lets take a look.Romandro scratched his nose as he checked the documents. Opposite him were Ian and Kakantir, shuffling through papers as well. They were planning to wrap up the day with an evening meeting after dinner.He asked Ian,Is there nothing left to reconstruct in Gilsaem Village?Yes. The village was isolated due to the destruction of a bridge during the battle, so it didnt suffer much damage. The bridge reconstruction is underway; once thats done, it should be mostly complete.Good. Then lets reduce the orders for the quarry.Feeling pleased to have overcome a big challenge in erasing the traces of battle in the Bratz territory, Romandro wet his throat with wine and continued.What about the Grula supplies?It should be fine to start distributing them gradually. According to the villagers who received supplies in advance, its spreading quickly. Itd be better to announce it before it flows into Merellof.I see. Will you be going out again today?Im planning to continue for about three more days.Working both day and night. They say magic users have exceptional talents, but it seems in your case, that talent is stamina.Ian laughed in surprise at the unexpected compliment. Wasnt he the one who struggled and fainted after even a single outing when he first arrived in Bratz? But now, he seemed to be gradually toughening up through his trips to the desert.Lets review the content again. Ah, Grula cultivation, distribution, and consumption within the Bratz territory are free, but trading outside must exclusively go through our mansion.More precisely, it would go through the Imperial Advisory Council, and even more precisely, through Ian.Given the nature of Grula, this winter would be the first and last time it would be monopolized in Bratz. A crop that reproduces quickly and is quite common; as soon as perceptions improve, it will be consumed throughout Bariel.Mulling over the sentences, Romandro muttered,Should we attach a condition about MerellofThats not a good idea. It would give them a reason to criticize us, and were at a disadvantage for now.Hmm. Technically, they were the ones who started it.The one who strikes first often forgets.True. Then, about the related finesAs they delved into the details, the moon reached the center of the sky. Glancing at his watch, Ian nodded.I think weve covered enough. Anything else youd like to discuss? Ah, Sir Nersarn.At Ians words, Nersarn, who had been standing behind Kakantir and remained relatively quiet throughout the meeting, raised his hand.Ive received a message from the desert.From the desert?The tribal chiefs health has deteriorated again.The old woman who had once survived a near-death experience thanks to the Silasque Ian had provided. They had hoped she was recovering, but it seemed she couldnt stave off looming death after all.Therefore, we decided to use all the remaining Silasque.Oh dear.Even if we want to cultivate it, we dont have any information on how to grow it or how long it will take.Hold on. Can you include me in this conversation? Whos this tribal chief and what is Silasque?Romandro, who had been silently listening, raised his hand. Everything being said was completely unknown to him. Especially the term Silasque, he had never heard of it before.Ian briefly explained what had happened.so, in order to cure the Gypsys disease, we needed a red flower called Silasque. It just so happened that I had one. The Cheonrye tribe got through their hardship with one, and I was pondering whether to plant the other one for future generations or use it for the tribe chief Winchen. Thats the decision that has been made.Silasque? Ive never heard of it.You really dont know? Its a red flower that never wilts once it blooms.If an advisor from the Imperial Palace doesnt know, thats saying something. Even Ian, who was an emperor in his past life, was unfamiliar with it; it must be hard to find in Bariel.The biggest factor in our decision is the current situation in Bratz. Youre aware of our funeral customs, right?Yes, Im aware.When a tribe or clan chief dies, the entire tribe enters into mourning for a year. The leader is considered the family of everyone, especially if theyve held the position for a long time like Winchen.In truth, Romandro also knew deep down that Ian was the right person for the job. However, due to his background and circumstances, he couldnt easily speak up.Furthermore, the moment he did, it would be like throwing himself into an unknown whirlpool of politics. Romandro simply wished to finish the reconstruction quickly and return to his main house in the central region.To the home where his lovely wife was waiting for him!Then, lets call it a day.Since were on the subject, may I ask you for one more favor?What is it?Could you find out if theres a merchant in the center who deals with Silasque?The empires capital was the center of the world. If he wanted to find information, he was certain to find it. Romandro readily nodded, as it wasnt a difficult task.Ill look into it.Thank you.The night has grown late. You should also get some rest.You too, see you tomorrow.ScreechRomandro and Nersarn tidied up their seats and left the meeting room. Ian lightly tapped his tired shoulders and called for Beric outside.Beric, lets call it an early night.Tired?Yes. My eyes keep closing, cant help it.Ian chuckled, wrapped the hood around his shoulders, and turned off all the meeting rooms lanterns. This night was particularly dark, even the moon didnt rise.***Master Ian is here!Shh. Keep your voice down.Master Ian, weve been waiting for you.Youve all stayed up, I see.Of course. By the way, we tried roasting seeds for the first time yesterday. They were really delicious!The rumor that Ian would be handing out Grula seeds at midnight had already spread. Everyone pretended to be asleep and locked their doors, but as soon as they heard any movement, they ran out to greet him. Perhaps due to the excited atmosphere, it felt like the aftermath of a forbidden festival.What to do now? I didnt prepare much for today.Already? I only got a handfulTomorrow, Ill try to prepare more generously.Dont put Master Ian in a difficult situation! Hes already helping us out by avoiding the eyes of those palace brats, isnt he?Ah, you little rascal. Those palace brats will hear you. Keep your voice down.Surprisingly, they didnt find it strange that the guards didnt come despite the noise. No, it seemed like they didnt even consider it. As if they were intoxicated by the joy that Grula brought them.Tomorrow, you have to give it to me first, okay?Understood. So go and get some rest.Beric shook the sack he had been carrying, signaling that it was empty. The disappointed villagers dispersed one by one, and Ian also turned to leave.Shuffle, shuffle.As they exited the alleyway, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard. Maybe it was because he was more tired than usual, but Ian walked in silence until he realized that Beric had stopped.Are you not going?Ian.Beric playfully raised his eyebrows three times. Their gazes met as a cool breeze swept through. Ian also took off his hood and showed a faint smile.Lets go.Following them were three presences.Ian pretended not to notice and kept walking ahead, while Beric flailed his arms about, as if to show that he wasnt carrying any weapons.
