Chapter 11

『 Chapter 11 』

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Would it be my mistake if Clarivan's expression looked very pleasant?

There was a pause in the classroom.

All the children, including myself, were busy alternating between the trees in front and the Clarivan, blinking their eyes.

"You want me to sell it?"

The first thing that broke the silence was Bellezac.

The one who was sitting on the bed all class, frowned and asked.

"Yes, I am. The task is to sell this log and get the money."

Whether or not Bellezac does it. Clarivan's smiling face hasn't changed.

"You can use any method to sell things. You can cut or split this tree, or burn it if you need it."

In other words, all you have to do is sell it by any means.

"Hmm…."

It was the same for me that I couldn't think of a sharp number.

As Clarivan said, that was just a log and there seemed to be no special trait.

It's a light beam for wood, but I'm sure I can't even lift it up and move it by myself.

Besides, trees like that are so common that they can be sold to anyone who needs firewood at best.

It was when I was thinking about what to do.

"However, you can't force a sale using your position. We must sell this tree only to those who need it."

"Haaah..."

I heard a little sigh right next to me on the last condition that Clarivan gave.

It was Mayron and Gilliu.

The two were sighing with their eyes down as if they were very disappointed.

What, what were you thinking?

When I was looking at them with very suspicious eyes, Larane, who was calmly listening to Clarivan, raised her hand carefully.

"Hey…."

"Yes, Lady Larane, go ahead."

"Holding it myself...Do I have to do it?"

She's embarrassed to ask questions, her white face turned red.

"Don't worry about it. It's just a sample, and it's already delivered to your place."

"Oh, thank God."

Maybe she was worried if she should carry that heavy thing with her, but when Larane smiled when she heard the answer, a pretty dimple burst into her cheek.

"I don't like it."

I'm enjoying a lily-pretty Larane, and I hear a loud voice.

You don't have to look over there to find out who it is.

It was Bellezac's voice.

"Why should I do such a thing?"

That guy doesn't even talk much. Of course.

His mouth is still smiling, but the laughter disappeared from Clarivan's eyes.

"What such thing, Mr. Bellezac?"

"That's how you sell things.

Why do I have to do what my subordinates do?"

"Why do you think that's something that only subordinates do?"

"My mother said. Dealing with money is a bad thing."

It was such a strong word that I smirked.

Seral, a native of Angenas, a second-generation family in the Lambru Empire, was indeed a "noble."

In fact, in the past, making direct money transactions and dwelling on money were considered as an act that was not aristocratic.

But that's all in the past.

The aristocracy was shocked by Lombardy, who started with commerce and took control of everything with the power of money.

Realizing the power of one or two assets, they were either putting up a hook with his dormant money or actively setting up the top and jumping into commerce.

That's why the family of Angenas, who had been holding out until the end, made the Dulac company and reached out to the textile market.

I remembered the Dulac who visited the mansion last time to seek Lombardy's help.

But the descendant of Angenas, Bellezac, says such a gentle voice.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Clarivan said as if he was sorry.

"I have no choice but to give you a failing grade on this assignment."

"Failing grade?"

Bellezac's face, which had been mumbling the word failed for a while, soon turned red.

"Why am I failing?"

"There's nothing we can do. This assignment is to sell the goods, and you're going to fail because you refuse to do it."

"Then you can change your assignment! The problem is that the assignment is a mess from the beginning!"

"Yes, sir, sir."

That was it.

Clarivan was neither angry nor trying to make Bellezac understand.

He just turned around and said to us except for Bellezac.

"You can have the money you sold the trees, and whoever earns the most money will get a prize, so please do your best."

Eventually, Bellezac, who was completely excluded, huffed and went out with a bang.

That didn't mean anyone cared.

I went a little closer and looked at the tree.

"Hmm."

I wondered if there was anything I was missing, but it was really an ordinary log.

Clarivan certainly said that any method is acceptable.

I squatted in front of a tree, poking at the rough shell and starting to roll my head furiously.

Blame it. What can I use it for?

It was obvious that even if I brought it and sold it, I wouldn't get a few bucks.

That means we have to process it.

The moment I thought so, I had a memory that flashed through my mind.

Oh, he was there.

Who will bring this rugged log back to art.

He was in Lombardy now.

The room I and my father use is literally more like an apartment than a "room."

There is only one entrance door, but it is accompanied by four rooms connected to the space used as a living room and reception room.

It seems to be very small compared to where my father's other brothers live, but it is a perfect size for us.

As long as my father doesn't mess up books all over the drawing room like today.

I was surprised by the mess in the living room when I came out of the room, but my father didn't see me because he was so absorbed in what he was doing.

I went to my father's side carefully not to step on the book lying on the floor, and I could see him drawing something hard.

"Daddy…?"

"Oh, Tia's out."

My father raised his head when he heard my voice and smiled refreshingly.

"Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not busy."

My father said so and pushed what he had drawn away.

Even if it's a daughter, it could be a little annoying to interrupt his concentration.

My father hugged me rather tightly.

"I actually have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh, my Tia, please. I'll listen to anything."

"It's.... Draw a picture for me."

"Picture?"

Father tilted his head.

"Yes, what do you want me to draw for you? Flowers? Trees? Or cute animals?"

"Grandmother's face."

"Grandmother's...face?"

I was quite embarrassed by what I asked for, but my father blinked without saying a word.

"Yes. I wonder what she was like."

She was my grandmother who died a few years before I was born.

I've seen a few of the portraits left behind, but that's all.

Perhaps he knows how I feel, but he brought back the sketchbook and flipped to a certain page while scratching his cheek.

"Well.... The last time I saw her was so long ago. I don't really remember."

Even though he said so, his father's hand moved quickly.

Without hesitation a few times, the graphite in his hand moved like dancing on a white piece of paper.

I quietly sat next to my father and appreciated him.

The parlor was filled with only the sound of a blind spot.

"...Oh, my God, she was."

"Wow!"

It was not a false cheer.

When I saw the finished picture, I was amazed without realizing it.

The grandmother whose father remembered was smiling kindly.

There were some light wrinkles around her eyes, and the tail down was similar to her father.

Although it was painted only with black lines, I could feel the affection for her son in those two eyes.

"My mother was such a sweet woman."

The end of his speech was overcast as if he missed her.

And he patted the end of the paper several times with his thumb, carefully ripped one off and gave it to me.

"But why did you suddenly ask me to paint your grandmother, Tia?"

"Well, I have someone to show."

"Who wants to see?"

My father seemed to want to ask more questions, but I rolled up the paper and came down from the chair in one hand.

"I'll hang out outside for a while. I'll be right back!"

"Huh? Outside?"

My father, who seemed to be embarrassed for a while, opened the door and shouted loudly at the back of my head.

"Be careful not to fall down!"

I won't fall, Father.

How old am I?

In fact, maybe my father has the ability to read the future.

Thud

"Ughhh" I was leaving the main building where we lived and heading for my destination excitedly, but my feet were tripped by a stone.

"Huh!"

I could have succeeded in squeezing out the maximum strength and balance a seven-year-old can produce and not falling on the ground with my other foot, but the pocket I had tied to my waist fell to the ground.

Oh, my snack bag.

I could see a piece of candy rolling out of a pocket that had not been folded well.

I rolled on the floor, but fortunately, there was not much soil.

I picked it up quickly and blew it away.

No one's watching, what's the matter?

After checking that there was no soil on the surface, I threw it into my mouth.

"Hic!"

What does this mean?

Looking to the side where the sound came from, two small heads go in far behind the wall.

They were familiar heads.

"Come on out."

I talked to you, but it's quiet without any answer.

"Gilliu, Mayron."

When I called their names, they came out of the room and were twins approaching.

But their facial expressions are weird.

Gilliu stared at me, and Mayron seemed to be restless somewhere.

"You ate what fell on the ground."

"They said that what falls on the ground is to be thrown away."

Oh, I see.

"What, what, what's wrong?"

I was very embarrassed to be caught picking up candy from the ground, but I decided to go out confidently.

"You'll die, Tia."

"Let's go to Dr. O'Malley, Tia."

The twins tried to pull me by holding my arms one by one.

"People don't die from it."

Such a bother.

"Why are you two chasing me?"

I changed the subject before asking more questions.

"Well, that's...."

Fortunately, the twins suddenly became silent as if they were speechless.

"If you have nothing to say, I'm leaving. Bye."

I didn't have time to waste like this here.

I'm busy on my way.

When I turned around, Mayron said urgently.

"We're coming with you!"

"Where do you think I'm going?"

"I don't know, but it'll be fun!"

"Yes! Tia's fun!"

Are they fooling me now?

I had that thought for a moment, but I could know one thing for sure.

They're not the ones who won't follow me if I tell them not to.

"Then stay quiet so I don't mind. Because I'm busy."

"Okay!"

"I'll be quiet!"

It was quite cute to see the twins smiling and nodding their heads with the same similar face.

You've shown buds on your beauty since you were young.

And I started moving back to where I originally intended.

I said I would walk fast, but my legs were still so short that I couldn't get as fast as I wanted.

"But where are we going now?"

asked Gilliu, who was walking leisurely as if he had come out for a walk.

"Come on, I know."

Man, I'm tired.

Fortunately, the person I was looking for was not too far away.

Of the large Lombardy mansions, the outermost but most vibrant.

A small village with houses that are completely different from the main building we live in.

"Wow, wow! Where are we?"

"I didn't know there was a place like this in the mansion!"

The twins couldn't keep their mouths shut and looked around and said.

"This is the home of Lombardy's resident employees and their families."

I wiped the sweat off my chin and explained it in high spirits.

"Now we just have to ask and find."

A genius sculptor who bloomed late at the age of 30.

An artist from Lombardy who later became a sculptor of the emperor.

Alfeo John, 16 years old now, is here somewhere.