“Today’s class will be over here.”


  Clerivan said as he finished class.

  So, I was the only one who was listening properly, but Clerivan didn’t seem to care much.

  "And I have an assignment today."

  "Sigh……"

  When the children were told that it was an assignment, they sighed as if they had lost ground.

  The dislike of homework is the same everywhere.1

  "Today’s assignment is a relatively simple one. Of course, it’s not exactly the case."

  It sounds like some kind of hot iced tea.

  I felt curiosity and looked at Clerivan

  “Your homework is to come up with the answer to the question, ’What is the most valuable thing for a merchant?’”


  "Of course it’s money."

  Gilliu replied right away.

  “Then that would be Gilliu’s answer. Let’s talk more about homework in the next class.”


  As Clerivan cleared the board, he announced that the class was completely over.

  I cleared up the seat where I was sitting throughout the class and stood up.

  Mayron, who was setting the cushion right after me, complained.

  “I don’t know!! how do we know about commerce so well.”


  Somehow I felt like I would laugh.

  Others don’t know, but I do.

  How much a person named Clerivan Pellet is, a person with a strong position and a person with a terrifying touch.

  I said, striking to Mayron.

  "Of course! What kind of……!"

  I was trying to say ’What kind of person!’


  Clerivan never misses what’s happening in this classroom, and I already know Clerivan as a teacher.

  "Are you really curious about who you are? Ha ha ha……"

  It was almost a big deal.

  As he quickly turned around and cleaned up the cushion that was in good condition, Mayron tilted his head.

  "Tia, you’re sweating all of a sudden. Where do you hurt?"

  "Oh, what hurts. You have a pretty cushion……"

  After looking around, I quickly changed the subject.

  “But, wasn’t Belsach come today?”


  There is no sound of his snoring, so how comfortable the class environment is.

  Today, the contents of the class were more familiar in my ears.

  “Belsach followed his father to a meeting.”


  A poor voice replied.

  "Hi, it’s Larane."

  "Hello, Florentia."

  Even today, pretty Larane was wearing a dress full of white frills.

  Originally, we were very uncomfortable, and while taking classes together, we sometimes have some short conversations and greetings.

  But I always talked first, and it was the first time that Larane came to me like today.

  “You know, Florentia.”


  "What color do you like?"

  The sudden question comes, and I was a little embarrassed.

  What is my favorite color?

  I blinked a couple of times and replied.

  "Red."

  "Oh, that’s right. I see."

  If that was really the case, Larane turned around and went out without regret after heard my answer.

  The twins approached me, standing still in embarrassment.

  "What is it? What did Larane say?"

  “Suddenly come……”


  "You come suddenly?"

  "She asked what color I like."

  I thought the twins would react like ’Ah, what’s up’ or ’That’s a crappy question’.

  But the two smiled wide open their eyes.

  "Tia likes red!"

  “Red, red…… ”


  The reaction of the twins was also strange.

  Mayron liked it as if he knew very good information, and Gilliu kept muttering red, like a man who would not forget.

  Larane is weird and twins are weird.

  No, the twins were originally a little strange, but today they were no longer.

  "I have to go quickly and take a nap."

  I sighed and began to tidy up the classroom.

  * * *

  In the southern district under the direct command of the emperor, there was a residential area where the townhouses of the nobles were concentrated.

  This place, commonly referred to as ’Noble Town’, boasted a luxurious and beautiful outer scenery that could not be compared to other districts.

  Among them, the Sedakyuna shopping street, where high-end shops are gathered, was still crowded with nobles and rich merchants today.

  The restaurant ’Victoria Place’, which has been fully booked every day since its newly opened a while ago, has not received other guests today only for a group of customers.

  The meeting was held once a season by Viese Lombardy, the eldest son of Lombardy Lord, and was very popular in the social world.

  "You said that Lombardy and Angenas are going to start a business together?"

  “I heard that story too! I’m so excited!”


  When the nobles gathered together here today, the first theme they brought out was the same.

  The topic of socialization these days was the cooperation of the two families, no matter what.

  Lombardy, who is called a noble above the nobility, and Angenas, who already produced the fourth empress, join hands and jump into a business.

  Even though it has not been properly disclosed, word of mouth was already spreading.

  "I heard it’s a textile business. What on earth is it?"

  "Why don’t you buy silk from anywhere in the west and bring it in?"

  “Maybe. Angenas is a family with roots in the west, and if you are at the top of Lombardy, you can go up to that very long distance.”


  Viese’s mouth, who struggled to keep smiling amidst the controversial conjectures, trembled.

  It wasn’t a long time since Gallahan’s job start, he kept sleeping at night and then came back to normal.

  He soothed himself to think that he gave a business to Gallahan, who had never done anything until now.

  However, when I saw that the business plan became a topic in the mouths of other people, I was twisted again.

  "Viese."

  There was a hand on Viese’s stiff shoulders.

  It was Viese’s wife, Seral.

  "Other people are watching, honey."

  She said with a smile that seemed as if she was whispering a friendly word, but the sweet voice flashed her mind.

  Not surprisingly, other nobles who were talking about the textile business were glancing at Viese.

  Rumors that he was the one who originally started the Lombardy and Angenas collaborative project could not have been caught by them quickly.

  Even though they knew what was going on, they were talking about the textile business in front of Viese.

  This was a battlefield.

  Viese quickly hid her expression with the cup she was holding in her hand.

  Those who were hoping that Viese, who likes to scream, would explode, were disappointed when he recovered his composure.

  They were faces that missed the interesting sight.

  "Shall we let the wind blow for a moment?"

  Seral got Viese up from the table.

  And with an elegant step, she headed for a place without people.

  Seral said, who once again confirmed that there are no familiar people around.

  "It’s time to stop paying for meals, too. Isn’t it?

  Seral said, brushing her husband’s shoulders.

  "Right. And it’s a business that barely touches the fabric. How well will it work if it goes well."

  "Okay, so don’t bother."

  Seral understood Viese’s anxiety.

  Although he was the eldest son of Lulak, he was a man who lacked much.

  She knew how to make a very objective evaluation of her husband.

  So he said in a warmer tone.

  "Gallahan-nim is the youngest who can only play. Look around. Lombardy is your name in the social world"

  It wasn’t a big deal, but as his wife said, the face of Viese, who looked around, became very bright.

  This was possible because Seral knew what he was sensitive to and what he valued.

  "Belsach, come here."

  Seral called Belsach, who was harassing the butterfly from a distance.

  "Which family did I say you should play with their child today?"

  "Hmm…… Miimbert and Belletiron Ronga. But mother."

  Belsach frowned and said, crossing his stomach.

  "But they’re so boring. Can I just play alone? That’s more fun."

  For Belsach, Miimbert’s second son and Belletiron’s third son were just cowards who couldn’t even play together.

  "Belsach, what did you say is the most important thing to live like a noble?"

  Belsach pouted her lips, remembering the words he listened to his mother so much that every time he was scolded by her, he heard a scab on his ear.

  "Your network. Whoever you hang out with is the most important thing."

  "Yes, that’s right. So go and say hello to Miimbert and Belletiron. Don’t forget to laugh as if it were nice to meet you. Okay?"

  "Yeah……"

  Belsach eventually drooped his shoulders and walked to pretend to be close as his mother told him to do.

  "You too, wake up now. Gallahan…… won’t be busy for a long time anyway."

  Seral didn’t think that Gallahan, the first to pursue the project, would pay off.

  So, after seeing the opportunity, I thought that Angenas could speak to Viese and start a new business.

  After a while, the couple tenderly folded their arms and returned to the table.

  As if nothing had happened, they led the meeting with a smile.

  * * *

  "Hello, grandfather!"

  As I entered the office, I nodded in greeting.

  "Is Florentia here? I brought juice and cookies for you, so eat a lot."

  "Yes, Grandpa! Wow!"

  I went out and it worked out.

  I ran out to the sofa in front of the table with plenty of food on it, with a childish cheer.

  "Father, I’m here too."

  "Okay."

  Well, Grandpa also has a severe temperature difference.

  After seeing me and smiling happily, my father greeted me and came back with my grandfather’s distinctive stern face.

  I ate sweets, so I chewed my cookie with a happy look in the world and listened to the conversation between my grandfather and my father.

  "It’s a fabric that I haven’t encountered yet, so I’m not satisfied with the order quantity."

  "How much quantity did you produce?"

  "This is the amount that can be delivered to the entire Sedakyuna or Dressing Room right away. We are adjusting the production amount little by little according to the order status, but that doesn’t mean that we can completely reduce the number of craftsmen."

  "That way, we won’t have the capacity to produce when orders come in large quantities."

  "Yes. So……"

  Is it not going well?

  Neither my father nor my grandfather looked so good.

  As a result, I even became nervous.

  This textile business should be a reliable stepping stone for my father.

  I focused on overhearing the conversation, killing the crunching of cookies.

  "Have you consulted with Clerivan?"

  Grandfather, who was in thought, tapping the armrests of the chair for a moment, asked my father.

  "I have discussed it, but there seems to be no breakthrough."

  "If so, you’ll have to wait and see."

  "Yes, father."

  It seemed that he was trying not to show off the surface, but my father had a face that seemed to suffocate from anxiety and burden.

  I thought it would be like me.

  Even if I said it was my grandfather’s order, anyway, he was in charge of the business that his older brother Viese brought.

  Besides, the business plan that became responsible for that was a large-scale business with the Imperial Family woven together.

  He sighed a little.

  "Let’s see the fabric for a moment."

  "Here you are."

  At the words of my grandfather, my father handed out a large-sized piece of coroi cotton fabric.

  "It came out softer and lighter than I thought. It is easy to dye in a variety of colors and has good breathability, so it will be more useful in summer."

  "But there are still months left until summer."

  The problem seemed to be that there was no way to sell the fabric being pulled out right away.

  There was about a week left until full-scale sales began.

  Now is the time to decide the customer who will deliver the goods stably.

  I put my cookie down in a frustrated heart and approached my father.

  "Dad! I want to see it! Me too!"

  My father smiled as if he couldn’t help it, and gave me the same fabric the size he had given to my grandfather.

  "Wow"

  Father was right.

  The coroi cotton fabric was so much softer so that it cannot be compared to fabric that only has coroi.

  The thickness of the fabric was slightly thicker, but as it was so light, it hardly touched the skin, so it was not burdensome.

  When I touched it with my fingertips, I was convinced that it would be both breathable and absorbent.

  In addition, it was even because the cotton was in it, and even if it was not dyed separately, it seemed luxurious that the strange gloss turned.

  "For now, it would be best to wait for the response from Sedakyuna or some dressing rooms in the shopping district that we decided to deliver."

  My father said as if he had decided.

  "The things are good, so if you wait, you will definitely get a response."

  But Grandpa was still silent as if thinking another way.

  I thought the same thing as my grandfather.

  It wasn’t the best way to make something like this and just wait for it.

  If the problem was low awareness, it was important to let people know, even with a small amount of money.

  The nobles will be interested in some degree just because it is a collaboration between and Angenas.

  My father only needed a very small opportunity.

  It wasn’t necessary to be big, it was small and it was easy to carry, so it became an advertisement.

  "What’s not there?"

  My eyes looking around, and find a teacup in front of my father.