These days, the Haslot market has one new thing.

  It was a large green building built on the central street of Heslot.

  That expensive green dye was spread across a large building.

  A small four-story building that was originally renovated from an old building on its site boasted a luxurious appearance that did not match the market a little.

  So, among the people who used the market, there was a lot of talk about the purpose of the building.

  Some said the building would be a luxury pub, others said it would be a luxury inn.

  What the opinions had in common was that they all expected it to be a place selling very expensive items.

  And today, finally, a big sign hung on the building.

  People who were busy walking down the street would slow down while looking at the signboard one by one.

  The signboards written in handwriting as luxurious as the exterior of the building seemed to suit the nobles’ district, Sedakyuna Street.

  "A clothing store?"

  Hanson, who owns a large fruit shop nearby, muttered while looking up at the shiny sign.

  "Isn’t the wrong dressing room?"

  Robert, who runs a bread shop next to Hanson’s shop, came up and said.

  "Okay. If it’s a dressing room, it’s a dressing room, I’ve never heard of a clothing store again."

  "What do I know."

  Robert grunted, disliked by the shimmery buildings towering among the shabby buildings.

  "By the way, are you going to use all that big building as a dressing room?"

  Margaret, a crockery shop right next to the clothing store building, asked as he joined the men’s conversation.

  "I will make this big dressing room in Sedakyuna. Someone built-in in Heslot market?."

  Others agreed with Hanson’s words.

  But even so, they couldn’t take their eyes off the dark green building.

  It was then. The door of a closed clothing store opened and a young woman greeted the merchants with a smiling face.

  "Hello!"

  She wasn’t overly decorated, but she was a woman with an appearance that made people who see it invisible and couldn’t take eyes off her eyes.

  "I am Violet, the manager of the ’Gallahan Clothing Store’! I’ll be happy in the future!"

  Originally she is a middle manager of the textile department at the top of Lombardy, she was now scouted by Clerivan and transferred to the group.

  Dealing with all sorts of textile dealers from all over the empire, dealing with her stubbornness was as familiar as breathing.

  At Violet’s fresh greeting, the merchants nodded and shouted.

  And Felicia, the hostess of the bakery, couldn’t stand the worries and asked Violet.

  "A clothing store is like a luxury dressing room?."

  "We are a little different from a dressing room. Think of it as a place selling pre-made clothes!"

  " The clothes you made in advance?"

  People were confused as they looked at each other’s faces alternately.

  Familiar with the reaction, Violet said with a smile.

  The people who flashed their eyes a couple of times at her words burst into laughter at once.

  "Yes, man! Young people are good at joking!"

  "How can a suit sold in a place like this be 2 silver! No matter how cheap you go to the dressing room, you have to pay 50 silver!"

  "I have to give 1 silver only to remove the fabric these days!"

  But Violet spoke seriously.

  "Really. Look at the day we open our store. But do you have to come quickly?"

  "What? Because things will run out quickly."

  The people who laughed holding the belly button at her sincere attitude stopped laughing one by one.

  "I, really?"

  "Yes, of course!"

  However, people still looked dubious.

  Violet shrugs with a heart that everyone will know when the open day comes.

  And she didn’t forget to ask for it once again.

  "Don’t forget to spread the word around! The opening of our ’Gallahan Clothing Store’ is two days later!"

  * * *

  Today was a day of class. And one more thing.

  It was also the day when a clothing store named after my father was opened in Haslot Market.

  Not only my father, who was nervous and couldn’t sleep all night, but I also went out early in the morning and had a simple breakfast by myself, and I headed to the classroom a little earlier.

  Because of Clerivan’s schedule, there was a message that the class was a little faster.

  Maybe in the afternoon, I’m going to go to the dressing room to check the situation.

  The door of the classroom was opened after passing the familiar path.

  Even though I didn’t know about the twins or Belsach, the classroom was empty, where I always thought there would be Larane who came first to read a book.

  "Am I the first?"

  It’s rare.

  I settled down in the classroom without much doubt.

  It was the place where I always sat with the twins.

  But I heard the door of the classroom open again.

  "Hi, Sir!"

  I laughed wide at Clerivan.

  It was a business smile.

  When I laughed like this, it was Clerivan who always smiled at me.

  But today something is different.

  He smiles like a habit, but his hardened eyes look at me.

  "Teacher, what’s going on?"

  Clerivan approached where I was sitting, took a small jar from his arms, and put it down in front of me.

  "Did you know this product that is selling on fire these days as Lombardys business?"

  "Hmmm……"

  I didn’t know how to answer.

  It was because I made a conversation with my grandfather about the recommendation letter.

  Besides, I heard that my grandfather collected Lombardy’s vassal and even proudly boasted of it as my work.

  So, it’s okay to answer ’I know well’.

  But it made me hesitate that I couldn’t understand the intent of Clerivan’s question.

  Instead of answering, I looked at him for a moment.

  Clerivan’s eyes, whose pigment was close to light blue, faced my gaze in front of me.

  "……If so, let me tell you what I think."

  Clerivan said in a low voice.

  "Other families don’t believe the fact that Lord said in the last meeting he held that this ointment was made by a Lady Florentia, not at the level of pride of an ordinary granddaughter. I think I understood the will of the Lord as much as I gave it."

  In fact, that’s normal.

  I am only eight years old now.

  "But I know you well too."

  "Me ……?"

  "Perhaps the idea and method of creating this ointment was something you came up with. Estira just added technical awareness. Isn’t it?"

  "No! I just really helped Estira."

  First of all, I tried to pretend I didn’t know.

  But, as expected, it doesn’t work for Clerivan.

  "Then are you saying that Estira invented the ointment?"

  "Yes. All that matters is Estira……"

  "She doesn’t just sell medicine but put it in beeswax and vegetable oil to harden it. It’s also mixed with hipsee."

  "Because Estira is smart!"

  "Of course I know that Estira has a brilliant head, but she, not the one who thinks out of the box."

  No, when did you figure out about Estira like that?

  Clerivan seemed to be convinced already.

  The ointment was not made by Estira, but by my own initiative.

  In fact, I have been noticing it for a while.

  The day he had a meeting with my father over the price of ready-to-wear clothes.

  Clerivan clearly knew that this ready-to-wear business was a business for commoner’s customers.

  At that time, it would have been to show his intentions, that he suddenly raised the price higher.

  It was already a little while later that I felt uncomfortable in Clerivan’s attitude.

  But there wasn’t much to say after that, so I thought maybe it was my mistake and went over.

  Being raised in this way.

  I asked with a bloody smile.

  "It’s only said to me that today’s class has been pulled, right?"

  Then Clerivan responded by raising the tail of his mouth as well.

  "Yes. Others were told that today’s class was canceled. I did it because I thought I needed time to talk to you. Please forgive me."

  "You didn’t have to do that. If you just asked, I would have answered."

  Just like Clerivan did, I was just trying to think of him, not to take it to the end.

  It was a little bit more than I had planned, but it was going to happen one day.

  It’s Clerivan Pellet after all.

  It was rather welcoming that a commercial genius who I had to make him my own people at all costs came to me with curiosity.

  "If so, please tell me the truth."

  Clerivan said in a sincere voice.

  At that moment I could see.

  If I don’t properly answer Clerivan’s questions right now, I’m not going to get this genius’s cooperation no matter what the future.

  I put my back straight to get my posture right.

  "First of all, the teacher’s guess is correct. I made the ointment with Estira’s help."

  "Also……"

  Clerivan’s eyes looking at me twinkled.

  "Then, is Gallahan’s project also the idea of a young lady?"

  "No, that’s not it. My father came up with making and selling ready-to-wear."

  "Ready-to-wear clothes. That’s right. You can call it that way."

  Oh right.

  In this place where there is no concept of ’pre-made clothes’, of course, there is no word for ’ready-to-wear clothes’.

  Clerivan nodded as he looked at me with a face that seemed to be impressed.

  I knew when he said.

  "I have to lower the price. I mean, you’re the one who goes beyond what I expected to do with my lady."

  It was then, too.

  I can’t forget Clerivan’s face, who laughed brightly.

  It’s even more handsome.1

  "Actually, since the time of the Coroi cotton business, I have had a feeling."

  "Well, from then on?"

  A stream of sweat flows.

  How sharp is this man?

  "At that time, the reason why the business right was transferred from Viese-nim to Gallahan-nim was because of the lady. More precisely, it was because the lady suddenly dragged Gallahan to the front of the wagon."

  My face turns slightly red with embarrassment.

  Clerivan has been aware of it to some extent since then.

  I feel hot when I pretended I didn’t know anything.

  "At that time, it was important to open the door to my father."

  "I understand, that heart. Gallahan is a valuable talent to read only books."

  After all, Clerivan has eyes to see.

  It’s the first time he ever praised my father in front of me, so I feel better.

  Because it’s already like this, I want to see him join my father’s business in my name in the future.

  But don’t push too hard.

  Clerivan was a talent that you should never miss.

  Is my grandfather’s talent collection wall inherited from me?

  I wanted to make Clerivan my own, even at the moment, so I said, barely calming my simmering heart.

  "Anyway, please pretend you don’t know. I will try not to bother you……"

  I was speaking politely to suit Clerivan’s whims as much as possible.

  Once I had successfully told Clerivan that I was an extraordinary child, it was decided that it was about this point.

  And in the future, I was hoping to show better and better appearances, build trust, and make Clerivan my person.

  But even before I finish speaking, Clerivan’s face is grim and his sound hardens as if it were flying.

  "……Teacher?"

  "Why?"

  Clerivan was disappointed with me.

  "Yeah?"

  "Am I still lacking?"

  "What does that mean…… ."

  "I asked if the ability of this Clerivan Pellet wasn’t in your eyes"

  "No way!"+

  Whatever you are going to do in the future!

  Apart from raising the top of the Pellets, Clerivan’s achievements were beyond description.

  In particular, after he became in charge, the chart at the top of Lombardy rose by drawing an almost straight line.

  At least in commerce, no one can follow Clerivan’s animalistic sense.

  Clerivan, who was looking at me, bites the lower lip slightly as if he was resentful.

  And he said to me in a slightly trembling voice.

  "Please don’t throw me away……"