The effect of the stone thrown by Shananet was great.

  In an instant, a quiet storm swept through the bedroom……

  Only the sound of someone swallowing his breath rang quietly.

  It was that moment.

  Viese screamed like an explosion with a reddened face.

  “What kind of bullshit is that!”


  "Viese!"

  Lulak shouted loudly as if to warn him, but he couldn’t stop the exploding Viese.

  "Are you just realizing what you’re talking about!"

  "Yes, Viese. I know exactly what I’m saying."

  The calm voice of Shananet was more contrasted by the way Viese ran wild.

  "I will take the place for you, who lack the ability. I’m telling you."

  There was a fire in Viese’s eyes once again.

  Viese who was taking strides approached Shananet in a threatening manner and said:

  "I’m not good enough?"

  "Yes, it’s not surprising."1

  "Hey, sister!"

  Viese, who seemed to scream, suddenly smiled in vain and looked up and down at Shananet.

  And he said as if he was dumbfounded.

  “If a woman wants to become the Lord representative, she sure has a degree in her wildest dreams.”2

  “Is it impossible because I am a woman?”


  Shananet made eye contact with Viese, taking half a step forward without losing.

  "Well, then tell me if there’s anything I’m lacking other than that I’m a woman, Viese."

  Viese pecked his mouth as if to refute it at any moment, but no words were heard.

  Instead, his face turned redder than before.

  Until now, Viese had never lost in this kind of argument.

  The name of Lombardy was able to capture anyone in an instant.

  However, it was not Shananet.

  Shananet was also Lombardy.

  Moreover, as Shananet said, Viese was no better than Shananet.

  So instead of answering, Viese was sarcastic again with a red face.

  "At a rate like this, would you ask me to consider you as Lombardy’s successor?"

  But Shananet replied with a nonchalant face.

  "You haven’t realized what I’ve been doing so far."

  It was a word mixed with even a little ridicule.

  "Sister!"

  Viese eventually couldn’t resist and raise his voice again.

  "There is no woman Lord in the Lambrew Empire!"

  "It’s not forbidden under Imperial Law. It’s just a road that no one has walked yet."

  "This……!"

  Viese couldn’t find anything to refute and gritted his teeth.

  It was then.

  Only one thing came to his mind that Viese was better than Shananet.

  It was more of a dagger to Shananet’s heart than any other word.

  "A family where the woman is the owner of the house? How far do you intend to make Lombardy a laughing stock of the aristocracy, as well as being played by a fool like Vestian?"1

  The Patriarch who was listening to the conversation between the two was shocked silently.

  "Hey, that guy!"

  Lulak, who was sitting on the bed, looked around looking for something to throw away to Viese right away.2

  Shananet was silent for a moment.

  Looking at her, Viese grinned triumphantly as he touched the most painful wound.

  "Since when did our Lombardy live with the attention of other nobles?"

  Until Shananet asks calmly in a non-shaking voice.

  "Did the nobles chatter about me? Then say yes. I haven’t done anything wrong, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of. But don’t forget, Viese."

  Shananet’s eyes were filled with unheard-of hostility.

  "You knew about Vestian Schultz’s extramarital affair, but you ignored it and supported him in real estate."

  Viese’s body flinched greatly.

  He didn’t think Shananet would know that.

  Shananet said, staring coldly at such a Viese.

  "If I were the laughing stock of the family, what would you be?"4

  The voice gave Viese the creeps.

  Shananet knew all that and didn’t show it.

  However, deep anger was enough to turn Viese into a weasel in front of the lion.

  Finally, Shananet said, looking up and down at him as Viese did.

  "Lombardy does not play with the nobles of the Empire. We’re a clan that reigns over them. But you seem to have forgotten that."

  Shananet’s figure with a subtle smile was stronger and more beautiful than ever.1

  Viese did not properly refute and looked around.

  Both Lulak and the vassals were looking at Viese with cold eyes.

  The atmosphere was running against him.

  "I don’t have time to deal with this crap right now! I don’t have enough time to do the housework!"

  Viese screamed and tried to escape this moment.

  But a voice that, if not loud, could never be ignored caught up.

  "Viese."

  It was Lulak.

  "Let me ask you this time. What has been the hardest thing you’ve done in the last few days as a landlord instead of me?"

  "Are you doubting my ability, father?"

  As if Viese was too much, he tried to appeal to his emotions, but Lulak didn’t go over.

  "……Viese, you’ve been taking care of your work as an acting patriarch. This means that you should also be responsible for the people who make up Lombardy. So answer me. What you’ve been trying to do as a temporary landlord."

  "It’s……"

  Knowing he couldn’t get out, Viese worked hard on his head.

  Lulak was giving him a chance to answer anyway.

  Then maybe the odds are still there.

  Viese came up with the most plausible answer that came to mind.

  "It seems to me that Lombardy already has enough money. But so far, the family’s businesses have only seemed to focus on being called assets, so we’ve tried to neutralize that."

  "Explain in detail what you mean by neutralization."

  "Lombardy has too many enemies. I think it is a strong bond with other families that makes the aristocracy aristocratic. I tried to make Lombardy a nobleman."

  "So instead of counterfeit checks, you were told to pay attention to the loans of the aristocrats who were close to you?"

  At Lulak’s words, Viese glared at Grodic Bray with sharp eyes.

  "Answer me, Viese."

  "……Yes, that’s right. And I didn’t ignore the counterfeit check at all. I’m just telling him to get the priorities right."1

  Priority

  Lulak sighed quietly.

  Those who don’t know can teach.

  A fool can enlighten.

  "The counterfeit check issue wasn’t serious either!"

  But those who already have the wrong beliefs have no choice.

  Lulak looked at Shananet and asked.

  "What would you have done?"

  "I would immediately have told them to stop issuing existing checks and produce new editions. It would also encourage people with checks that had already been issued to quickly switch to new-shaped checks."

  "For example?"

  "It would be nice to put a small amount of money on the check."

  "Oh."

  The householders vassal family shouted exclaimed.

  In that way, the damage might be minimized.

  But Viese smirked and was sarcastic.

  "That’s not the solution to a counterfeit check, is it? After all, the damage caused by counterfeit checks printed by counterfeiters is inevitable."

  "Then what will you do, Viese?."

  "I wouldn’t cash the check right at the counter. Let’s just wait a week or so until it’s confirmed in the books."

  "That’s not possible."

  Shananet firmly opposed Viese’s words.

  "The Lombardy bank is based on the trust that we can entrust and save the money. But how can people trust a bank that can’t cash in immediately the money it’s entrusted to them."

  "So what do you want me to do? This and that doesn’t work, that doesn’t work either. Then bring me a way to figure out a fake check right there!"

  Viese shouted as if he was dumbfounded.

  It was a counterfeit that even the bank’s employees who looked at the checks every day were fooled.

  To say that it’s his sister.

  Viese smiled leisurely.

  But the smile didn’t last long.

  "There’s a way for me to tell the difference between fake."

  "Lie!"

  Viese shouted right out, but Shananet didn’t look over there.

  She was just waiting for Lulak’s words with a calm face.

  "Is that true, Shananet?"

  "Yes, Father. Now give me a fake and a real check and I can show you right away."

  "……Grodic."

  As soon as Lulak called out his name, Grodic Bray hurriedly pulled out a counterfeit check and a real check from his arms.

  In fact, he brought it in person today to report to Lulak about the counterfeit checks.

  "Here you are, Shananet."

  "Thank you, Lord Bray."

  Shananet, who held a check one by one, looked around and said.

  "And I need a match……"

  "I, I have it!"

  The Lord of Heringa, who is usually a smoker, quickly took a match out of his pocket and scrambled up.

  Then he looked at Shananet for a moment and asked.

  "Do you want me to light it up, Shananet?"+

  "I’d appreciate it even more."

  Shananet told Lulak, while Heringa’s Lord pulled out two matches.

  "Look at the color of the flame burning each check, Father."

  Lulak nodded with a stiff face.

  Finally, Heringa’s owner struck two matches to ignite, then carefully brought them to both ends of the check.

  Huuuurk.

  With a small sound of fire, the check began to burn.