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248 – Barcelona Terror (8)
Naturally, I did not invite Baron Balzac Lembourg Gunther to Barcelona.
Barcelona is also Gibraltar.
If there are two people who are not allowed to set foot in Gibraltar, one is St. Geo Nostrum and the other is Balzac Lembourg Gunther.
It would have been better to give the emperor free access to Gibraltar, but there is no reason to call a man named Balzac Lembourg Gunther here.
In other words, he came without any warning.
‘That’s because the guards still think it’s the Marquis de Barcel.’
If it had been Gibraltar Castle, the guards would have kicked Baron Balzac out.
Because everyone knows how much his father his, the Marquis Crimson, hates him, and they also know his face accurately.
Could it be that, unlike before, he looked so haggard and dying that I couldn’t recognize him?
That said, he crawled into Barcelona wearing the emblem of Gunther Lembourg on his clothes.
Why on earth?
‘I only drank alcohol yesterday.’
I tried to get information from the bar he suddenly entered, but he just drank quietly.
I remember that the alcohol wasn’t that strong, but he drank so much that the old butler who followed him helped him and headed to a shabby inn.
I felt a sense of déjà vu as I felt like I was seeing Nostrum’s fallen nobles, unable to withstand the empire’s capital and technology after the fall of the kingdom, and whose family was on the verge of ruin.
‘Most of them failed.’
They say that even if a rich person goes bankrupt, it will last for three years.
There were countless families that failed more than three years earlier.
Some families went bankrupt trying to pay compensation due to a member of the family serving in the revolutionary army, and there were many cases where they foolishly accepted imperial companies and ended up going bankrupt due to incorrectly written contracts.
There were also cases where some people squandered their money by becoming absorbed in the entertainment venues I had opened, private gambling, and the entertainment of the empire.
In the first place, when the imperial Thaler came in and the Thaler became the common currency, gold became trash.
‘It was only then that everyone found out. Most of the gold coins they kept precious in their safes were counterfeit currency.’
Still, it’s gold.
I thought so and tried to sell it as gold, but it wasn’t gold.
There were cases where gem appraisers were killed, claiming that the verification must have been incorrect, and there was also a person who committed suicide after discovering that more copper than gold was found in the place where he was caught while trying to secretly melt down gold coins.
What did most of the nobles who went bankrupt do?
Did he accept death obediently?
Did they recognize that they were now inferior to the residents they had urged to pay taxes, and that they had nothing to boast about except that they had a high status in the past?
It was not acknowledged.
There were some who acknowledged their changes and made a living by using their writing skills to translate for imperialists, but most tried to live an easy life.
Just like the current Baron Balzac Lembourg Gunther.
“Governor!! I am your maternal grandfather!!”
Bang bang bang.
A harsh knocking sound is heard from outside the door of the Government General’s office, and the characteristic screeching sound of an old man with weak vocal cords comes through the crack in the door.
“…”
Everyone gathered in the office is looking at me.
It was the regular morning meeting time, so we were going to gather senior executives among the imperial administrators and proceed with seven agenda items, but the meeting was naturally stopped due to noise coming from outside.
“Look, Baron. For now…”
“Let go! Do you know who I am!”
“I know, but I didn’t say I was in a meeting!”
“You b*stard! I am the Baron! What are you trying to mess with!”
“Wow, really…!”
The knight blocked the entrance shouted as softly as he could get his attention, but Baron Balzac instead started shouting loudly and going crazy.
“Master.”
Sir Carlos played with the sword on his waist with a serious expression.
“If you use that ledger, you can be accused of corruption and embezzlement. If you are serious about it, I will do it.”
“You?”
“As someone who has been to Lembury Camp, it was an environment sufficient to discover the ledger of corruption.”
Sir Carlos has no record of corruption.
The ledger is in Morgania, and Naria is holding and shaking it to extort a huge amount of money from Baron Gunther of Lembourg.
Such as management and post-event response to the bereaved families of those who died in the Battle of Territory, payment of compensation for them, reconstruction of Lembury Station, or compensation for the burned down imperial train.
Isn’t that far-fetched?
All responsibility for Lembourg lies with Baron Gunther of Lembourg, and of course that person is Baron Balzac.
The compensation may be considered excessive, and in fact, even if all of Lembourg Gunter’s assets are sold, it will not be possible to repay the entire amount.
De facto punishment.
The judgment of the next Queen Naria Geo Nostrum, who tells her to die paying compensation until she dies.
From that judgment, Baron Balzac came to him, saying he would grab his lifeline.
“I can’t touch him because he’s a noble, and I can’t touch him because he’s my maternal grandfather. Hmm.”
Perhaps the reason he could not stop that man was because of his shouting and bravado his, which is why he got this far.
“The meeting will be suspended for a moment. Sir Carlos, please open the door.”
“We…”
“Stay the same.”
After naturally making the imperial administrators who were about to get up from their seats sit down, I crossed my legs at the head of the table and leisurely leaned back in my chair.
Grumbling.
As soon as the door opened, Baron Balzac came inside.
When he saw me in front of him, his eyes came alive, but he was immediately started by the uniformed administrators sitting to my left and right.
“I am very embarrassed that you came without warning. Baron Balzac Lembourg Gunther.”
“…”
“I think this is enough to convey my message for now.”
Baron Balzac is not a man without sense.
He has survived until now with just one instinct, and in the process, he has sometimes thrown away his pride or bowed his head.
“His Excellency his the Governor of Gray Gibraltar.”
If it’s for wealth and power.
“Please, help this old man.”
“Gasp…!”
“…”
He is the one who can kneel like that in front of the people of the empire, in front of other nobles, and even to his only grandson with whom he has not even had a proper relationship.
“Do, master.”
Sir Carlos is embarrassed and doesn’t know what to do, and the administrators sitting on the chairs just roll their eyes left and right with their eyes fixed on the documents in front of them.
“…”
Only I leisurely hold a teacup and drink tea.
Not only was he kneeling, he was also lying face down with his head facing the ground, so other people couldn’t see him, but I could clearly see the expression underneath the empty top of his head.
Humiliation, anger, sadness, despair.
But if only we could overcome the crisis of this moment.
If only I could come back and take power again.
So if he can later take revenge on those who ignore and laugh at his downfall.
‘I saw it a lot.’
Guardian of Nostrum, Gibraltar.
I was at the forefront of the imperial army that destroyed the kingdom, but many nobles at least said that when they came to me like this.
“Baron Balzac Lembourg Gunther. You are a man loyal to His Majesty the King. Why doesn’t he go to His Majesty the King and ask for help?”
“I was foolish. Blinded by greed, I misjudged which path was truly for Nostrum.”
Denial of the past.
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“I am trying to correct my mistakes even now. But all I have left is my old body. All the nobles who were close to me have turned away and left. Even Gasol is leaving one by one.”
“…”
Since the cash in the safe would have been largely empty due to the purchase of the inspection unit, there would have been no funds to help and no intention to help.
In order to repay the compensation, Gasol would not be paid on time or would be paid less and told to ‘hang on a little longer’, so Gasol would have run away rather than leaving.
“I was blinded by a moment of bad choice and was unable to properly see her daughter’s face for nearly 20 years.”
Where are you telling such a blatant lie?
Who was it that called her mother to the kingdom nine years ago?
Even if we didn’t meet her in person at that time, it’s true that we had contact her at that time.
“Please give yourself a chance…”
“Did you say it was an opportunity?”
“…!”
Baron Balzac raises his head.
“It’s an opportunity. Hmm. I see.”
I try to hide my expression as much as possible, but I always see the same expression on the people who come to visit me.
“I cannot give you cash. That is embezzlement. I cannot give you property. The assets of the Government General are not my personal assets, and my only asset is this teacup.”
“What is that… !”
“That is true. My home is over there in Gibraltar, and I pay for the use of the Governor-General’s residence out of my salary.”
We actually do that, but why bother mentioning it?
“Money… “
“I don’t have one. I’m still 19 years old, and I have the duty to manage the Government General, but I’m still leaving the money-related part to my parents.”
“…”
“Yes. As some people said, I am still a child.”
Sir Carlos, standing in front of the door, bit his lower lip hard and his body trembled.
“But I think I can give you at least some help.”
“W-what…!”
“Among the areas managed by the Government General, there are areas for which the development rights have not been transferred yet. To be precise, it is presumed that there are gold mines, but Barcelona currently does not have the capacity to manage them. Since There is always a shortage of manpower, they also stayed up all night and stayed here.”
I pointed with both hands at the administrators.
“For a moment, let’s discuss an urgent matter. How is the gold mine in Area C7 progressing now?”
“Miners from nearby villages are digging randomly. A supervisor is dispatched, but unlike other districts, there are no personnel from outside, so the village itself digs for gold and delivers the production to the Government General.”
“I see.”
A light seemed to slowly come into Baron Balzac’s eyes.
“I will transfer the development rights for the area to Baron Balzac Lembourg Gunther. The administrator will draw up the contract immediately.”
“Well, the payment for the contract is…”
“Stand by the same standards as everyone else.”
I emptied the Somnus glass.
“For the first and last time, I will offer you a privilege for your bloodline.”
“Governor…!”
“Administrator, take the contract and bring it to the Baron. Baron Balzac. I’m sorry, but the meeting isn’t over yet.”
I pointed to the documents piled up on the conference desk.
“Now, would you please leave?”
“…!”
Instantaneous facial expression change.
The look in his eyes that says he can’t even stop ‘merely’ for his own sake.
But to me, even the time lost like this is not worth it.
“…Next time, again. Thank you, Governor.”
Baron Balzac stood up, straightened his back, bowed his head slightly, and walked away.
Squeak.
After the door closes.
“…Anyway.”
I uncrossed my legs and straightened my posture again.
“When I get home, I’ll hear something from my father.”
Outside the door, an old man walking down the hallway stopped for a moment, but then started walking forward again, as if he didn’t show it.
“Hey, master.”
“Why are you doing this, Sir Carlos?”
“Isn’t there that village? Area C7.”
“Yes.”
“…Isn’t that the ‘Miner’s Grave’?”
“…”
Even though it was a gold mine, none of those who came to the auction purchased the development rights.
“A grave is a grave. There is only one person who died after being crushed by a fallen stone every month.”
The name of the village is Sarcophagus.
Although it has the name ‘sarcophagus’, no one can deny the name of the village.
“A thirsty person should dig a well himself, and shouldn’t a person who needs gold dig a well himself?”
“And then… Ugh. “What if you die?”
“If you die, it’s fate.”
I held up an empty teacup.
“If you treat a blood-related duty as a preferential treatment by giving away a gold mine with nothing, then that’s it.”
“Master…”
“I did not help Baron Balzac Lembourg Gunther.”
I had no intention of helping.
“I took care of him first before he turned around and went to Gibraltar Castle. Even if he died, he would have to die digging alone. If he was killed by the Crimson Marquis, the aftermath wouldn’t be much of a bother.”
“…”
“It is natural for the person who sees the trash to clean it up first. That is why there are trash cans everywhere at Orosol Academy.”
I just put away one invoice.
“Even if you die, you should die a natural death. Why should an immoral murder by parricide occur?”