Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 923



923 – Your Future – 4

Although it seemed like they had prepared for the memorial service and other grand events, the service itself ended without any major fuss.

Even if it is a service to celebrate the birth of a living saint, even if the person conducting the service is the head of a conservative faction within the church, even if each and every one of the attendees is as extravagant as a New Year’s greeting ceremony, after all, the service is a ceremony that should be pious and quiet. If it had been a banquet hall, there would have been chaos due to some scheme.

‘Even the wise man is more self-restrained in church.’

Although the Emperor is present, the wise Duke is in many ways dignified, but surprisingly, he is rather quiet in church.

It’s not because Hyunmyeonggong is faithful. Hyunmyeonggong’s father, who returned to Enen’s side, was faithful, so Hyunmyeonggong and his maternal uncle first met at a church, so he must be restraining himself. If there’s one thing that controls Hyunmyeonggong, it’s his family.

“Cheers! No, Seong Kal! Cheers to the city!”

Of course, it’s ‘somewhat’ quiet, but that doesn’t mean it’s completely quiet.

After the service, the attendees gathered in small groups and chatted about various things. Hyunmyeonggong, who had come up noisily, was far from being polite.

There was no need to feel complicated. Isn’t it normal for Hyunmyeonggong to show such an appearance? If anything, it would have been more frightening if he had shown a quiet and pious appearance.

“Hehehe! If Dad saw this, he’d be so happy! The little one has grown into an adult! And he’s alive!”

Anyway, Hyunmyeonggong, who was laughing heartily, patted my shoulder hard.

To be honest, I think my relationship with Kyung-Geon Gong is a bit distant to be called family, but by today’s standards, we are relatively close. If he were my son-in-law’s nephew, I would meet him during holidays and give him some pocket money.

It is unfortunate that Enen, who loved such a pious man so much, took him to heaven rather early. It is such a pity that he would have been of great help both publicly and privately if he had lived.

“Then I can go and show you.”

That’s why I opened my mouth with a little regret.

“Huh?”

“I will go to the tomb of His Majesty the Venerable in a few days. If a living saint prays, won’t it reach His Majesty the Venerable in heaven?”

Or, instead, Enen, who heard it, would pass it on to the godly man somewhere in heaven.

I believe that if you really think of me as an adult, you would do that much. I’m not asking for a miracle or anything, I’m just asking you to say hello.

“Niece…”

At my words, Hyunmyeonggong blinked blankly and said,

“Our Chokka! Make your words pretty!”

Tried a surprise hug.

I couldn’t push him away because I thought it would feel like I was assaulting a drunk person. Besides, if a drunk person falls down, they end up in the hole.

If the Imperial Duke’s cause of death was ‘falling down and dying after getting drunk on his nephew’, that’s a bit… a lot.

“What the heck! Let’s go with this aunt!”

“No, I’ll sleep─”

But when I received a passionate cheek kiss from Hyunmyeonggong, I seriously considered pushing it away.

This tremendous suction power and strong alcohol smell. As someone who is almost thirty, it was a hardship that was hard to bear. Wherever I go, I am treated well by others. Why is this humiliation being done to Hyunmyeonggong?

‘Where are you going, you punk?’

It was such a miserable sight that the emperor, who was trying to approach me, naturally turned around and retreated.

Don’t go, you cowardly yellow b*stard. If you’re the emperor, drive out the duke with the firm dignity and momentum of an emperor. How can an emperor run away from a duke?

‘I think the situation was like that too.’

Even in situations where he wasn’t the Yellow Emperor, he seemed to have kept some distance from the wise Duke. He wasn’t openly averse to it, but he only had the necessary conversations and face-to-face meetings.

…

‘Was it like that originally?’

Come to think of it, the situation was such that contact with all nobles was kept to a minimum. I don’t think he avoided them because he was a wise man.

But isn’t that the bigger problem? The situation is that he distances himself from all the nobles because of his personal inclinations, but that yellow guy is avoiding the wise man because he is afraid.

‘Rivnoman’s shame.’

Actually, the real figures are already in the afterlife, but they are figures anyway.

Because among all the Livnomans alive today, the only one who can be called a disgrace is that b*stard.

“Sister. I understand that you are happy to have a nephew, but Karl is also a proper head of the household and a Count of the Empire. Wouldn’t it be better to exercise a little self-restraint when there are so many eyes watching?”

‘ah.’

While he was offering up his ball, complaining about the shame of Livnoman, his mother came over and gently comforted him.

“Eeeeek… If you say that, Miss, what can I do…”

Fortunately, he was a weak and wise man to his family, so he nodded obediently and backed down.

It was really fortunate. My uncle happened to be talking to other nobles, so no one could stop Hyeonmyeonggong. Although his reputation had already plummeted into the abyss, he was able to save what little dignity he had left.

‘I’m family too.’

After I got out of the crisis, I felt wronged. I am also a member of the Hyunmyeonggong family, just like my mother, so why don’t they listen to me?

Do you listen to your maternal uncles in order of their closeness to you? So you are weak to your maternal grandfather, grandmother, and mother?

‘That sounds plausible.’

I’m so angry. If only my cousins ​​were just a little closer, I wouldn’t have suffered this humiliation…!

The day after the service, I went to work at the Inspectorate for the first time in a long while.

It’s not that I went there because something came up. Since the guys who are busy working can’t show their faces, wouldn’t it be right for someone with relatively more free time to go?

Even if he is a miracle minister who took a vacation before the launch of the Inspectorate and a superior who temporarily stepped down from his position, he is still a superior in name only. It is misleading for others to see such a superior not sharing the joy and sorrow with his subordinates.

For example, the Inspector General does not trust his subordinates, or his subordinates have lost trust in the minister who is on long-term leave – that’s the kind of misunderstanding.

‘I don’t want to go.’

However, regardless of necessity, going to work for inspection is something that is quite reluctant.

We have to go. We definitely have to go to show off the close relationship between the inspector general and his staff.

But the problem is that it is obvious what will happen and what kind of disaster will occur if we step into the inspection department for that show.

‘…Will it be okay?’

Still, I held on to some hope and pulled myself together.

If it were the days of the Inspectorate, I would be greeted by a 100% crazy scene, but the current Inspectorate is a mixture of talents from the old Inspectorate and the Special Affairs Department. Some of the executives were also from the Special Affairs Department, so the disaster I’m worried about won’t happen.

For a moment, I held a vain hope.

“I see the noble and holy One. I see the saint whom the Lord loves, a mere servant of the Lord.”

Until I saw the crowd welcoming me as I entered the minister’s office.

Until I saw the information officer standing at the very front of the crowd, prostrating himself.

‘This shit.’

I couldn’t help but sigh at the sight, which was more horrifying than seeing people hanging placards and setting off firecrackers.

Yeah, that b*stard from the Information Department was always the problem. Even during the days of the Inspectorate, Eri, the Information Department Director, and the Executive Director were all very active as the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Section Chiefs of the Dogpatch, but if I had to pick the number one, it would be that b*stard.

A destructive move that makes you wonder if there is an extra life that you don’t even know about. A mouth that doesn’t give in under any circumstances. A ferocity that actively uses its strengths – its tongue, looks, and abundant hair – to attack its opponents without discrimination.

If anything bad happened at the Inspectorate, half of it was that kid’s fault. He was on vacation for a bit and forgot the obvious.

‘under.’

First, I looked around the crowd with as much patience as possible.

The atmosphere was exactly halved. Those who sincerely congratulated and worshipped the Holy Sword, and those who questioned whether this action was right. It was halved like this.

I saw a few crazy people who didn’t belong in that group, but I ignored them. If I looked at them now, I would also fall into madness.

‘I believed it.’

I swallowed the sigh that was about to burst out again.

I believed in it. I believed in the common sense and conscience of those from the Special Affairs Bureau. Even if those from the Inspectorate tried to commit crazy acts, I expected that those from the Special Affairs Bureau would act as the final conscience and maintain the balance.

But I was wrong. It wasn’t that I overestimated the people from the Special Affairs Bureau, but I underestimated the madness of the people from the Inspectorate, led by the Deputy Director of Information.

“What the heck is going on?”

“It is a great event for the Empire that an Imperial citizen has become a living adult, and it is a great event for the Inspector General that the Inspector General has been canonized. Shouldn’t all the executives and officials gather to celebrate?”

As soon as he opened his mouth, the information officer used his usual bluff-like technique.

I should have cut off the tongue.

“Although not all the officials are here, all those above the level of section chief are here! For your Excellency, the Minister!”

At those words, I looked at the crowd again.

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The only ones who are prostrating themselves like the information director are the snickering executive director and the expressionless, bitter deputy executive director. The rest are all standing up.

Among them, the chief of the information department, who was staring blankly into space with a blank expression, was quite impressive.

“Chief of Information.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

“The intelligence agency’s sincerity towards this incompetent minister is so touching that I feel like crying.”

The chief of the information agency bowed quietly to my reprimand, which was not a reprimand. As if he was feeling sorry for not being able to prevent this disaster as the direct superior of the deputy chief of information.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t resent the Director of Information, but I didn’t criticize him any further.

Even I couldn’t control that kid perfectly when I was the head of the Inspectorate. It’s cruel to expect the head of the Intelligence Service to do what I couldn’t do.

***

Our dear boss has become an adult.

And he is a living saint. In terms of authority alone, he is a holy being who should be placed next to the Pope and the saints.

It would be right to congratulate your neighbors when they become adults, but if your boss becomes an adult, shouldn’t you celebrate with all your heart? That’s the way of humanity, after all.

That is why, as soon as I heard that our dear boss, Saint Karl, was coming to the Inspectorate, I persuaded the executives. This was something that all executives should celebrate with a devout heart. Since we were busy with work and couldn’t attend the service, we should hold a simple service among ourselves.

‘Huh.’

Of course, this is only a pretext. What I really want is the face of His Excellency the Minister, who can neither get angry nor smile, but squirms.

Of course, you will feel your insides burning. Hatred towards me may bloom and blossom.

‘So what are you going to do?’

What kind of revenge can my boss take on me while he’s on vacation?

Additional work? I already have a lot of work to do, so I can’t take on any more. Disciplinary action? No salary cuts or reports. If I’m on probation, I can rest, so it’s actually better.

In other words, the current situation is one where I can strike unilaterally. Even so, hesitating is the act of a fool.

It’s definitely not because my son said things like, “Why is Daddy coming home at night?”

The subordinates are rolling around like dogs, but it’s not because the boss is on vacation.

‘i envy you.’

Absolutely not…