How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 33



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Episode 33. Successor Training (1).

“I?”

If we comprehensively cover the contents written in the report, it was about creating a ghost top and distributing new items to get feedback on the prototype.

Kael’s words, “Do it yourself” ultimately meant that Mabel herself should create and run the top.

Of course, I have worked at a company before. But I was just an ordinary office worker who had nothing to do with running or managing a company.

I’m talking about an ordinary, ordinary office worker who does what he’s told to do and gets scolded for doing what he’s told to do.

Mabel was going crazy and jumping for joy as she looked into those calm purple eyes, unlike her own pupils that were shaking as if an earthquake had occurred.

“Yeah. You.”

“really?”

“I heard you took a class about the top.”

Class? I did listen.

How many Damier shops are there in this empire? How far apart are they? What are their main items for sale? What is their estimated profit?

Those who have used the Damie top for a long time or those who are interested in it will of course know this. It is a class close to ‘basic common sense’ that has nothing to do with management!

“What should I do?!”

“You can do it.”

If someone else had heard it, they might have said it was talent, but Mabel, who knew his true identity, thought differently.

‘I, a writer, was reincarnated and tried to do business, and it wasn’t that big of a deal.’

Even if you live to the full 100 years, you’ve probably been reincarnated 10 times. How could your abilities be the same when you’re reincarnated for the first time?

“I wrote down in your report how to operate it. Use it as a guideline.”

Mabel quickly flipped through the report that came back to her.

Next to his own large, crooked handwriting in black ink was a smaller, neater handwriting in deep purple ink.

“The ghost boss is likely to get caught anyway.”

“It’s early, but it’s not unreasonable for someone to be educated as a successor at the age of 8, so I recommend that they work under the pretext of training as a successor.”

“Recently, the cleaning products on the Damie top are trending among both commoners and nobles. I became interested in them and expressed my opinion. I will put it into practice.”

You don’t need to make the top.

Even if others wondered why Damie suddenly created a new, and even a cleaning product, at the top, it would be an excuse that they could doubt but not be certain that it was just a ‘try it once’, just as Kael had said, to educate the successor of his adopted daughter who had a different opinion, following the trend.

Mabel, who had noticed this, quickly turned the page to find the purple writing.

“Since it was made by a child, it is difficult to show off or sell quickly, so it is okay to give it away as a prototype.”

“However, in order to prevent unnecessary situations in the future, it is necessary to show that you are participating in the production process, and you need paperwork with your opinions and documents that you have personally processed.”

Only after reading that far did Mabel truly understand what Kael had asked her to do.

“… If you say it like this from the beginning, what’s the harm?”

Her lips were pursed. Unlike her voice, which was filled with discontent, Mabel’s expression was ‘relief’ itself.

“Then what should I do first?”

At the question that followed naturally, Kael slightly raised one eyebrow.

“That’s up to you. I’ll just give you what you ask for.”

“You know… there’s not much left?”

Mabel, who was about to say the word disaster, barely managed to omit the word when she realized that she and Kael were not the only ones in the restaurant.

“As I said before, I have no intention of doing anything more than this. I am just giving you a chance. Whether you take this chance or let it go, it is your choice.”

If you can’t speak…

“If you have any questions, ask Hugo. If you ask him to find the information you need, he will find it for you.”

With those words, Kael said he was busy and would get up first, and left Mabel alone and headed out of the restaurant.

In the restaurant, the two of them were talking about something. Chef Shap and Lily, who were curious, were the only ones standing by Mabel’s side.

In a situation where she was not alone, but felt like she was left alone, Mabel picked up the cookie with the head missing from the plate, put it in her mouth, chewed it thoroughly, swallowed it, and even drank all the juice.

Mabel wiped her mouth and put down her empty cup with a ‘thud’ sound. She jumped up from her seat and shouted.

“Is this how it comes out? Great. Very good! Let’s try it!”

A desperate cry, like that of a commander facing the enemy, resonated loudly throughout the restaurant.

* * *

The servants of the Damie family, who greeted the bright morning, had long ago learned that Kael and Mabel had breakfast together, and they were all going about their daily routine with brighter expressions than usual, saying, “The young lady’s seclusion is over!”

“Hey!!! Can you prepare me some sweet dessert and coffee?”

“Instead of coffee that goes well with sweet desserts, I’ll prepare a refreshing and sweet-and-sour fruit juice.”

“That’s good too!”

Mabel asked Chef Shap for her snack before leaving the restaurant and ran out of the restaurant naked.

Next, Mabel went to Kael’s office. ‘Knock knock, knock knock!’ After knocking on the door with a loud rhythm, Mabel went into the office and approached Hugo without even looking at Kael.

“Hugo. Please prepare the soap recipe and the materials for making soap at the top of Damier. I’d also like the materials for making the mold.”

“Yes. Is there anything else you need?”

Mabel hesitated for a moment at Hugo’s question, then said, “Ah!” and asked.

“I heard that Damier also handles oil. Is that true?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Then I’ll ask you for those oils by type. In the past three months. Also, documents that record the sales volume and main customer base for each oil!”

“Please wait a moment and I will find the documents for you right away.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

While Hugo was looking for papers, Mabel turned her head to Kael, who was sitting at his desk in the office.

“Kael!”

“Even if you speak quietly, I can hear everything.”

“The flowers in the garden. Can I use them?”

“Don’t break it with your hands like an ignorant fool, ask a gardener to do it for you.”

When Mabel first came, the garden, which had been overgrown with weeds and rabbit grass due to lack of care, underwent major renovations, and now had a variety of flowers and trees managed by a proper gardener.

There were also flowers with thorns on the stems, like roses, so Mabel’s fighting spirit, which had been rising high and mighty, seemed to have subsided a little as she thought that even if she spoke like that, she was worried about herself. Then, Kael continued speaking.

“Gardening costs a lot of money, so don’t make a mess of it.”

As if telling her not to make a serious mistake, Mabel puffed out her cheeks at the firm voice of Kael. Soon, she pushed it into the palm of her hand.

I thought it was a big deal because this guy’s cheeks and lips move by instinct, not by the brain.

“Miss, here is the document you were looking for, containing information on sales by oil and major customer base for the past three months. I thought you might also need documents related to soap, so I brought them here as well.”

Mabel accepted the documents with a word of thanks and headed out of the office, as Hugo promised to bring the rest of the items to her room.

“Kael!”

Before the door closes.

Mabel called to Kael again, and his gaze lifted from the papers.

Dark purple eyes.

Those eyes met with clear purple eyes.

“Just wait and see! I’ll make some really great soap!”

Mabel, who had made such boasts, closed the door to her office, and Hugo opened his mouth while looking at the closed door.

“If you, young lady, ask me for any items or documents related to the upper class, I will give you whatever it is you ask for, but what exactly do you intend to do, young lady?”

“I heard you wanted to make a new soap.”

“Soap… you mean?”

Hugo asked curiously.

Why on earth does the young lady want to make soap?

“Yeah. I heard somewhere that things like soap and disinfectants are trendy these days. I heard that they want to make a new soap.”

“okay.”

If the master he serves says so, then so be it. But Hugo felt a strange sense of unease somewhere.

But that feeling of uneasiness only lasted for a moment.

He remembered that there were many servants in the Damie household who would tell the young lady, who rarely went out, about the trends and news outside, and he agreed with his master’s words.

After the acceptance, one question naturally follows.

“Then was the reason you fought with the young lady recently because of the soap?”

“…okay.”

“That report you wrote, miss…?”

“… I think you’re right. Now, I think it would be better to bring Mabel the things she said she needed.”

Hugo was still shocked by the fact that the reason his master and his mistress had been fighting and causing such a fuss was simply because of ‘soap’, to the point where he couldn’t help but question the answers that were coming out a little late.

The master… quarreled with that young lady over a little soap…?

Soap was at the center of such a serious atmosphere?

Hugo was mumbling ‘Soap… just for soap…’ until Kael used magic to force him out of the office.

Hugo, who came to his senses belatedly, soon visited the Damier Chamber of Commerce in the capital and brought back the confidential book containing the soap making method that Mabel had requested, along with the soap making materials, molds, and oils of each type, and gave them to Mabel.

While he was upstairs, he asked the gardener to bring him some flowers. Mabel was literally dismantling the colorful flowers in her room, laying them out on the floor.

“miss?”

“Huh? Ah! Just put the things you brought on the desk!”

“What the heck is this….”

Mabel sat on the floor, looking up at Hugo, holding the stem of a rose that had been trimmed by the gardener to make a thornless, lush rose, with all its petals torn off and only the stamens left.

Mabel noticed that his gaze was alternately looking between the petals that were separated and gathered together and the stem in her hand, so she smiled awkwardly and quietly hid the withered stem behind her back.

“Is the room a bit of a mess?”

“Where did Lily go?”

“Come get my snack!”

“Oh my, butler?”

Lily returned with a tray of snacks that Mabel had asked Chef Shap for, and the view inside the room that had been obscured by Hugo came into view.

“miss…?”

It only took a moment for Lily’s expression to become identical to Hugo’s.