I Became the illegitimate son of a duke - I Became the illegitimate son of a duke chapter 101

101 – Turmoil (1) (Correction)

[What happened?]

[Uh… That’s… Yeah… Thank you…]

“Then… Let’s start the second lesson…”

‘aaa…’

Even now, when I think about what happened yesterday, my face heats up and my breathing quickens involuntarily, making it very difficult to stand still.

I had no choice but to hold his hand… I later found out that it was the first time in my life that I held a man’s hand. He’s held his father’s hand with several elderly people, but that’s technically a different story.

“Then… First, let’s briefly review yesterday’s cleanliness and hygiene…”

Work, for now… Let’s focus on the lecture.

I fix my eyes on the students in front of me, and I keep thinking only about the lecture, temporarily erasing the things about His Majesty.

Whoa… Ok, that’s better now.

…………

“…? Leclerc.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“The land ledger outside Dijon and the price of buildings in Dijon look a little strange. Do you have any related data?”

“Um, I’m sorry to say that, but as far as I know, there is none. I will write related materials immediately.”

“Yes, please.”

Since the opening of the University of Dijon, the price of houses in Dijon and nearby land has risen significantly.

As for the staff who will work at the university, the accommodations for the students and their attendants and servants, the demand has skyrocketed, and supply is limited, so it’s a natural result.

In anticipation of such a result, a large number of unused buildings and parts of the former palace were converted into dormitories, but it seems that the castle did not meet the standards of the aristocratic youngsters who would work at the university.

‘But even considering that, the price is strange.’

No matter how much aristocratic youngsters want spacious and luxurious lodgings, if that’s the case, there’s no way the prices for ordinary lodgings have risen so much.

It looks like someone deliberately raised the price. I can smell the operational forces.

However, a question arises here.

No matter how much you want to raise the price, if you don’t have the capital to back it up, you wouldn’t dare to do something like this?

‘Is there anyone in Dijon with that much capital?’

Dijon has been a city where the power of the duchy of Burgon has been overwhelmingly strong since ancient times. It was the capital of the Duchy of Burgon, the predecessor of the Kingdom of Rotaling, so of course.

It has been a long time since my ancestors destroyed a force strong enough to shake the order of Dijon.

That means there is a high probability that the guys who did this are either from outside the country or are businessmen who recently made a lot of money in foreign trade.

It’s not even the size of a simple one. If found, property confiscation is unconditional.

Hmm… I won’t be able to find out until I investigate anything related to Leclerc, so I wonder if I’m doing something else first.

“As expected, there are a lot of minor accidents since it is the first time that a university has been run.”

I put aside the report showing the prices of buildings in and around Dijon, and next to it I lift up the report on all the accidents that happened at the university during the past five days.

It is normal for professors to make mistakes due to immaturity in lectures, and there are many aristocratic youngsters who show their status in the classroom and take advantage, or live as they want to, so they make a lot of noise during lectures.

‘Still, that’s a bit of aegyo.’

The most serious of these is the act of ridiculing my decree itself to evaluate the assignment of government posts based on college graduation and grades at university.

Thanks to Leclerc expelling the guy who insulted the edict on the second day as an example, the level of such behavior has gone down considerably, but it hasn’t completely disappeared and still exists, albeit in small ways.

Sew, I didn’t expect that there would be no backlash since the feudal order was fully established, but it’s so complicated to face it like this.

The most speculative thing is that the lower nobles, who will receive that benefit more than anyone else, talk like that and look down on the commoners.

Whew, as long as I’m alive, there’s no way this culture will disappear.

Smart –

“Come in.”

“Excuse me…”

Then, Jeanne quietly opens the door of her office and enters.

Is it because I haven’t seen you for the last 5 days and it’s been a while since I’ve seen you? The atmosphere has changed a lot.

How can I say it, in the past I only had a strong feeling of following me blindly, but now I feel like I’m not blindly following me, but rather support and follow me.

So, the feeling of being treated like a treasure that was hidden in one’s arms for fear of someone stealing it has now become the feeling of being treated as a noble treasure that is too sacred to be touched.

What is this all of a sudden?

“I’m going to report to the Holy Son what happened at the university during the 5 days, is that okay?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. But why did you come now? Ah, I’m not blaming Jeanne, I’m just curious.”

It is very different from Jeanne until now.

If it was Jeanne I remember, she would have tried to contact me every day under the pretext of reporting what happened that day. Why didn’t she do it with the best possible cause?

“That’s…Because the saint was resting.”

“A break?”

“Yes, according to the time law defined by the Holy Son, the time when the university ends is 4:00 PM, but the Holy Son leaves work at 3:00 PM, so I did not have a chance to see the Holy Son no matter how quickly the class ended. I thought it was not polite to say work-related things to the saint who was resting, so I came to visit him on a day when there are no classes.”

…Ah.

Could it be that the reason was me?

Certainly, I used to work until just before sunset, but these days, the bureaucracy improved by Luca has taken its place, and Claudia and Liliane were born, so I handed over all miscellaneous tasks to the bureaucrats and started early. I was on my way to work.

Jeanne didn’t see me in the morning because she was going to college, and in the afternoon I couldn’t see her because I had already left work. Even if I met her at the palace as a maid, I was already off work and resting, so Jeanne wouldn’t mention anything about work.

So Jeanne spent 5 days without a break, and finally, when there were no classes, she posted a report.

Somehow, even if I run into them at the palace, they just accompany me, but they don’t talk about what happened at university.

“Why didn’t you upload it as a report?”

“That… I’m a bit ashamed to say it, but I wanted to report it verbally while facing the saint in person…”

“…Yes.”

It’s Jeanne’s fault, but it’s too much of a burden to point out.

First of all, the purpose of posting a report is the same, and there is a perception that it is more polite to post a report face-to-face rather than reporting in a few lines, and there is also a reason that I have left work. It wasn’t even a busy report.

Above all, Jeanne received my seed. She says that a woman wants to see the one she loves, but scolding her is a very good thing.

Write…

“Keuheum, Jeanne. From now on, even if I’m on a break, if it’s an urgent reason, you can report it.”

“Yes, saint.”

“Tell me anyway. What happened in college?”

After my words are over, Jeanne begins to explain the things that happened at the university one by one.

Jeanne’s words accumulated over the course of five days, such as having frequent debates as previously commanded, inducing godly and healthy theological development through endless discussions, and becoming friendly with some students and clergymen who had similar values among them. It was long.

There was quite a bit of feeling that she was forced to drag her words out in the middle, but since Jeanne was very happy with her conversation with me after a long time, she decided to close her eyes.

“Oh, and I introduced myself as Jeanne de Bourgon to the people at the university.”

“Really? Jeanne de Bourgon—what?”

About an hour passed by like that, she let out a bombshell remark in surprise as if Jeanne suddenly remembered her.

Called? Are you sleeping?

No, your last name… Is not.

“That… I’m married to a saint too, right? Her wife has to take her husband’s last name… hehehe…”

“…”

What Jeanne said is only half true.

Here, when married, her wife changes her surname to follow her husband’s, but … Strictly speaking, Jeanne and I are not married.

Of course, I consider Jeanne to be her wife, but others don’t see it that way at all. Same goes for Chloe.

‘…f*cked up.’

The Burgon family is very widespread in the kingdom of Rotaring.

The Burgon family, which had ruled the Burgon duchy for hundreds of years, succeeded in replacing the local lords with their own family successively, which raised the family’s status, but also resulted in being swayed by the family’s public opinion. Made it

In a situation like this, what would happen if Jeanne’s words ended up in their ears?

Kung kung kung!

“…Come in.”

“Your Majesty! I’m begging and clinging to it, but I can’t help it.”