I Shall Master This Family's
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Chapter 11

Is it just my feeling that Clerivan's expression of clearing wood debris from his clothes looks so happy?

There are still moments in class.

All the children, including me, were so busy looking at the log in front and Clerivan in turn.

"Sold it?"

Belsach was the first to break the silence.

The man sitting hung on the chair he had laid out all over the classroom made an impression and asked.

"Yes, yeah. This job is to sell this logs and get the money."

Clerivan's smile remained unchanged.

"You can use any method to sell goods. You can cut down or split this tree, or burn it if necessary."

So, in short, you just need to sell it, regardless of the way and method.

"Hmmm……."

It's the same for me that I can't remember anything special.

As Clerivan said, it was just a log and did not seem to have a special angle.

It is wood from a light tree, but you will not be able to lift it and move it alone.

In addition, such trees are so common that they can be sold to anyone who needs firewood the most.

That's when I wondered what to do.

"However, you should not use your position. You can only sell this tree to people who need it."

"haa."

A small******** came right next to me on the last condition Clerivan had.

It was Mayron and Gilliu.

The two men sighed with their eyes lowered as if they were deeply sorry.

What, what are you thinking.

As I looked at them with a suspicious look, Larane, who was silently listening to Clerivan's words, carefully raised her hand.

"There … ."

"Yes, Larane, please tell me."

“Thank yourself...., do I have to take it?”

Perhaps nervous to ask a question, his white face flushed red.

“Don't worry about that. This is just a sample, and it will already be delivered one by one to your place. ”

"Ah, that's good."

Perhaps she was worried about having to leave with that heavy whimper, or because hearing her answer, Larane smiled, and a beautiful dimple fell onto her cheek.

"I don't like it."

I admired Larane, who was beautiful like a lily, and I heard an uneven voice.1

You can know who you are without having to look there.

It was Belsach's fat voice.

"Why should I do that?"

The man was also a fool, as expected.

His mouth was still smiling, but the laughter disappeared from Clerivan's eyes.

"What's up, Belsach?"

"Selling things like that. Why should I do such things?"

"Why do you think it's just for the people downstairs?"

"My mom said it. Bad deal with money."[1]

It was such a calm word that I smiled.

Seral, a native of Angenas, a second-rate family in Lambrew Kingdom, is truly 'aristocratic'.

In fact, there used to be times when direct money transactions and obsession with money were considered non-aristocrats.

But it's all old days too.

The nobles were surprised by the emergence of Lombardy which began as a trade and controlled everything with the power of money.

Realizing the power of one or two assets, they put up a ring with the money they used to sleep on or actively put up the top and jump into the trade.

That's why the Angelas family, which survived to the end, created Durak and reached the room textile market.

I remember the last time Durak visited the mansion to seek Lombardy's help.

But Belsach, a descendant of Angenas, made such a relaxed sound.

"Then it's inevitable."

Clerivan said that was unfortunate.

"I had no choice but to give Belsach a failed point for this task."

"failed?"

Belsach's face, muttering the word 'pont of failure' for a moment, quickly flushed.

"Why did I fail?"

"There's no way to do anything. This task was to sell the goods, but Belsach refused to do so, so I must consider it a failure."

“Then it's okay for teachers to change assignments! The problem is that the task was stupid from the start! ”

"Is so. Okay." Okay."

That'sthat's all.

Clerivan is not angry or trying to make Belsach understand.

He just turned around and said to us except for Belsach.

"You can earn money from selling tree trunks, and the person who makes the most money gets the reward, so please work hard."

Finally, Belsach, who was completely ostracized, groaned.

'BOMAN!'

He opened the door and left.

That doesn't mean anyone cares.

I went a little closer and saw the tree.

"Hm."

I wondered if there was something I missed, but it was really a regular tree trunk.

Clerivan said we could use any method.

I crouched down in front of the tree, pierced the rough shell and started to twist my head violently.

Tree. Where can I use the tree?

It is clear that I will not receive a few cents even if I try to sell it as is.

If so, it means you have to process it.

As I thought about it, there was a memory flashing in my head.

Oh, there's that guy.

The one who would make this raw wood was reborn as an artifact.

The man is now in Lombardy.

* * *

The room that my dad and I used was more like an apartment than a 'room'.

There is only one entrance to this place, but there are four rooms connected to the space used as a living room and other rooms.

Compared to where my father's other brothers lived, it looked much smaller, but it was the perfect size for us.

If my dad hadn't messed with the books all over the living room like today.

When I came out of the room, I was amazed at the messy living room, and I stood far away, but my father could not see me because he was immersed in what he was doing.

Careful not to step on the book on the floor, I went over to my father's side and saw him draw something hard.

"Dad ...?"

"Oh, is Tia coming?"

Hearing my voice, my father raised his head and smiled brightly.

"Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not busy."

As my father said, he ignored what he drew and kept it.

Even your daughter may be a little annoying if it bothers you with what you are focusing on.

Instead, my father hugged me tightly.

"Actually, I have a request for my father."

"Oh, Tia I asked for help. I'll listen to anything."

"That's her. Please describe."

"Iwatching?"

Dad tilted his head.

"Yes, what kind of picture do you want to draw? A flower? A tree? Or a funny animal?"

"The face of grandma."

What I asked for was quite embarrassing, my father blinked silently.

"Yes, I wonder what Grandma looks like."

My grandmother died a few years before I was born.

I saw the picture in the portrait left behind, but that's all...

If you know my curious thoughts, I picked up another sketchbook, which my father pushed back even though he was scratching his cheek.

"Well.... The last time I saw him was a long time ago. I don't remember well."

While saying so, my father's hand moved quickly.

Without hesitation a few times, the pencil in his hand moved like it was dancing on white paper.

I quietly sat down next to my father and watched him.

There was only a crackling sound in the living room.

"Oh, here we go"

"Wow!"

That's not a fake cheer.

When I saw the finished painting, admiration flowed without my knowledge.

The grandmother my father remembered was smiling kindly.

There were a few light wrinkles around the eyes, and the tail went down, similar to my father's.

Although drawn only with a black line, I could feel the love for his son in both eyes.

"My mom is a very friendly person."

Those words blurred as if I missed my father.

Then he stroked the edge of the paper a few times with his thumb, then carefully took out a piece of paper and gave it to me.

"But why did you suddenly ask me to draw a picture of grandma, Tia?"

"Well, I got someone to show it to."

"WHO?"

My father seemed to want to ask more, but I rolled up a piece of paper in one hand and jumped down from the chair.

"I'll come after playing outside for a while. I'll be back!"

"Huh? Out there?"

My father, who looked embarrassed for a moment, shouted behind my head as he opened the door and ran out.

"Please play carefully so as not to fall!"

I didn't fall, dad. How old am I!

* * *

Actually, does my father have the ability to read the future?

Tuk.

"Aah!"

I came out of the main building where I was living and headed to my destination excitedly, but my leg got stuck in the beak of the stone.

"Hi!"

The seven-year-old was able to squeeze out as much strength and balance as he could and was able to press him to the ground with his other leg and not fall off, he said, but the pocket he tied around his waist fell to the ground.

Oh, my snack bag.

I could see a piece of candy coming out of an open bag.

It was rolling around on the floor, but luckily there was not much dirt.

I immediately picked it up and blew it.

No one saw it, but how?

After making sure that there was no visible dirt on the surface, I threw it in my mouth.

"Hi!"

Looking at the side of the sound, two small heads fell far behind the wall.

It was a familiar head.

"Get out."

Even though I talked to them, it was still without an answer.

"Gilliu, Mayron."

When I called out their names, the twins procrastinated and approached me.

However, the facial expressions of the two were strange.

Gilliu looked at me, and Mayron looked agitated.

"You ate what fell on the ground." 1

"It is said that what falls to the ground must be thrown away."

Oh, you saw it.

"Why, what. Why are you doing that?"

I was so embarrassed to know eating candy that fell on the ground, but I decided to be confident.

"You're gonna die, Tia."

"Let's go to Dr. O'Malley, Tia."

The twins grabbed my arms one by one and tried to pull me.

"Someone can die for it?."

Distract.

"Why are you two after me?"

Topics are diverted before biting more ponytails.

"Well, that's ..."

Fortunately, the twins suddenly became silent and kept their mouths shut.

"If you don't have anything to say, I'll go. See you soon."

No time to waste time like this here.

I'm busy on my way.

Turning around, Mayron said urgently to me.

"We want to go together!"

"Do you know where I'm going?"

"I don't know, but it'll be fun!"

"Really! Because Tia's fun!"

Are they feeding me now?

I thought about it for a while, but I can see one thing for sure.

They're not people who won't follow when I say don't follow me.

"Then, be quiet so as not to disturb. I'm busy."

"okay!"

"I'll shut up!"

The twins who nodded while laughing with identical faces were quite cute.

I have seen sprouts in my beauty since I was a child. You're both.

And I started moving back to where I should be.

I said walk fast by my side, but her legs are still too short, so she can't be as fast as she feels.

"But where are we going now?"

The one who asked me was Gilliu, who was walking leisurely like he was taking a walk.

"Come and see, I know."

It hard.

Fortunately, the person I was looking for was not far away.

Among the buildings of the enormous Lombardy mansion, this is the most secluded, but the most vibrant.

A very small town with houses with a completely different atmosphere from the main building we live in.

"Wow, whoa! Where is this?"

"I didn't know there was such a place in the mansion!"

The twins could not sit still and looked around and said.

"This is the home of Lombardy's permanent employees and their families."

I triumphantly explained by wiping the sweat off my chin.

Now all I have to do is ask and find him.

A genius sculptor who bloomed late at the age of 30.

An artist from Lombardy who later sculpted the Emperor.

Alpheo Jean, now 16 years old, is somewhere.

Glossary :

[1]. Bad means dealing directly with money, rich trading for example. They think they deserve nothing but money because they are royalty.