I Shall Master This Family's
33

Chapter 33

Dillard, who was currently in charge of Lombardy's general manager, entered the mansion early in the morning under the Lord's call.

The Dillards had been members of the Lombardy family for generations, and their loyalty was outstanding.

There is even a joke, that the Leader of Dillard is Lombardy, not a true member of the Dillard family.

"It's been a long time since you've been here, Romase."

On the terrace of the mansion, the butler politely greeted him.

"Are we going to the Lord's office?"

"No. Today, someone called you to the meeting room."

"Meeting room? Hm."

Dillard replied as if it was a big deal while stroking his short beard.

Lombardy's general manager was old but never retreated a bit from the front lines.

However, all of Lombardy's contracts and advances had gone through his desk.

Clearly, although his job did not require him to meet the Lord in person, he was called in haste, and he was nervous, thinking that something might have happened.

But he was told to come to the meeting room.

Then he asked the waiter.

"Is there anyone else here besides me?"

the waiter replied with a small smile.

"Right now, Bray, Herrin, Bilki, Devon, and Were have arrived.You are the last Romase."

Dillard's face became even more confused.

All the families the servants spoke of were those who served Lombardy like Dillard.

Like the Dillard family, some people are responsible for big businesses like banking, education, transportation, agriculture, and architecture.

Dillard, who quickly stepped in, hurriedly opened the meeting room door.

Lord Herin welcomed Dillard first.

"Ah, it's been a while."

"Do you know what's going on?"

However, he was as confused as shaking his head.

Romase, the general manager looking for an empty seat, sat down and asked the same question to the first son Bray, who was sitting next to him, but the answer was similar.

"I know less too. Suddenly I got a call yesterday..."

"That's right. It's not unusual to look at us like this......"

Romasie's right.

Just at the New Year's party at the beginning of the year and Lulak's birthday party, these people gathered at once.

Then, the door opened and someone else came in.

"No, not even you, Clerivan?"

It was Clerivan with a sleepy face.

While looking at the center for a moment, Clerivan naturally came to Romase's side and sat down.

Romase Dillard, who had been startled by Clerivan's appearance, greeted in a small, low voice.

"It's been a long time, Clerivan."

Clerivan who rubbed his eyes as if tired, replied in a small voice, raising his head slightly.

"Yes, dad."

The family name Clerivan was his mother's surname.

Dillard's illegitimate son, Clerivan, grew up and lived apart from the Dillard family.

The followers on the left who were familiar with the rich man's relationship pretended not to hear the greetings shared by the two.

After a while, Lulak Lombardy opened the door of the conference room and entered.

Except for the old Were Lord, everyone jumped up and greeted them from where they were sitting. (Here's 'were' it's a surname huh.)

Lulak laughed as he beckoned them to sit down.

"Everybody is here."

Contrary to what they were worried about, her smiling face looked very pleasant.

Thanks to this, the gathered followers became even more suspicious.

"The reason I call everyone today is ....."

There is tension in the middle of the chair.

When Lulak gestured once, the officer came out carrying something on the tray.

A small pot is placed in front of each person.

He did not know what it was, tied tightly with a beautiful red rope.

"Hmm? What's this smell?"

Dillard asked, carefully bringing his face closer to the jar.

"It's cold, but it's the first time I've kissed it."

"I know."

Those in a hurry had already lifted the jar and even shuffled it slightly.

Lulak, who was looking at them with a smile, said.

"It's a drug."

"......Some medicine?"

they had already guessed the bitter smell.

The followers stared at each other's faces in the distance.

"Can I open it?"

When Clerivan asked, Lulak nodded coldly.

To the Lords who were fighting with curiosity and opened the red ribbon pack, Lulak explained further.

"It was a versatile ointment that was applied to a painful place. Especially, it's a special remedy for muscle pain and people with bad joints like me."

"Huh"

As people get older, followers who have one or two uncomfortable spots look into the ointment while getting their eyes lit up.

"Oh! But the doctor says don't apply anything to peeling skin or bleeding wounds!"

Devon raised his index finger and said firmly.

"But why... "

Finally, the Devon Lord asked in a small voice.

Lulak smiled as if waiting for that question.

"Do you know who made the ointment?"

"Well, that's ..."

"That's my grandson!"

Soon after, 'Hahahaha!' from Lulak. Followed by loud laughter.

"By the way about the granddaughter..."

The third generation of the direct lineage of Lombardy is currently young.

Larane, the oldest, is only 11 years old.

But his grandson is great.

Everyone was wondering if there was one more adult granddaughter we didn't know.

Then Clerivan asked in a soft voice.

"Is this Miss Florentia?"

Lulak, who could not stop shaking his shoulders, stopped laughing and looked at Clerivan.

The followers on the center left were somewhat different confused and noisy.

"If it's Florentia, Princess Gallahan...?"

"He's young............."

"Ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, Lulak laughed again.

Everyone, as they sighed, thought that it was a joke.

“I'm not kidding. It was actually made by my grandson, Florentia. This is the result together with a scholar named Estira who entered the Academy this year as a researcher with my recommendation."

"Aha, joint effort!"

"Haha! It was a collaboration!"

People laughed out loud just then.

Well, that.

Even though it was made by a small child, what happened, wasn't it a collaboration with a great scholar?.

"This is a product that will be sold in earnest starting next month. At that time, you won't be able to buy it because it sold out, so accept it!"

"I think God is very proud of his grandson!"

Herin laughed and beat him.

"I don't know how far you'll trust me, but you should have seen my granddaughter come and negotiate with me with ointment!"

"You mean negotiate? With God?"

that was so amazing.

Those who were sitting, laughing, and talking to Lulak, were now confused

The average child cried loudly even though he was just carried in Lulak's arms.

But he negotiated with a god like that? That kid?.

"Florentia is not afraid of me. He's a very good boy."

"Hoo.... That's amazing."

It was an amazing atmosphere after everyone said that Florentia created the ointment.

They seemed hesitant to say 'he was not afraid of the lord and he was also a child'.

"By the way, I don't know if God is so proud of his grandchildren."

At this meeting, the Lord of Were family, who was the oldest and had a strong relationship with Lulak, said with a smile.

"This old man is very smart."

It looked like a joke, but he laughed without worrying about Lulak.

Since he thought something was wrong, it was he who rushed to the carriage from the morning only to get the ointment from the granddaughter that the lord was proud of.

Despite being cold and unique, he stared at the parcel in front of him with deep eyes without knowing what was inside.

Then, he touched the tip of the red ribbon with his fingers.

The color is the same as the braid color most often used Florentia.

"Clerivan's. Why did you do that."

Dillard, who was watching him from the side, called out to his son in surprise.

"Maybe you think the same as your father and with them."

At first glance, Clerivan's eyes looked at the laughter and chatter with a comfortable gaze.

But in the middle, there were times when their eyes were fixed.

"Everyone will try to find out why God gathered everyone together and showed this ointment."

In the Lombardy family, it was the duty of the followers to read and practice God's intentions.

Everyone seemed to be talking without thinking about it, but it was just outside of it.

"Dad, don't you think about 'How and when to distribute this ointment at the top of Lombardy?'."

Dillard nodded, shrugging as if he had been captured.

"And another thing......."

Clerivan once again took a red ribbon in his eye.

Something that could be called instinct was telling Clerivan.

Watch the owner of this red ribbon.

Clerivan liked a small round jar in his hand.

* * *

Class has ended.

"I think red suits Florentia."

larane said, tying the red braid on my head.

"White looks good for Lara."

I didn't just say it.

Is it because of the white skin of Larane, or because of the blue eyes inherited from Angelas?

White color matches Larane.

"......Thank you." Thank you."

He praised me first, but he felt ashamed to accept the compliment.

He was so kind, innocent, and tender-hearted that he would not be like Belsach, a child born in the same ship.

It was a flower too delicate to wither unloved by leaving it alone in a distant place.

I said to Larane while thinking that.

"Do you not like dolls? There was something that came as a gift for my previous birthday, but I hated dolls. Do you want to have Larane?"

"really? Wow, nice!"

Larane showed off the happy smile I was about to show when I got a gold bar from someone.

"I? Me!"

"Give me a present too, Tia!"

The twins cried as they sorted out the books and pillows I was trying to arrange.

"Okay, I get it."

There's only one reason I'm chatting with kids like this right now.

"Huh-am."

I looked back, pretending to yawn hard.

don't look at me, don't look at me!

Clerivan looked at me with eyes that were like shooting lasers.

Even before class started, he asked me questions whenever he had free time in the entire class.

Then, after the class was over, he immediately left.

I'm worried about it.

But that doesn't mean I can say, 'I'll die because your gaze hurts'.

I am an innocent child who knows nothing now, an innocent child.

Someone patted me on the shoulder as I chanted the spell to myself.

"Who?!"

"Why are you so surprised?"

It was Clerivan.

"Well. You're there until now. Why, why do you do that, sir?"

I asked with as many pleasant smiles as possible.

"Come with me."

"Yes?"

Larane and the twins next to him also tilted their heads

I didn't hear wrong.

"I told you to go with me, Florentia."

What mistake have I made?