Steel Empire
Is There Something else?

Throughout the day, Berengar entertained his guests with his fiancee nearby to make him look good. She is friendly and graceful in every way, a perfect match for Berengar's natural charm. The two built a lasting impression on the nobles who visited the estate of the von Kufstein family. He began to make progress in forming alliances with the capable younger generation. He was useless to an ally who could not pull his own weight like that; Berengar would not waste his time with the lazy and reckless young master and mistress who could not even count to ten. Unfortunately it seemed like they were the majority of the noble lineages around the world. He was also once like them, spoiled and never used his brain.

Most of the people Berengar entertained were descendants of Barons or Viscounts from all over the County of Steiermark and Tyrol. They were roughly in the same position as her own and could provide enough support for her plans if she wanted to build an alliance with them. Unfortunately there are not too many outstanding members of the lower nobility in this generation, and they are mostly clinging to the corner forming a small social click among themselves. Most Barons who were not their direct subordinates would not give them time due to their low status, let alone Viscount or Count and their families.

Currently, Berengar did not have time to supervise his projects personally; therefore, he left them in command of a capable administrator whom he placed in charge of them. Ludwig, as always, was in charge of his burgeoning industrial sector, Gunther was tasked with implementing many of his agricultural innovations, and Eckhard took personal command of matters relating to the militia. As for the militias, their activities were halted during the visitor's stay. Berengar was unlikely to have leaked information about the effectiveness of his weapon. Such a thing could be disastrous for his plan. Thus, the militias were given little reprieve from the heavy duty of basic training.

Even though they had won in one battle, it was against retribution that was largely ill-equipped, which foolishly overran established positions, the troops in the Berengar battalion still had to complete basic and special training if they wanted to become a fully capable army. Although they were much more receptive to their training and methods after personally witnessing the results they produced during that fateful day when they massacred Ulrich's forces and saved their Commander. It was a story that many of them would tell their grandchildren someday in the distant future.

The next few days, he would be busy socializing with the visiting nobles for the massive party he was celebrating for Adela. He had a huge shock in his mind for the young girl. He decided it was time to introduce some renaissance-era cultures, particularly ballroom cultures, that would not appear naturally for at least another century. Of course, Berengar knew only one dance from his previous life, the waltz, so it might be more fair to say that he would apply aspects of early modern culture.

Berengar did not have the time or permission to expand the castle into a dance hall; therefore, he built a public platform on the town square for the event. Finally, he wanted to build a more modern palace that would obviously contain such a need and remove all castles. After all, once his weapons spread throughout the great powers of Europe, the mighty stone walls of the medieval era would become obsolete.

Although he had no plans to sell his weapon to anyone else, it was only a matter of time before the weapon was discovered and re-engineered, at least to some extent. It may take years or even decades at the current pace, but guns and cannons will rule the European battlefield much earlier in this timeline than in his old life, and when they do, the big castles will become a part of the past.

Lately, Berengar had devised a plan in his spare time to turn Kufstein into a functioning city; it was a distant dream at this point, but a dream he wanted to realize in his life. If he wanted to achieve his aspirations, he would need a big city to become the center of his power, and he refused to leave his family land just because other areas were more developed.

Currently, Berengar is working on the proposed layout of Kufstein City. It was late at night, and the guests had rested for the night. She had even sent Adela to her exhausted room after socializing with the noble family who had come earlier. Currently, the oil lamp illuminated the large stone room where he lived. It was almost midnight, and any moment now, he could expect a knock at his door and a very jealous Linde appeared and demanded his attention for the day. After all, she had to sit in a corner of Lambert and could not talk to her lover all the time, while watching him act lovingly towards Adela.

Sure enough, a knock came at the door, and when Berengar opened it, he found Linde with an adorable pouting expression as he forced his way into his room and jumped into his arms. However, before he could summon the bib*r Berengar, he raised his hand and blocked his efforts before sitting on the bed and gesturing for him to sit next to him. Kes*nangan m*lam they can wait; he has important things to discuss with his spymaster. Linde, who had never refused any of Berengar's orders, sat down next to him and clasped his arms, and buried them into his chest while putting a wide smile on his face.

Berengar, who was used to vixe* antics now, did not react in the slightest and simply continued his thinking.

"So your father doesn't seem happy with my brother..."

Linde could not help but laugh at the statement; it was true that her father was currently furious with Lambert. Not only did he fail once again to kill Berengar, but he also managed to make Lothar lose a large amount of raw materials. After all, Ulrich had dug up more iron than he reported to his Liege and sold it on the side to Lothar for a lower price. It was part of the alliance they had achieved. Now that Ulrich was dead and his pottery confiscated by Sieghard, he no longer got regular iron shipments from Kufstein. Thus his plan to equip his army with the best weapons and armor in the surroundings began to come to a halt. Although the Count could obtain iron from other regions, he had invested heavily in his alliance with Lambert and wanted to return soon.

Linde realizes all this and can't help but laugh at the fact that her lover's enemies will never be able to achieve their goals.

"Dad was very angry with your sister. However, it also means he will pressure Lambert to act against you again. This time try not to get caught in their trap.I don't know what I would do without you."

Berengar noticed the sad expression on the girl's face and started patting her on the head to comfort her.

"I admit that I was careless last time. I promise you that I won't make such a mistake again."

Linde couldn't help but smile at the promise she made; there was a strong look of determination in Berengar's eyes, which he took as a sign that he would stay true to her words. Afterwards, Linde revealed her biggest worry that had been bothering her all day, but she had no way of telling Berengar until now.

"There's something else ..."

"I'm pregnant..."

It took a while for those words to be recorded in Berengar's brain. However, when he nonchalantly sipped the wine, while in the middle of drinking the red wine, he realized what he was saying and almost choked. He looked at her in disbelief as he struggled to understand her words.

"You what?"

Linde returned to a sullen expression when she saw that Berengar was not as excited as she was; in fact, she was very concerned about the whole situation.

"You listen! i pregnant. You're gonna be a father."

Berengar did his best to maintain his composure as he slowly drank his wine while maintaining a dignified appearance. This was not something he had expected; naturally, in the way the two of them had done it every m*lam for the past month and a half, it was something he should have anticipated seriously. His brain quickly thought of a solution; after all, he was not even married to his fiance; that alone would be skand*l, but the truth was that his fiance was not his father. If anyone knew about it, his reputation would be ruined for life. Berengar had to prevent that from happening for various reasons; especially among them was that it would severely damage his diplomatic relations if one knew he had toyed with his younger brother's fiancee. After a while of hard thinking,

"Say it belongs to Lambert!"

He said firmly as he ordered his lover like a domineering master. He was shocked; deep down, he hoped Berengar would officially acknowledge the boy and make him a legitimate bastard. That way, it would have a claim to his title, and he wouldn't have to marry Lambert. Instead, he said something that sounded absurd, and he immediately voiced his concern.

"Lambert? Even if I said it was hers, she would never believe me. I never did not*r with her!"

Berengar glared at the girl threateningly. The thought of his brother touching his lover made him very angry; his voice was slightly raised as he punished him.

Realizing that he had raised his voice, Berengar calmed himself and exhaled deeply before smiling widely and touching Linde's frightened face with his firm yet loving palm.

"You don't need him not*r with you to make him think it's his; make him really drunk, b*ka baj*nya and lie down beside him. When he wakes up in the morning, tell him that you two are not*r together. Make it look convincing, spill dar*h on the sheets, so he's not suspicious."

Afterwards, she vilified her lover for a while before apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I know your wish for our son's future, but I'm in a precarious situation right now. I don't have the luxury of being in charge of this right now. Maybe one day I can declare to the world that this child is mine and the love we have for each other, but for now, it is not in my plan. Please understand ... "

Linde wiped away the tears that had formed in her beautiful sky blue eyes. Before nodding in agreement to Berengar's request.

"I understand, and I'll do what you ask."

Afterwards, the couple spent the m*lam together in their respective p*luks, celebrating the conception of a new life. Completely unaware of the problems that would follow them due to the birth of this child. After all, who can know the future?

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