Chapter 265 - END

[Aiden] Double-armed scales (5)

“As the owner of the Elte Chamber is coming to the Roth Taylor mansion, should I be happy or should I be worried?”

It is often forgotten, however, that Tanya is the monarch who rules this great estate.

If someone you don’t have any connection with wants to meet Tanya, you should do an ‘audience’ instead of making an appointment or asking an inquiry.

In short, there are times when you have to build authority and save face.

The same is true when Slog Keldrux, who has no contact with the Roth Taylor mansion, visits.

The figure of him sitting on the sofa for reception, with his legs crossed and his chin on his chin, is the appearance of an arrogant great aristocrat.

Like Tanya who does it when she’s doing it, she’s flawless. The way she braids her blonde hair with one hand underscores the feeling that Slogue is not very interested.

Actually, you must be very curious as to why the slog came this far.

“It is an honor to meet these two rulers of the Duchy of Roth Taylor.”

Slog Keldrux bows her head and politely bows.

After that, a number of upper-level employees knelt together and bowed their heads.

Tanya was trying to say something while looking at the politely polite slog...

“Keep.”

...I sneezed once.

While there was silence for a while, I quickly checked Slog’s impressions.

I think you can see why Lortel always called the old fox. Even if you just pretend to be contemplative, you are a veteran veteran who has gone through all the prenatal and prenatal events.

To survive for decades in the commercial city of Oldek is a medal for that alone. Over the past year, Old Deck has undergone many changes, but only one major premise has not changed.

A place where you can only survive if you hit them first before getting hit in the back.

This man is a venomous species that can be sold if necessary – family, friends, lovers.

I was leaning my back against the wall in the corner of the audience room, arms crossed.

From my standpoint, I don’t need to be polite here. This is the position of Tanya’s older brother, who has the highest authority in this space.

“I came all the way to the Rostaler mansion, just to say thank you.”

The merchant of the Old Deck never wastes time.

No one thinks they’ll come all the way to the Roth Taylor mansion just for that reason.

“Oh hey. You’re telling a funny story. Slog Caldras.”

“This is Keldrux. Master.”

“Slog Keldrux.”

Bell’s advice was as natural as water.

By the way, is it really possible to retain authority until the end... Tanya...

“Is there anything you should be thankful for?”

“I heard that Lortel Keheln, a key member of our Elte Company and faithfully fulfilling his role as a representative of the company, was greatly indebted to the Roth Taylor family. Considering the people you introduced me to, and the authorities you lent me, it is safe to say that I made an astronomical amount of profit.”

“I am glad that you, the merchants of Old Deck, also have the virtue of being grateful. But, did you come all the way here to tell such a natural story?”

Tanya, with her legs crossed and arrogantly waving her toes, showed a cold smile with her cold eyes.

“You wouldn’t have thought that I would immediately believe those words, so what’s the point?”

“I heard that a fox was hiding in the mansion.”

Slog had a good smile.

When Tanya responded with a smile along with an exclamation of ho-ho, the slog continued casually.

“The fox that escaped the cage must be put back in the cage. Isn’t it?”

“Well, in my eyes you look like an old and sick fox.”

“Originally, people who make money and live on their own money keep a fox in their chest. However, we should refrain from running out of the cage.”

Slog straightened his bow and spoke straight to Tanya, who looked down arrogantly.

“If you allow us to put a leash on a fox who ran away from our company, we will repay you so much that you feel that the grace you have given us was really valuable.”

“You’re talking cheeky, Slog Kell... Kel...”

It’s a bit of a strange name.

“Do you think we, the Roth Taylors, are shelters that harvest and protect stray animals?”

“Because I have heard of it.”

“You heard the wrong information.”

“I wish I could, but that’s unlikely.”

I wrinkled my eyebrows while listening to the conversation with my arms roughly folded.

The fact that they brought so many escorts to the Ross Taylor mansion has already convinced Slog.

The whereabouts of Lortel must have been kept strictly secret. Slogue’s knowledge of such information probably ... raises a possibility that you don’t want to think about.

“I heard it directly from the great and capable staff of our company, Lienna’s chief secretary.”

Is it torture or betrayal?

It doesn’t taste very good either way. Perhaps the former is more likely than the latter.

Compared to the authoritative and influential Lortel, Rienna, a single employee, would have been easier to deal with from the standpoint of a slog. But, what is she going to do with the rearrangement? Isn’t Lienna’s secretary already one of her firm’s key personnel?

I stared at the slug silently and threw out a word.

“You act as if you don’t care what happens after you become the owner of the company.”

“Becoming a Hoeju. Master Ed Roth Taylor. There is a meaning in those words.”

It is not difficult to imagine Lucy running down the hall of the mansion, led by Lortel’s arm, exhausted and falling away. You always have a lot of trouble... Lucy...

Suddenly, his gaze turns to the large notebook Lortel is holding.

That is the notebook Lortel carried for work before she lost her memory.

Of course, this is a job that requires a lot of notes. Still, some schedules can be managed through secretaries, but are there other things that I have to memorize myself?

You must be aware of a lot of top secrets inside the company, so it is likely.

By the way, the cursed Lortel always carried that notebook with him.

As if it were a precious treasure, he hid it from others and was always reading it alone in a corner.

I’m not sure if it’s awkward to read difficult characters, but the reading speed itself was slow... But the way he stared intently as if he was going to read the whole thing one day was impressive.

It’s possible to take that notebook and forcefully open the contents, but it felt like tearing apart a child’s heart, so I left it alone.

However, at a point where you don’t know what’s written inside... you can’t wait any longer.

There may be important clues, so let’s take a quick look at Lortel while he’s sleeping...

It was the moment when I reached out to the notebook like that.

“Heh heh heh heh?!”

“...?”

Lortel suddenly woke up the moment he was about to take the notebook, as if his sixth sense had worked.

I wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth, clasped the notebook tightly with the opposite hand, and crawled into the corner of the closet.

Lortel’s blushing face was revealed through a row of shirts and coats hanging from the hangers.

“No, no! No!”

It looks like a wildcat with a lot of blades in her arms while holding her notebook tightly like that. Lortel growled like that, and then suddenly realized that it was me, and took a deep breath.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Come on, go to sleep!”

“Yes, are you awake?”

“Uh-huh... I’m sure... I was playing hide-and-seek with Lucy...”

“Yeah, I know what the situation is, so get out of the closet first...”

It’s too much with only Tanya, but it’s difficult to become a regular customer of the closet to Lortel.

When I reached out to Lortel, Lortel shrugged once more, lowered her gaze, and slowly placed her hand on my palm.

Escape by pulling it straight out. I took Lortel’s hand, put it on the table in the corner of the room, and started magically warming the teapot in the corner of the room, thinking that it would be better to make a cup of tea.

Lortel placed her fists on her knees and pressed them tightly, and continued the conversation with difficulty.

“Sorry, I’m sorry... No, I told you not to enter the room as you like... That... I somehow managed to escape... I made a mistake...”

“I am not scolding you, so there is no need to be nervous. Have a cup of tea or go. I’ll keep it a secret from the maids.”

“Oh, really?! Thank you!”

I simply brewed a cup of hot black tea and served it to the front, brought a cup of tea for me to drink and sat on the other side.

“Is there anything inconvenient about living in a mansion?”

“Yes! So good! Belle, Yenica, and Lucy too! Duke Tanya is a bit... scary, but...”

This is also surprising.

“Anyway, the users and the maids play every day, so every day is so busy! Nice to see you at the Roth Taylor mansion, hehe.”

Anyway, it feels like Lortel has become a mascot nonsense running around the mansion for the past hour.

Whether you go exploring by yourself with a lot of dirt on your body, play hide and seek with Lucy, or take a nap on Yenica’s lap...

He’s already completely mixed in here as a cutie in the mansion.

I’ve come too far to say what to do after I really calmed down.

I’m just praying for your peace.

“Wow, whoa, whoa... Ed makes tea well... ma, it’s delicious... You are really good at everything you hear...”

“Like you heard?”

“Yeah? Ahaha, users... they often say things like that...!”

Lortel took the teacup with her slender hands and took a sip.

“Hot tea calms the mind and relaxes the body. I’m giving this because I think I’m too confused. Have a drink and relax.”

“Yes, yes, thank you...”

When that comfortable feeling entered my heart, I slowly closed my eyes and gathered my magic.

Lortel in its current state, unable to feel any magical power, would not be able to even resist. That’s probably because it was a special type of magic that went beyond normal magic.

“Wow... I think it’s because I’m at ease... I’m tired...”

As if possessed by something, Lortel slowly fell asleep on her desk.

Beside him lay the notebook he had been carrying so dearly.

Looking at Lortel’s sleepy face again, he slowly reached out and brought a notebook.

The notebook I carried with me so dearly. Opening this is a matter of necessity rather than curiosity.

Checking the last note Lortel left before losing her memory is a process that must be followed.

Honestly, it’s not self-rationalization, it’s really natural and reasonable...

As I was looking at the notebook, which had been worn out from keeping it cherished for a long time... I had a strange feeling.

I feel like I’m doing something very, very bad...

Still, what can’t be helped is unavoidable.