Chapter 117

I went to the bedroom early with nutrients and snacks for my grandfather.

"Oh, our Tia is here!"

My grandfather welcomed me as always.

"How are you today, Grandpa?"

"This grandfather is fine. How's your injury, Tia?"

"I'm much better now. They say I can take off this bandage in a few days."

"That's a relief."

Grandfather patted my head and said.

"But what happened early in the morning today?"

Although I visited every day these days, I usually came at lunchtime, so he seemed worried about what was going on.

The reason why I come in the morning was simple.

Last night, Clerivan visited Shananet and taught her how to distinguish fake checks.

That was Shananet's personality to not delay anything as important as a counterfeit check.

But I can't say that.

I said with a smile.

"I just can't wait to see my grandfather today!"

"Did you? Uh-huh."

Grandfather smiled broadly again.

Then I heard a knock on the door outside.

You're here, finally.

I thought so and ran opened the door.

"Who is it... what?"

It was not Shananet.

When I opened the door, there were about six men of various ages standing there."Wow,"

They widened their eyes as if they didn't think to see me either.

"Lady Florentia...isn't she?"

"Hello, household Lords."

I politely grabbed the skirt and said hello.

The visitors were the Lord of Lombardy's vassal family.

Clerivan's father, Romasie Dillard, and Kylus father were also seen.

But what did everyone bring? Both hands looked heavy with luggage.

Oh, well, social life is hard.

I smiled and said to the Lord with a fighting heart.

"You've been working hard since early today too."

"Oh, yeah..., Lady too..."

The Lod of Heringa, who reflexively responded to my words, scratched the back of his head as if he felt something strange.

"Come on in."

When my grandfather gestured and said, the householders each carried what they had in their hands.

"...What is it all about?"

My grandfather, who was sitting on the bed wearing an auburn robe, asked in bewildered.

"I've brought some things that are good for everyone."

Romasie Dillard replied with a shy smile.

"This is Feltrose honey. It's very good for the respiratory system."

"I brought some of the finest bedding sets. Bedding is very important if you're going to bed."

"I want to start to introduce the rare fruits that are hard to find, but the Lord rushed to introduce what they brought."

My grandfather, who was staring at them, snorted.

"Now that you've packed your bags, you're trying to say something hard to say."

The householders all shut up as if they had hit the nail on the head. [1]

I looked at them and said to my grandfather.

"I'll be out for a while, then, grandpa."

"Oh, will you? I'll call you when this grandfather is done."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Pretending to be tactfully absent, I greeted the householders again and left the bedroom.

I could feel their eyes following me until I closed the door quietly.

And when the door was about to clack and close completely, my toes snapped the door shut.

Conversations began to flow from the inside through a gap in the door that was barely open enough to fit a piece of paper.

"Yeah, what's going on?"

Grandfather asked.

"Well, that's..."

Someone hesitated.

But the hesitation was not long.

"I came to you with all my heart to ask you a favor."

Oh, I can recognize this voice.

It was a Romasie Dillard, similar to and different from Clerivan.

"The vassal householders gather here to ask..."

Grandfather said in a slightly grinning voice.

"Okay, I'll listen with all my heart. Tell me."

"...I want you to reconsider your judgment."

This time it was a little younger and a little louder voice.

The big echo seemed to be Lord Bray.

"What kind of judgment?"

"...Please reconsider your decision to have Viese as acting Patriarch."

There was silence in the room for a moment.

It wasn't that long, but it probably felt a bit far-fetched to the householders.

"Do you all think so?"

Grandfather asked in a low voice.

"The same goes for the other householders who are not here with us, Lord."

"Since Viese became acting Patriarch, the workload has multiplied. It's time for spring harvests to move across the Empire, so our logistics are very difficult, my Lord."

"The same goes for our Wilkay family. Out of the blue, he's asking us to consider moving the civil engineering business of the North to the West..."

The householders frankly expressed their dissatisfaction to the extent that they did not cross the line.

Grandfather who was listening to their story asked.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"We'll take care of it until the Lord returns."

"Will each family take matters into their own hands?"

"...I think that would be better."

It was something that householders couldn't say without a lot of complaints.