Chapter 150

Chapter 150

The next morning.

Avinox was very drunk, and I left the mansion early in the morning and met Violet again.

Walking down the road that was pouring down rain, we arrived in front of the ruined wall.

"Here? Where the Imperial Administrators distribute food to the people?"

"Yes, over there."

As I looked toward Violet, I saw a long line of people in front of a small tent.

Each of them had a small pocket in their hands.

"It's not just Ivan. Administrators were dispatched to distribute food directly to all the people affected by the landslide. And..."

"And?"

"It looks like the relief money has been distributed to the Lords."

"Relief money?"

"Yes, didn't I tell you yesterday that the Zonic estate bought personnel from outside and started reconstruction work? But when I found out more, it wasn't just Sir Zonic."

Violet sneaked around and said in a low voice.

"Other territories are also spending money to hire people and buy wood from the surrounding territories. Like someone gave them a lot of money at the same time. And the person who can do that..."

"There's only Perez."

Ivan, who said he would take care of it, was broke with no money.

And suddenly, a scene that I saw yesterday came to my mind.

After the dinner, Migente Ivan went to one side and talked to Perez quietly.

"Maybe there was someone from the inside who helped."

"That's what I think. Otherwise, it would be difficult to know exactly how much damage was done to that place."

"Hmm."

I looked at the people who were receiving the food for a while and said,

"Well done Perez."

It's not that I don't understand Lord Ivan's mind.

He doesn't want to take the money to rebuild, especially from the Empress.

But if you really have a sense of responsibility, you should throw away that amount of pride.

"It was the people who suffered because of Lord Ivan's stubbornness."

"But this will not create a conflict between His Majesty and Lord Ivan, right?"

Violet asked anxiously.

"It'll happen. It'll probably. It's huge. But what can Ivan's family do?"

I said with a shrug.

"At first, Perez did everything he could to accept Lord Ivan's insistence on not accepting the money."

"It should be, but... Wouldn't it need the Northern vote to be selected as the Crown Prince?"

Violet said in a more cautious tone.

"Yes, given the right to vote for the Crown Prince from representative families in each region, Perez has to look as good as possible to the Northern governor."

"Then why..."

"How long does Violet think Lord Ivan will last?"

"Oh... I see."

Violet nodded her head.

"The important thing is, when Perez's appointment approaches, who is Ivan's householder, isn't it?"

In my previous life, Ivan Lord was unable to complete the reconstruction of the North due to worsening chronic disease.

And the person who became Lord Ivan.

"The Second Son, Migente Ivan, the next Lord Ivan."

One side has caused a landslide, and the other side has rebuilt the collapsed North, so it's only natural.

"So you're going to meet Migente Ivan today?"

Violet asked with open eyes.

"There are only two reasons why I came to the North, Violet."

I laid out two fingers to Violet.

"One is to link Lombardy and Pellet to successfully help rebuild the North. Fortunately, Lord Ivan received the wood prepared by Lombardy on the spot, and unlike Perez, my work is going well."

I folded the remaining fingers.

"The other one was to make friends with the next Lord Ivan in advance."

"Oh, as expected, Lady Florentia..."

Violet said with her eyes sparkling.

Somehow, Violet's reaction seems to resemble Clerivan.

"I asked you to meet me at the bridge reconstruction site today, so I think you"ve achieved all the reasons I"m in the north, right?"

"Yes, Lady Florentia!"

Me and Violet looked at each other and laughed.

While Violet went to prepare me for the carriage, I looked a little around the wall.

Screech.

"Ahhhhhhh-ack!"

Looking back, a little girl was falling down and crying.

He seemed to have tripped over the wreckage of the wall.

I approached and picked up the child and said.

"Oopss! Wake up. It hurts more when you cry, so shake it off bravely."

"Oh. Tuk. Tuk..."

The child woke up with tears in her eyes and shook off her clothes as I told her to.

"Oh my, it's torn."

The child's knee was fortunately fine, but the clothes she was wearing were torn instead.

"Lizzy, are you okay?"

A woman who appeared to be a guardian ran late and looked at the child.

"Oh, your clothes are torn. I'll sew it for you later."

"Yes. Okay, sister Ramona.

"...Ramona?"

I muttered unconsciously.

When her name was called, the woman looked up.

Her long, fine-grained red hair flew gently in that movement.

It was her.

As soon as I realized it, I felt uncomfortably nauseous.

Ramona stood up smiling with a friendly face and said.

"I'm sorry, didn't Lizzie make your clothes dirty?"

"No... It didn't happen."

"They are children whose homes are buried in a landslide or their families are in an accident, but they're still immature so I'm taking care of them while their parents are at the reconstruction site. I'm sorry for someone as high as you."