Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Master Ian?

The child called out, watching Ians mood. His complexion didnt look particularly bad, but there was an unusual gloom about him. Rumors had been going around that Ian was different today, but no one expected it to be to this extent.

Ah, yes.

Only then did Ian understand the reason behind Chels behavior.

Initially, holding his mothers life as collateral, it was understandable that such cruel words would spill out. Ian gave a small smile and expressed his gratitude to the child.

Its fine. Theres nothing to relay.

Eh? But why the childs eyes widened as if this was an unprecedented occurrence.

Wasnt it the same Ian who used to tell her all sorts of trivial stories every time before she left? The servants also didnt know how to write, so they would sketch and memorize things roughly with pictures.

My father has gone out.

The Count?

Today was a special day with a banquet held due to pressing circumstances. It meant that the Counts schedule was also different from usual. It seemed the child had overlooked this fact.

It will be troublesome if we bump into each other by coincidence. Besides, youre not exactly of age. Its better to limit your ventures outside.

Hearing this, the child remembered Ian always mentioned the red-light district, which was a dangerous place even in Ians era. It was probably even more dangerous 100 years ago. If youre unlucky, even a healthy man could collapse due to frailty and get his pocket picked. Ian couldnt send a child to such a place.

Will you be alright?

Hm? What do you mean?

Dont you often cry late into the night

The child knew that Ian was crying late into the night? Did he share a room with someone? If not, it meant that there were people outside Ians room late at night.

So, theyve set surveillance on me too.

Fortunately, he figured it out before making a mistake. Ian replied with a faint smile.

Im fine. I wont cry anymore.

But, then, the errand feeN♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.

Errand fee?

The one who seemed about to cry now was the child. Twiddling her fingertips, she made an awkward face. Ian reflexively reached into his pocket, but found nothing.

If I cant bring food today, my siblings might starve. Im truly fine, so please give me an errand. I promise I wont make a single mistake in delivering your message.

The errand fee wasnt money. Of course, the child was born poor and was now semi-forcibly confined in the mansion. Theres no way she could have even a single penny.

Please, Ian-nim.

Then, what could Ian offer her in this mansion? That would be three square meals a day.

Right, she did look awfully thin.

The Heavenly Tribe was a strong and resilient barbarian tribe. They were so strong that a single person could rival dozens of others, enabling their tribe to become a thorn in the side of the Bariel Empire. With the standards for physique already vastly different, if the Count were to send such a scrawny child like himself, surely there would be complaints.

As a result, his meals were as equal as those of the Counts family. This was everything that Ian could offer and a sort of currency that could be used outside.

There are five siblings in total. If I cant bring the errand fee, theyll have to fill their bellies with grass, the child pleaded earnestly, even using her hands.

Ian had suspected that the estate was impoverished but didnt expect it to be this bad. However, in a situation where he couldnt even guarantee his own safety, he couldnt just blindly heed the childs circumstances.

After a moment of contemplation, Ian nodded, Alright. But theres a condition. This time, its a prepayment. The errand fee will be given first, and when I need it later, youll do the task then.

Ah!

Shall I go and ask?

The chances of receiving a used candlewick, and the likelihood of being hounded about why its needed.

Which one was higher? Especially on the day when her proud son Chel made a mistake in the reception room.

No. Its okay. You can go now.

I will excuse myself then.

The sound of Hannahs footsteps fading could be heard.

Ian picked up the pen again. He had tried to dip the pen several times, but it was too dark now, to the point where he couldnt even see the inkwell. He leaned back in his chair and looked towards the door.

Creak.

There was a small tray placed in front of the door. Two chunks of barley bread, a piece of cheap ham, and some water.

What the?

It was a meal that Hannah had left for him as a chore, stripped down to the bare minimum. No wonder he was feeling weak after surviving on this. Ian grumbled under his breath as he picked up the tray and came back in.

He wasnt satiated, but who can conduct business on an empty stomach?

As he soaked the bread in water, he grumbled. Even the orphans on the battlefield didnt eat this way. Back then, there was at least grulla soup

Ah!

A gust seemed to blow through his foggy mind. Everything became clear as he scratched at an itchy spot.

Right, he had thought something was odd when he looked at the kitchen.

It was a bountiful meal, but it felt somehow hollow.

There was no grulla.

Grulla was a vegetable rich in nutrients and often eaten as a substitute for a meal. Regardless of taste, its bitterness and versatility made it an essential food item for every Bariel citizen.

The discovery of grulla was an event of such significance that it could be said to be a turning point in the Empires history.

It had reduced the number of deaths from starvation by nearly 85% every year. Economically and lifestyle-wise, Bariel would be divided into before and after the discovery of grulla.

The discovery of grulla was originally about 50 years from now.

A discovery, not an invention.

It wasnt about creating something that didnt exist, but discovering something that did. Grulla seeds from the East were considered toxic, not recognized as edible, and discarded in the mountains and fields where they naturally became indigenous.

For 50 years, no one knew how to eat the strange food from the East.

However, Ian knew how to eat grulla. In other words, if he discovered grulla, he could erase the famine in Bariels history.

My goodness.

Ian wished, for a moment, that all of this was real.

That this was not a magical illusion

Ian-nim. Its okay. Opportunities are always, always there. God does not give unanswered questions.

Naums last words lingered in his ears. Although he didnt know the details yet, he felt like he could find an answer. Whatever it was.

Lets try to survive somehow.

And go to the Imperial Palace, to trace Naum.

That was the first answer Ian came up with.