CH 36

Fireplace Flame (1)

The day Barco issued the statement.

Roman went to visit his father.

And, he said bluntly.

"The war between Barco and Lawrence. In that fight, I intend to intervene in the name of Roman Dmitry."

stand tall.

Baron Romero's body stiffened.

He, who had been drinking tea until just now, looked at Roman with eyes that had turned wild.

"Do you know what that means?"

Yes.

"Did you even know such a thing? The war between Barco and Lawrence is a legal battle that has been approved by the central government. If you had been married to Lawrence's wife, you could have intervened in the war using your in-laws relationship as an excuse, but now we have no justification for it. If you are going to help Lawrence with a simple change of heart, stop thinking that could upset the family."

widely!

I put down the teacup strongly.

His trembling beard revealed Baron Romero's anger.

'I thought I had matured with my recent moves.'

intervention in war.

It's not a simple matter.

The central government is absolute in the Kingdom of Cairo, and fighting without a cause is a shortcut to hell.

Such is the world of nobility.

In the days of ordinary people, there was no problem in acting as one felt rather than for a cause, but from the standpoint of managing and operating a single territory, it was not possible.

As Roman said, the moment he intervenes in the war between Barco and Lawrence.

The aristocrats in the northeast area would cut off all exchanges with Dmitry at once, and in the worst case, the central government might send troops to subdue Dmitry.

At least it would have prevented Dmitry's fame and wealth from exacerbating the situation, but even so, it was a risky choice.

said Roman.

father. How does my father want me to live in the future?"

"What do you mean out of nowhere!"

"It is not simply a matter of change of heart for me to intervene in Barco's war. I've recently had an unfortunate experience. Anthony Barco, the eldest son of the Barco family, was jealous of me and Flora Lawrence's marriage and threatened them with some kind of incident. There is no evidence to prove to the father what happened that day. However, I had this thought. People say that Dmitry is the real power in the northeast, but Barco thinks we are already under their feet."

Roman's voice was calm.

The speed of speaking was moderate, and he emphasized the necessary parts.

it was weird

Roman Dmitry, who watched his son all his life.

With a strange atmosphere that tightens the heart of Baron Romero, he reversed the situation in which he had just expressed his anger at once.

"My father is a blacksmith. On the surface, he wants to establish himself as a nobleman, but in reality he has the power and wealth but does not do anything. You must be satisfied with the present. But my father's son, Roman Dmitry, is different. I hope for power, and I have no intention of acquiescing to anyone other than Barco to tarnish Dmitry's name in the future. Justification is enough. Just as Barco created a cause without Barco and declared the war on the territory, for those with power, the cause is just a game of words."

I looked up at my father.

new life.

I still feel like I'm floating in the open sea.

But what is certain is that even in a situation where he did not know what to do, the identity of Baek Joong-hyuk was the same.

To live a reigning life.

didn't look far

Not the end of the sea.

I saw an enemy in front of me, like a shark that appeared right in front of me.

I will destroy them.

It will rip off a shark's fin and drink its flesh and blood to prove it's still alive.

"I am not asking you to borrow the power of the family. I'm just telling my dad what I think, hoping he'll see what I'm doing. I am not Dmitry's eldest son. Roman Dmitry will intervene in Barco's conflict as an individual. So please watch. The steps I am showing from now on are the way I will live my life in the future."

It was a one-sided notice.

I don't even want my father's support

but.

At least I knew I needed tacit consent.

Roman knew the truth that his power came from Dmitry, and he did not try to ignore the truth.

acknowledged

To make the most of what you have.

Romero Dmitry, the consent of his father was required.

" Hmmm."

Baron Romero looked embarrassed.

Roman.

The sore finger was growing rapidly day by day.

With Roman's longing staring straight into his own eyes, Baron Romero knew it wasn't a problem he could control.

Roman has bloomed.

Roman, who was called Dmitry's jerk and lived like a dog, realized that he was born as a beast.

Actually.

I dreamed that one day this moment would come.

He is born with a low birth.

In the end, unlike himself, who was content with a small territory, the sons wanted to go beyond the limits of their status.

Silence lingered.

Baron Romero, who was silently looking at Roman, said with a determined expression.

"Do as you will. And if there's anything I can help with, tell me. You are my son, and I, Romero Dmitry, is the father of Roman Dmitry. No matter what you do, you are not fully responsible for it."

That was enough.

Father gave Roman what he wanted.

* * *

I didn't need my father's help.

As planned, I was going to handle it on my own, but if I got help, there was only one thing I needed.

It was a weapon to arm the soldiers.

30 soldiers.

You can't push them into battle with their bare body.

Since all material things, such as money paid to soldiers, come from his father, he said what he wanted honestly.

OK.

Baron Romero said he would be happy to help.

"Go to Hendrick, the master of the forge. If you say it is my request, I will support you with anything you say you need."

Master Blacksmith.

It was the symbol of the Dmitry family.

In the past, Baron Romero was the master of the smithy, handling all major issues, but Hendrick, with whom he worked as he received the title of nobility, succeeded.

Hendrick was a famous general known in Cairo.

Therefore, as the master of the Dmitry family, he was in charge of all iron crafting.

It was a man I wanted to meet once.

As soon as Roman broke up with his father, he headed straight to the forge, and soon after he heard a familiar sound.

Kaang!

Kang! Kang!

Dmitry's forge.

It was a space of deteriorating fire that revolved day and night.

The blacksmiths of the smithy were smashing the metal with their forearms wriggling with muscles, and such a landscape spread endlessly everywhere.

Dmitry's forge was the largest in the Cairo Kingdom.

Workshops where several blacksmiths can work at the same time are classified as one, and there were as many as 30 such workshops in a space called Blacksmith's Street.

It was great.

As to how Dmitry was able to amass such a fortune, the question was immediately resolved by looking at this space.

'The reason Dmitry is strong is that his wealth comes from his skills. The iron mine behind the estate has the largest reserves in the kingdom, and Dmitry's blacksmiths have the technology to sell the iron they mined at a high price. That's why the nobles in the northeastern part of the Cairo Kingdom never try to get along with Dmitry. Aside from being afraid of Dmitry's wealth, the fact that Dmitry's iron weapons are not supplied in the Kingdom of Cairo is a fatal problem in itself.'

moved a step

Some blacksmiths saw the figure of Roman.

Dmitry's eldest son appeared at the forge, but no one wanted to say hello to Roman first.

It wasn't a matter of reputation.

Regarding this, Baron Romero had something to say.

"Son. Dmitry's blacksmiths are proud of them. They are not the sort of person who will show blind loyalty just because you are born with Dmitry's last name. Basically, only those who can see iron and have the skills to handle it can truly earn the trust of blacksmiths."

For that reason.

Roman's brothers lived in the forge.

In particular, the second son was greedy for succession, and his passion was so great that he said that he would go to the master and learn the technique.

On the contrary.

Of course, while Roman was alive, he didn't even come near the forge.

Working with iron and crafts while sweating was hard labor, and it was not desirable for a nobleman who only wanted pleasure.

The blacksmith's coldness.

It was expected.

Roman walked without a word, and finally arrived at the target space.

tuk.

"Did you come to see me?"

Hendrick.

A dark-faced middle-aged man looked outside with a sweaty face.

And.

When he confirmed that the customer was Roman, he distorted his expression.

"Why are you coming here?"

Hendrick.

The master of the forge.

He judged humans into two categories.

Someone you like, someone you don't like.

And, of course, Roman Dmitry was included in the latter category, and also in the "very disliked opponent."

'What is this guy doing here?'

onetime.

There was a time when Roman was led by his father to the blacksmith.

Even then, Hendrik had been eager to teach Romero's eldest son, but he grew tired of Roman's whining noise every day that he did not want to do dirty work.

If it had ended like that, I wouldn't have hated it, but there was one decisive incident that came out of Hendrick's eyes.

that day.

Roman needed money.

Because his father forbade him with pocket money, he secretly went to a smithy in the name of earning money for entertainment.

And after stealing the sword Hendrik had worked so hard to make, which looked the best, he sold it to a street vendor at a bargain price.

Of course, for Hendrick, it was inevitable that he would explode.

Hendrick beats Roman mercilessly in front of Baron Romero, and then Baron Romero also stood by to touch the eldest son.

From that day on, Roman became the object of hatred for Hendrik, and he hated even talking to him.

blast furnace.

Hendrick, of course, did not show a good attitude at Roman's request for 30 soldiers.

"Those in the corner. Take your own among those. That would be enough for 30 armed men."

smithy corner.

There were piles of weapons and armor.

'Just because they're made of the same iron doesn't mean they're all good weapons and armor. That's a failure made by apprentice blacksmiths, but Roman Dmitry doesn't have an eye for good iron anyway. He's the kind of guy who will laugh because it feels good just to carry such failed works.'

I knew it was Baron Romero's request.

However.

Still, he didn't want to do anything good for Roman.

Still thinking of the day when he lost his masterpiece, he still wanted to blow Roman's cheek.

just like this

Handing over the garbage was the best thing he could do for Roman.

by nonsense.

Since he is Romero's son, I thought he would do just this.

"Are you telling me to take them?"

okay.

Roman looked at the condition of the items.

There was no need to look closely.

If it was the Roman Hendrick remembered, there would have been no problem, but the perspective of Roman, which contained the soul of Baek Joong-hyuk, was different.

said Roman.

"My father told me to go get some good weapons and armor to arm my soldiers with. By the way, is that the best thing for Master Hendrick?"

"Best thing is bullshit. If you're not satisfied with that, get out of the forge right now!

"Master Hendrick."

widely.

Roman picked up a sword.

Then, shining the day in the sky, he looked straight at Hendrick and said:

"It seems that the reputation that Dmitry iron is the best in Cairo is an illusion. To put out such garbage as the armed forces of the soldiers. Let me ask you again. Do you really think this is Hendrick's best?"

Sharp reaction.

That was an unexpected scenario for Hendrick.