CH 94

While the staff at the top of Holt were struggling with the draft of <Obelir Post>.

“It would be a great honor if His Highness Grand Duke Prause bought this mansion.”

Daniel, along with the butler Baron and Luke, were on a tour of a mansion in the capital that was up for sale.

‘Are you not satisfied with this fantastic terrace?’

As Daniel looked around the garden with his hands behind his back in an elegant appearance, the architect felt impatient.

This building was originally a mansion built ten years ago under the order of Count Vliette.

However, due to Count Vliette’s involvement with the fog of Fall, he did not receive the construction fee, and his reputation was also damaged.

‘But if the virtuous Grand Duke and Grand Duchess buy my masterpiece…!’

Fortunately, he heard something from Madame Siren, whom he had briefly chatted with the other day to match the tailcoat.

[“Grand Duke Prause, he’s more affectionate than rumors, If you ever get a chance to sell a building, be sure to mention the Grand Duchess.”]

The architect rubbed his palms together and started a deadly business.

“We have a very spacious and elegant bedroom. The ceiling is high and you can enjoy the wonderful lake.”

“I see.”

“I have heard that Her Highness the Grand Duchess loves lakes, so I highly recommend this mansion.”

Daniel only then showed interest and looked at the distant lake.

“A lake?”

“Yes. Who in the capital city doesn’t know the story of His Majesty the Emperor and the beautiful princess who used to walk by the lake in the backyard of the imperial palace?”

“….”

“Isn’t the picture of a good couple holding hands and having a picnic by the water very peaceful?”

Anyway, buying a mansion like this doesn’t have a big impact on Prause’s personal wealth.

Daniel pondered rationally for about three seconds before looking at Baron.

“Butler. Take one last look around to make sure it’s suitable for your employees.”

The architect was delighted because it was in fact an expression of intent to purchase.

It was a stroke of good fortune that he had used Frey’s influence within Prause to make the sale.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Baron tightened his lips to avoid revealing his joy and looked around the mansion with the architect.

‘I even felt an unknown grandeur in my chest.’

‘As Divine’s family members have always dreamed, Grand Duke Prause is finally entering capital politics.’

‘Would this have happened if Frey hadn’t come to the capital?’

A new respect for Frey Frause was born in the Baron’s heart.

Meanwhile, Luke, who was looking down at the garden from the terrace attached to the bedroom, had a question.

“Isn’t it too big for my lord to use it alone?”

Daniel was a practical man. He was not the kind of person who would want a needlessly spacious room with no reason or function to show off his authority.

To his question, Daniel answered by moving his gaze into the distance.

“Because I won’t be using it alone anymore.”

“Lord. Youngsters are already four years old… ah.”

Luke’s complexion brightened like a reporter who caught a news story.

“There is nothing that pleases the vassal Divine as much as the grand duke and his wife do for a hundred years.”

“Since when did you say you were so loyal to the Grand Duchess?”

Daniel sneered and looked around the spacious bedroom.

It was obvious that the Vliette family had spent quite a bit of money. In particular, the beautiful and delicate moldings on the walls seemed sure to catch Frey’s attention.

The bedroom was perfect.

There was only one thing he worries about, the future of Frey he saw.

[“Sorry. I don’t want anything to do with you, I’m just scared of the…rumors.”]

What kind of rumors did the future Frey reject himself?

The two words ‘rumor’ forced him to doubt Luke naturally.

“Luke. A rumor you spread a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

Luke’s heart skipped a beat when he thought of the attitude and behavior he had shown to Frey in the past.

“Lord, are you referring to the rumor I spread ‘complying to the duty of being a subordinate under my lord’s command’?”

“Never mind, what was it about?”

“That is…Well, His Highness the Duke is promiscuous with women…”

“….”

“But doesn’t Her Highness realize by now that it was just an innocent lie to protect the ladies?”

It was true. He had every right to be offended, but the misunderstanding was cleared up.

It was no reason for Frey to freak out in his bedroom.

Then…

“Luke. A knight was  consulting with me, by the way, he said that at night the woman he loves is terrified of him as if he were a monster.”

Daniel pretended it was someone else’s story and asked him for advice. But Luke’s reaction was a little different than he expected.

“That guy’s got lots of courage.”

“…?”

“He’s just bragging about how strong his back is, you know, at night.”

“….”

“Funny you should say that. If you’ve heard the rumors, you wouldn’t brag like that in front of the Grand Duke.”

“Rumor?”

Daniel glared at Luke with suspicion. Then he broke out in a sweat.

“That’s not what I paid attention to. Originally, rumors change according to the taste of those who talk.”

“My rumors too?”

“The vague rumor that the virtuous Grand Duke Prause actually has a promiscuous private life suits people’s taste too well. At first, it was a tyrant on the bed or something…”

After that, the nickname that came out of Luke’s mouth was truly terrifying.

Daniel’s expression darkened. Was Frey reacting that way because of the rumors that I treated women roughly?

‘Damn it. Even after seeing the future of Frey is leaving, what the hell did I do without correcting the rumor right away….’

Daniel really wanted to beat up his past self.

* * *

“Vikram, long time no see.”

I used the movement magic circle and moved to the palace of Prause at once.

During the day, the High Priestess decided to stay by my father’s side, so I was able to spend time relatively freely.

‘Because Daniel said he would help me find a mansion worth staying in for the time being.’

The butler Baron also seemed to be very positive about the purchase of the capital’s mansion, so things will go well.

I was thinking of making a plan with the genius magic slave so that my father would no longer have to use his Divine power unreasonably.

“It’s been a while, Her Highness the Grand Duchess…”

The Wizards, including Vikram, seemed to be in very poor condition.

“Are you okay? You didn’t touch the fog of Fall, right?”

“No. It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this while doing research, but I can’t just lay my hands on Magic and blow it up.”

“Does that mean you’re tired?”

I didn’t quite understand, so when I asked back, something like madness flickered in Vikram’s eyes.

“I mean this feeling… of throwing yourself, physically and mentally, into a research project makes my heart race.”

Could it be that he had an arrhythmia because he couldn’t sleep?

TL: arrhythmia is Improper beating of the heart, whether irregular, too fast, or too slow.

looked at the pile of coffee cups and stamina potions and added, “Take it”

Vikram then shook his head.

No. I do it because it’s fun.”

“Still, you shouldn’t be overworking yourself.”

“To make sure that your Highness does not fall down again to purify the jewels…oh, no.”

He muttered in his sleep, then rummaged through his drawers in exasperation.

The title of the heavy document that was soon handed over made my heart flutter.

[Introduction to Encryption and Automated Magic]

‘With this, I can process jewels myself without overdoing it.’

Now that divine power and magic can be contained in jewels, it was time to proceed with automation for convenience.

Of course, I also asked for strong encryption magic so that the method for changing the mineral’s properties would not be leaked.

‘Even if I don’t have great magic skills, I can create and input magic formulas.’

I was relieved to think that I no longer had to bear such things as ogre blood or gargoyle claws myself.

“Thank you, Vikram. After all, you are a genius, so you make it quickly.”

“….!”

Was my praise a burden?

Vikram hopped around like someone who had something broken, then brought another file and showed it to me.

Are you doing this because you want to hear you are more geniuses?’

I listened to the report, thinking that he was somehow like a child craving praise.

“I think we still need to do more research on the Fog of Fall.”

“Yes. Just in case you get into trouble in Zelon, keep a careful record of all your work, and always share your papers and documents with the High Priestess.”

“Alright. however…”

He showed me a document marked here and there with a red pen.

Transcendent.

Chosen children.

Prophecy Day.

“Here and here. No matter how much I look at the data, it seems that the Magic Tower is obsessed with transcendentalists.”

“Ah…That’s not good news.”

He continued, waving the glass flask lightly.

“It’s not clear yet, but the fog of Fall contained within strengthened the bodies of the undead monsters.”

“That’s right. I never thought they would make the monsters eat demonic energy.”

“Wizards are thinking that the fog of Fall can strengthen humans and their magical powers.”

‘Strengthen…’

I’m thinking of the undead monsters that have almost become monsters.

“The Magic Tower’s research on the fog of Fall must have been to strengthen Lydia’s power to cast magic on monsters and control other transcendents,” he added

“Then you will be able to become emperor with the support of the three Transcendentalists.”

“Yes, but I don’t think the research was easy. It is impossible to manipulate the transcendent by magic itself.”

Gelon was a family with a strong tendency towards perfectionism.

Tahar is perfect in lineage and origin, but he doesn’t have divine power, so he could have done something to cover up his flaws.

The legend of the three transcendents choosing an emperor was a myth.

“They’re probably looking for Young Master Damon and Arsene with a light in their eyes.”

I agree with Vikram.

then…

‘There is only one way. Raising children’s abilities to the maximum.’

And I knew how to do that.