“Everyone, is there anyone here who can fight Erne and win?”
The boy took a sip of wine.
“He died without even being able to get a fight, so aren’t the people here going to get killed with one blow?”
There was a hint of nervousness in his voice.
“But the Erne Rhineland is the most important of our plans...”
Bang bang bang.
The boy took a sip of wine.
“He died without even being able to get a fight, so aren’t the people here going to get killed with one blow?”
There was a hint of nervousness in his voice.
“But the Erne Rhineland is the most important of our plans...”
Bang bang bang.
The boy slammed the desk nervously.
“I explained to you several times that our plans have changed. I will make sure you eat well and live well, so just listen to me.”
“Priest, I have learned what you said.”
The uncomfortable dinner ended early. The boy's appetite had been spoiled by the old people's ramblings. The boy, who had come into the study, took out his anger by throwing the poor teacup.
'The old ones wouldn't listen to me, so I replaced them with younger ones, but they're all the same. Should I replace them with younger ones?'
The boy's worries deepened with irritation.
“Tell me.”
The man, who had been watching the boy break two expensive teacups in succession with a serious expression, quickly lowered his head.
“The person who makes and sells cosmetics and joint medicine is Judith Harrington.”
“Judith Harrington, where have I heard of her?”
“She is Erne Rhineland’s wife.”
"Ah."
The boy squeezed his eyes shut and opened them, then slumped down on the soft chair.
“There’s no way they would have leaked the recipe to someone else or a knight, and there’s even less chance they would have developed the cure on their own.”
The boy knocked on the table.
“If we look at the fact that the time the cure was released is similar to the time the guys were caught, it seems like they were making the cure in advance. This is a bit cheap.”
“I think I got my tail stepped on.”
"It had a long tail, so I knew it would get stepped on someday," the boy muttered.
“But how on earth did it come to be that Erne Rhineland stepped on your tail?”
That was an interesting point. A smile of interest appeared on the lips of the boy who had been irritated just a moment ago.
“I guess it’s fate since we keep getting entangled.”
“So, as the elders said.”
“No, no.”
The boy waved his hand.
“The most important thing for us is to eat well and live well. It’s not too late to start the business after that.”
Although the nuance was that he would capture Erne someday, everyone around the boy knew that the boy had no interest in Erne.
“Well, I can’t just sit still since we’ve become so entangled in this bad relationship. Oh, it’s a shame that they still have some fresh juice left in them.”
There was also a large city in the north. If they hadn't caught them, they could have made a big profit there too.
The boy kept clenching and unclenching his fist as if the gold coins he was holding in his hand had slipped out.
“Oh, how much work I put into making that nutritional cream and arthritis medicine. Don’t you know that when you shed tears in someone else’s eyes, tears of blood come out in my eyes?”
"Yes?"
“Oh, if you cut off someone else’s money, your own money will be cut off too. I’m going to tell Erne Rhineland about that right now. Buy one of those and bring it over.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That scented candle that Madame Erne Rhineland makes and sells.”
The search for the main group of Followers was inevitably put on hold for a while, as Cain's plans were disrupted by the death of the impostor.
But it wasn't like there was no income.
“There is one thing in common between the statements of the mediums of Roam and Purple Feathered. It is money. The priest boy seems to be blinded by money.”
The boy will continue to move for money, but it will not be a legal thing to do in the sun.
Cain's guess was that if he could track down the secret money transactions in the shadows, he would be able to catch the boy's tail.
“We need to create an environment where people can run wild with peace of mind.”
So, Erne, the 1st Knights, and the security forces all stopped chasing the Followers.
Instead, Cain was recruiting some of the most trustworthy back-alley merchants as informants.
Gelard was still investigating the purple-feathered medium, and Erne,
“Don’t bother me and go play. This is all to ease your burden.”
The stable was being repaired.
It wasn't like he was free to stop chasing the Followers for a while. There was a lot to fix in the mansion. Erne chose the most urgent one, the stables.
It was difficult for a single Gold to transport the endless supply of incense and remedies. Gold now began to run away at the sight of a cart.
The clever horse pulled the cart only once a day, and from the second time onwards it avoided the horse. No matter how fast Erne was, how could a human win against a horse?
Eventually, Erne, who had been pulling the cart with Henry, became determined to buy a beast of burden, whether a horse or an ox, to pull it.
“What are you talking about, not listening to me?”
Erne waved at Gold, who had not come when called upon while pulling the cart, but now came and rustled next to him after fixing the stable.
“Buy a white horse.”
“No, a black horse, a black horse.”
“That sounds nice, but I’d rather have a donkey since I have to pull a cart.”
Erne waved at the three children sitting over there watching him.
“You guys go over there too.”
Why is there no one to help fix the stable and everyone just watching and making a fuss?
“How old were you when you started riding, Sir Erne?”
“...Well. Ten years old?”
The children were not afraid of Erne, who was frowning, but rather bombarded him with questions.
“I’m ten years old too. Can I ride a horse too?”
“Sorry, but I was a head taller than you back then.”
“Tch.”
Milo pouted.
“Then, when I grow a head taller than you are now, can you teach me how to ride a horse?”
Vadim was a boy who never missed an opportunity. Erne, who had been hammering, sighed deeply. Of course, he was going to refuse. He had so much to do, and now he was teaching kids horseback riding.
But when he looked back and saw sparkling eyes filled with anticipation, he couldn't say no.
“...Look.”
It was a vague promise, but the kids all liked it. Erne suddenly recalled the first time he rode a horse. The joy he felt when he stood up on the horse's back came back to him vaguely.
It was a dark childhood, but there were times like that for him too. Moments when he wished his mother had seen him. Times when he couldn't help but be proud of himself even without saying anything. There weren't many, but there were still times.
There must be more for those children. Erne had seen Judith sometimes look at the children with a lonely look.
“I explained to you several times that our plans have changed. I will make sure you eat well and live well, so just listen to me.”
***
“Priest, I have learned what you said.”
The uncomfortable dinner ended early. The boy's appetite had been spoiled by the old people's ramblings. The boy, who had come into the study, took out his anger by throwing the poor teacup.
'The old ones wouldn't listen to me, so I replaced them with younger ones, but they're all the same. Should I replace them with younger ones?'
The boy's worries deepened with irritation.
“Tell me.”
The man, who had been watching the boy break two expensive teacups in succession with a serious expression, quickly lowered his head.
“The person who makes and sells cosmetics and joint medicine is Judith Harrington.”
“Judith Harrington, where have I heard of her?”
“She is Erne Rhineland’s wife.”
"Ah."
The boy squeezed his eyes shut and opened them, then slumped down on the soft chair.
“There’s no way they would have leaked the recipe to someone else or a knight, and there’s even less chance they would have developed the cure on their own.”
The boy knocked on the table.
“If we look at the fact that the time the cure was released is similar to the time the guys were caught, it seems like they were making the cure in advance. This is a bit cheap.”
“I think I got my tail stepped on.”
"It had a long tail, so I knew it would get stepped on someday," the boy muttered.
“But how on earth did it come to be that Erne Rhineland stepped on your tail?”
That was an interesting point. A smile of interest appeared on the lips of the boy who had been irritated just a moment ago.
“I guess it’s fate since we keep getting entangled.”
“So, as the elders said.”
“No, no.”
The boy waved his hand.
“The most important thing for us is to eat well and live well. It’s not too late to start the business after that.”
Although the nuance was that he would capture Erne someday, everyone around the boy knew that the boy had no interest in Erne.
“Well, I can’t just sit still since we’ve become so entangled in this bad relationship. Oh, it’s a shame that they still have some fresh juice left in them.”
There was also a large city in the north. If they hadn't caught them, they could have made a big profit there too.
The boy kept clenching and unclenching his fist as if the gold coins he was holding in his hand had slipped out.
“Oh, how much work I put into making that nutritional cream and arthritis medicine. Don’t you know that when you shed tears in someone else’s eyes, tears of blood come out in my eyes?”
"Yes?"
“Oh, if you cut off someone else’s money, your own money will be cut off too. I’m going to tell Erne Rhineland about that right now. Buy one of those and bring it over.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That scented candle that Madame Erne Rhineland makes and sells.”
***
The search for the main group of Followers was inevitably put on hold for a while, as Cain's plans were disrupted by the death of the impostor.
But it wasn't like there was no income.
“There is one thing in common between the statements of the mediums of Roam and Purple Feathered. It is money. The priest boy seems to be blinded by money.”
The boy will continue to move for money, but it will not be a legal thing to do in the sun.
Cain's guess was that if he could track down the secret money transactions in the shadows, he would be able to catch the boy's tail.
“We need to create an environment where people can run wild with peace of mind.”
So, Erne, the 1st Knights, and the security forces all stopped chasing the Followers.
Instead, Cain was recruiting some of the most trustworthy back-alley merchants as informants.
Gelard was still investigating the purple-feathered medium, and Erne,
“Don’t bother me and go play. This is all to ease your burden.”
The stable was being repaired.
It wasn't like he was free to stop chasing the Followers for a while. There was a lot to fix in the mansion. Erne chose the most urgent one, the stables.
It was difficult for a single Gold to transport the endless supply of incense and remedies. Gold now began to run away at the sight of a cart.
The clever horse pulled the cart only once a day, and from the second time onwards it avoided the horse. No matter how fast Erne was, how could a human win against a horse?
Eventually, Erne, who had been pulling the cart with Henry, became determined to buy a beast of burden, whether a horse or an ox, to pull it.
“What are you talking about, not listening to me?”
Erne waved at Gold, who had not come when called upon while pulling the cart, but now came and rustled next to him after fixing the stable.
“Buy a white horse.”
“No, a black horse, a black horse.”
“That sounds nice, but I’d rather have a donkey since I have to pull a cart.”
Erne waved at the three children sitting over there watching him.
“You guys go over there too.”
Why is there no one to help fix the stable and everyone just watching and making a fuss?
“How old were you when you started riding, Sir Erne?”
“...Well. Ten years old?”
The children were not afraid of Erne, who was frowning, but rather bombarded him with questions.
“I’m ten years old too. Can I ride a horse too?”
“Sorry, but I was a head taller than you back then.”
“Tch.”
Milo pouted.
“Then, when I grow a head taller than you are now, can you teach me how to ride a horse?”
Vadim was a boy who never missed an opportunity. Erne, who had been hammering, sighed deeply. Of course, he was going to refuse. He had so much to do, and now he was teaching kids horseback riding.
But when he looked back and saw sparkling eyes filled with anticipation, he couldn't say no.
“...Look.”
It was a vague promise, but the kids all liked it. Erne suddenly recalled the first time he rode a horse. The joy he felt when he stood up on the horse's back came back to him vaguely.
It was a dark childhood, but there were times like that for him too. Moments when he wished his mother had seen him. Times when he couldn't help but be proud of himself even without saying anything. There weren't many, but there were still times.
There must be more for those children. Erne had seen Judith sometimes look at the children with a lonely look.
Have you felt something similar, too?
Erne absentmindedly turned his head and looked at the mansion. Of course, Judith was not visible inside, but he could tell what she was doing without even looking.
Ready to move forward. That's what Judith always does.
“Mr. Beichi, the cure has run out.”
“So the medicine fell off.”
Judith and Beichi tried money as a cure. But as the cosmetics and arthritis medications got closer to a cure, sales of the cure plummeted.
It probably won't sell much in the future.
“When I looked at Sir Henry’s face, I could see that the scar was still slightly visible.”
It was supposed to be a cure, but it was a very strong medicine that you had to take or apply. If you continue to take strong medicine to get rid of the scar that remains, it will also become poisonous.
“And he often feels a fever in his face. Don’t other people experience similar symptoms?”
“That will happen.”
“So, what if we made the ointment milder? So that it would be okay to apply it every day.”
She had bought a lot of dragon fruit and cactus to make a cure. Judith had no intention of letting it sit in stock.
“That name is Moisture Soothing Cream.”
“...Since you’ve already named it, I guess I should make it.”
There was no choice.
“Mr. Beichi, you should have earned more money while you were young.”
“It’s comfortable to be old!”
At Judith's chant, Beichi now muttered the sentence, almost brainwashed.
“Actually, I have a milder version of arthritis medicine. My customers have said it works well for them in the past.”
While developing a treatment containing dragon and cactus this time, Beichi also developed a new arthritis medication.
“As expected, Mr. Beichi knows how to make money.”
Although that wasn't his intention, Beichi showed Judith the medicine he had made anyway. It was a thick ointment, but it was absorbed quickly and wasn't sticky when applied.
Judith sniffed. There was a faint, herbal scent.
“Let’s mix some mint in here.”
“Peppermint?”
“Yes, I think it would be better if it smelled more like medicine.”
I don't know if we can name him Pass, Judith shrugged.
“Should we just sell the incense as a set?”
"Yes?"
“They advertise that if you make a healthy-smelling candle and light it while applying your moisturizing cream, the effect will be doubled.”
“That’s a lie...”
Beichi, who had been talking up to that point, closed his mouth at Judith's gaze that sent silent pressure as if to say, 'Why would someone who knows this do this?' Judith coughed loudly.
In a previous life, she would have been subject to administrative punishment for exaggerated advertising, but here...
Well, whatever it was, the moment Judith was spurring on her new product, the good news was rushing towards her.
Erne absentmindedly turned his head and looked at the mansion. Of course, Judith was not visible inside, but he could tell what she was doing without even looking.
Ready to move forward. That's what Judith always does.
***
“Mr. Beichi, the cure has run out.”
“Don't say that, weak feet are great. We just don't need them anymore.”
Judith and Beichi tried money as a cure. But as the cosmetics and arthritis medications got closer to a cure, sales of the cure plummeted.
It probably won't sell much in the future.
“When I looked at Sir Henry’s face, I could see that the scar was still slightly visible.”
It was supposed to be a cure, but it was a very strong medicine that you had to take or apply. If you continue to take strong medicine to get rid of the scar that remains, it will also become poisonous.
“And he often feels a fever in his face. Don’t other people experience similar symptoms?”
“That will happen.”
“So, what if we made the ointment milder? So that it would be okay to apply it every day.”
She had bought a lot of dragon fruit and cactus to make a cure. Judith had no intention of letting it sit in stock.
“That name is Moisture Soothing Cream.”
“...Since you’ve already named it, I guess I should make it.”
There was no choice.
“Mr. Beichi, you should have earned more money while you were young.”
“It’s comfortable to be old!”
At Judith's chant, Beichi now muttered the sentence, almost brainwashed.
“Actually, I have a milder version of arthritis medicine. My customers have said it works well for them in the past.”
While developing a treatment containing dragon and cactus this time, Beichi also developed a new arthritis medication.
“As expected, Mr. Beichi knows how to make money.”
Although that wasn't his intention, Beichi showed Judith the medicine he had made anyway. It was a thick ointment, but it was absorbed quickly and wasn't sticky when applied.
Judith sniffed. There was a faint, herbal scent.
“Let’s mix some mint in here.”
“Peppermint?”
“Yes, I think it would be better if it smelled more like medicine.”
I don't know if we can name him Pass, Judith shrugged.
“Should we just sell the incense as a set?”
"Yes?"
“They advertise that if you make a healthy-smelling candle and light it while applying your moisturizing cream, the effect will be doubled.”
“That’s a lie...”
Beichi, who had been talking up to that point, closed his mouth at Judith's gaze that sent silent pressure as if to say, 'Why would someone who knows this do this?' Judith coughed loudly.
In a previous life, she would have been subject to administrative punishment for exaggerated advertising, but here...
Well, whatever it was, the moment Judith was spurring on her new product, the good news was rushing towards her.
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