Cardinal de Mare naturally thought that Ippolito would deny the story of Pawak.
Not because he had faith in his son, but because the devil's smoke was basically not even the kind of vice that a desk-sitting Cardinal could imagine.
However, the words that came out of his son's mouth were blue-sky and devastating.
"That's not going to be that bad."
The Cardinal's eyeball protruded from his eye socket just before he escaped. Ippolito checked his father's expression, but decided to just say it.
Bishop Bevich's report, which he had just glanced at, was unexpectedly detailed. And Ippolito actually smuggled and distributed pawak.
There was a lot of potential for something else to come out of it. Ippolito decided that it was better to leave it all now.
"It's all done between kids. If you don't, you won't be able to keep up. Even if I didn't do it anyway, others would've done it. What's wrong with taking a part in that?"
Ippolito was so steamy that he made excuses for himself.
His anger was not treated as humiliation, but as anger.
"Oh, I have to eat and live! You didn't even give me any money, so why are you doing this?"
"You bastard!!"
The Cardinal's belated roar echoed through his study.
"What the hell are you doing!!"
The Cardinal's eyes were filled with disbelief and dismay.
This was especially true because he had heard that "devil smoke" was a pagan magic trick that robbed people of their senses.
Bishop Bevich cleverly described ‘pawak’ in his report to Pope Louis as ‘a smoke used by pagans to create hallucinations during orgies held in honor of the evil spirits.’
Cardinal de Mare, who heard the story of Pope Louis, also had the same perception of Pawak.
Although Pawak is a powerful drug, it is a sedative and was not used for that purpose.
However, no one in the Holy City had ever participated in an orgy on the Moore Continent, and at the very least, it was an undeniable fact that Paeak was an item that came from deep within the Moore Continent.
A new false notoriety was created, layered on top of a grain of truth.
The Cardinal was furious.
“The devil’s smoke! You didn’t even sell it openly, you secretly mixed it in at the beginning of the year?!”
The Cardinal thought it was possible that his child would get into a fist fight with a friend at school or even get caught cheating.
He thought that there could be petty theft, excessive gambling to pass the time, or even cruelty shown to people of different classes, such as touching maids or beating up subordinates.
But the idea of spreading a pagan drug that would cripple a healthy person on the good citizens of San Carlo was beyond his ability to tolerate, and it was beyond the scope of what he would have considered his own child's sin, even in his dreams.
Now, in the Cardinal's eyes, Ippolito did not seem like his son, but something quite alien.
But for Ippolito, Pawak was just an everyday thing.
For the wealthy foreign student-turned-lumpen, anything from the Moore Continent, hallucinations, addictions, smoke, and secrets were the magic words that got them excited.
“Oh, you really are acting like an old fart!”
Ippolito grew even angrier. He felt that his father's rusticity had given him something to be angry about.
“Pawak, doing that once or twice won’t make you an idiot, it’s just something that makes you feel better! You old man who doesn’t even know anything and is talking big...!!”
If it had been the former Cardinal de Mare, he would have decided on the disposal of Ippolito based on political and economic considerations.
For him, emotional evaluation of the object followed slowly and later.
Last weekend, Pope Louis XIV demanded that Cardinal de Mare explain his accusations of distributing the devil's smoke and bribing.
So, it was actually right for the Cardinal to act mechanically.
What he would have done in the past would have been to publicly declare that he had kicked Ippolito out of the house, or to strike him off the family register and cut off his tail.
But it was mainly Lucrezia's absence, and to some extent the new relationship he was developing with his second daughter, that affected him.
The wife who always wanted more, higher, more, and made her a noble lady who would not be inferior to anyone, was the main culprit who took away Cardinal de Mare's leisure.
The Cardinal could not afford to make a single mistake if he was going to grant her what she wanted.
Since they had to perform beyond what they had, generosity was just a luxury.
But ironically, after the woman he loved disappeared, the Cardinal had time to reflect on his feelings.
Even though the papal office was right in front of him, he could not afford to rush forward like a racehorse with a blindfold on. Instead, a little space and human interaction came into his place.
In the space created thanks to this, the feeling the Cardinal felt when he saw his son, Ippolito, today was... disgust.
“And you still call yourself a human being?!”
No faith, no morals, no self-reflection. Even a street urchin who sacrificed everything for food would be better than this.
No, Cardinal de Mare, when he was a street urchin, was definitely a nicer person than this guy.
This was the result of shattering his expectations for his only son.
However, the foolish Ippolito reacted one-dimensionally to the question, "Are you a human bastard?"
"Human bastard? Am I a human cub, then an animal cub?"
"What?"
"It's your child that you raised, so are you a beast?"
Ippolito couldn't resist and started to go out more and more.
"Yes, my mother is also a beast!"
"Ugh!"
Lucrezia's story made the Cardinal clutch his chest. Ippolito yelled like a madman.
"It's all because of you, it's all because of you!"
The Cardinal gasped for breathlessness.
While his father was breathing heavily, Ippolito poured out the excuses he had been accumulating for himself like a rage.
He gave it all to Marco in the harbor! While washing his hands, he robbed everything from the inventory of Pawak to the warehouse by the pier, so how could his father do this to him?
"I came from the organization, I came out of the organization!! If you didn't want me to touch you like that, you could take it off in advance, or you could kill my crying mother and throw it all away, so why are you doing this now!!"
In his opinion, his peaceful life should have been ensured by Cardinal de Mare until the end.
His father was just protecting himself because he couldn't fulfill his responsibilities, but this kind of criticism was ridiculous.
"You drove it all to that sissy! No title, no property, no family!"
The Cardinal, who came to his senses belatedly, retorted. He felt desperate.
"I didn't give her the title! She won it on her own!"
Ippolito, I said it with the feeling that you had a chance to go the right way. However, Ippolito did not understand his father's feelings at all.
"Even if your mouth is crooked, let us speak straight! The King was just a woman, so she didn't give it to her for free!"
There are many aspects to the phenomenon.
Leo III's knighthood to Ariadne was a prelude to making her his Queen, so Ippolito was partly right.
However, Ariadne was able to rise to that position only thanks to her own strength.
However, Ippolito stuck only to the most comforting aspects of himself.
"During the Black Death, she loosened the crops and nursed them!"
"When did my father give me a chance to do that?!"
Ipolito believed that Ariadne was able to hoard grain just before the Great Plague because she had the hostess's seal instead of Lucrezia's.
It was a top secret to borrow money by entrusting the heart of the deep blue sea as collateral, so it was possible.
"That's why I sent you to Padua!"
"There are more than fifty San Carlo kids at the Padua Military School!"
Ippolito's true intentions came out. He didn't mind going to college to learn something and prove himself.
Honor and authority were freely given to him. He felt that his father had put him to the test, and that it symbolized a lack of trust.
"With that lukewarm support, I have to be the best at home? Do better than Ariadne's sissy? Wealth and influence are abundant in the house, but supporting me only means that you don't care about me!"
Ippolito was full of anger and cursed at his father.
"I tried to do it, I did! Why do you keep urging me? Can't you wait for me to relax? Why can't you wait for me to finish my studies and hand over the title to her?"
"Even if it's not my decision!"
"Lies! Who can trust you!"
He put his upper body against his father as if he was going to hit him and growled.
"You could have told His Majesty the King to postpone the conferral of the title! You didn't want to give it to me, so you just let it go with the flow!"
Cardinal de Mare grabbed the back of his neck. It was so ridiculous that he didn't know where to start to refute it.
"You didn't want to save my mom either, so you just let it go! How did you kill my mom and now do this to me and Isabella, who are your children?!"
"Hey, I...!"
"Because you never raised us! I always put it off to my mom, did you care about us?!"
The Cardinal didn't have the energy to say anything anymore. He just closed his eyes tightly and put his hand on the back of his head.
Just before his trembling veins burst with rage, a savior appeared.
Bang!
When she heard that Ippolito had appeared at home, Ariadne came straight to his study.
"Let's see the real thing!"
Ariadne had already been furious before entering the room.
She recently received a very unpleasant letter from Bishop Bevich of the Diocese of Chiriani.
While checking the health status of the parishioners in the Diocese of Chiriani, she noticed that unsavory tobacco was circulating, and she was asked to explain whether the trafficking of tobacco contributed to the formation of her wealth.
If it were just that, she would have snorted and ignored it. The bishop of the diocese of Chiriani had no power to force her to do anything.
Moreover, all San Carlo knew that her wealth had been accumulated by harvesting grain during the Great Plague.
The problem was that the seal of the Pope was stamped under the official letter.
Ariadne, who belatedly realized the reason why Pope Ludovico had moved to Palazzio Carlo, wrote a letter of explanation in a double bath.
And the culprit of all this, the Ippolito cuckoo, was in front of her.
"Put down your hand right now."
Ariadne pointed out Ippolito's arrogant and irreverent attitude.
He had raised his hand as if he was about to lunge at the Cardinal. Ippolito was furious.
"Where are you talking about adults, but you have a little bit of a!"
It was unpleasant for her sister to see him being scolded. But Ariadne didn't blink an eye.
Unlike the Cardinal, she had been tormented by Ipolito since she was a child, and she had come to the conclusion that she didn't need to listen to him seriously.
In the past, she would have said, 'Do you raise your hand to an adult?' she would have asked. But she didn't waste her energy on such useless things.
"Stop blaming your parents for all the hardships in your life. When you graduate from college, you're cuckoo."
Not because he had faith in his son, but because the devil's smoke was basically not even the kind of vice that a desk-sitting Cardinal could imagine.
However, the words that came out of his son's mouth were blue-sky and devastating.
"That's not going to be that bad."
The Cardinal's eyeball protruded from his eye socket just before he escaped. Ippolito checked his father's expression, but decided to just say it.
Bishop Bevich's report, which he had just glanced at, was unexpectedly detailed. And Ippolito actually smuggled and distributed pawak.
There was a lot of potential for something else to come out of it. Ippolito decided that it was better to leave it all now.
"It's all done between kids. If you don't, you won't be able to keep up. Even if I didn't do it anyway, others would've done it. What's wrong with taking a part in that?"
Ippolito was so steamy that he made excuses for himself.
His anger was not treated as humiliation, but as anger.
"Oh, I have to eat and live! You didn't even give me any money, so why are you doing this?"
"You bastard!!"
The Cardinal's belated roar echoed through his study.
"What the hell are you doing!!"
The Cardinal's eyes were filled with disbelief and dismay.
This was especially true because he had heard that "devil smoke" was a pagan magic trick that robbed people of their senses.
Bishop Bevich cleverly described ‘pawak’ in his report to Pope Louis as ‘a smoke used by pagans to create hallucinations during orgies held in honor of the evil spirits.’
Cardinal de Mare, who heard the story of Pope Louis, also had the same perception of Pawak.
Although Pawak is a powerful drug, it is a sedative and was not used for that purpose.
However, no one in the Holy City had ever participated in an orgy on the Moore Continent, and at the very least, it was an undeniable fact that Paeak was an item that came from deep within the Moore Continent.
A new false notoriety was created, layered on top of a grain of truth.
The Cardinal was furious.
“The devil’s smoke! You didn’t even sell it openly, you secretly mixed it in at the beginning of the year?!”
The Cardinal thought it was possible that his child would get into a fist fight with a friend at school or even get caught cheating.
He thought that there could be petty theft, excessive gambling to pass the time, or even cruelty shown to people of different classes, such as touching maids or beating up subordinates.
But the idea of spreading a pagan drug that would cripple a healthy person on the good citizens of San Carlo was beyond his ability to tolerate, and it was beyond the scope of what he would have considered his own child's sin, even in his dreams.
Now, in the Cardinal's eyes, Ippolito did not seem like his son, but something quite alien.
But for Ippolito, Pawak was just an everyday thing.
For the wealthy foreign student-turned-lumpen, anything from the Moore Continent, hallucinations, addictions, smoke, and secrets were the magic words that got them excited.
“Oh, you really are acting like an old fart!”
Ippolito grew even angrier. He felt that his father's rusticity had given him something to be angry about.
“Pawak, doing that once or twice won’t make you an idiot, it’s just something that makes you feel better! You old man who doesn’t even know anything and is talking big...!!”
If it had been the former Cardinal de Mare, he would have decided on the disposal of Ippolito based on political and economic considerations.
For him, emotional evaluation of the object followed slowly and later.
Last weekend, Pope Louis XIV demanded that Cardinal de Mare explain his accusations of distributing the devil's smoke and bribing.
So, it was actually right for the Cardinal to act mechanically.
What he would have done in the past would have been to publicly declare that he had kicked Ippolito out of the house, or to strike him off the family register and cut off his tail.
But it was mainly Lucrezia's absence, and to some extent the new relationship he was developing with his second daughter, that affected him.
The wife who always wanted more, higher, more, and made her a noble lady who would not be inferior to anyone, was the main culprit who took away Cardinal de Mare's leisure.
The Cardinal could not afford to make a single mistake if he was going to grant her what she wanted.
Since they had to perform beyond what they had, generosity was just a luxury.
But ironically, after the woman he loved disappeared, the Cardinal had time to reflect on his feelings.
Even though the papal office was right in front of him, he could not afford to rush forward like a racehorse with a blindfold on. Instead, a little space and human interaction came into his place.
In the space created thanks to this, the feeling the Cardinal felt when he saw his son, Ippolito, today was... disgust.
“And you still call yourself a human being?!”
No faith, no morals, no self-reflection. Even a street urchin who sacrificed everything for food would be better than this.
No, Cardinal de Mare, when he was a street urchin, was definitely a nicer person than this guy.
This was the result of shattering his expectations for his only son.
However, the foolish Ippolito reacted one-dimensionally to the question, "Are you a human bastard?"
"Human bastard? Am I a human cub, then an animal cub?"
"What?"
"It's your child that you raised, so are you a beast?"
Ippolito couldn't resist and started to go out more and more.
"Yes, my mother is also a beast!"
"Ugh!"
Lucrezia's story made the Cardinal clutch his chest. Ippolito yelled like a madman.
"It's all because of you, it's all because of you!"
The Cardinal gasped for breathlessness.
While his father was breathing heavily, Ippolito poured out the excuses he had been accumulating for himself like a rage.
“If you had waited, I would have done it all. I washed my hands of the Pawak deal, why now?!”
"I came from the organization, I came out of the organization!! If you didn't want me to touch you like that, you could take it off in advance, or you could kill my crying mother and throw it all away, so why are you doing this now!!"
In his opinion, his peaceful life should have been ensured by Cardinal de Mare until the end.
His father was just protecting himself because he couldn't fulfill his responsibilities, but this kind of criticism was ridiculous.
"You drove it all to that sissy! No title, no property, no family!"
The Cardinal, who came to his senses belatedly, retorted. He felt desperate.
"I didn't give her the title! She won it on her own!"
Ippolito, I said it with the feeling that you had a chance to go the right way. However, Ippolito did not understand his father's feelings at all.
"Even if your mouth is crooked, let us speak straight! The King was just a woman, so she didn't give it to her for free!"
There are many aspects to the phenomenon.
Leo III's knighthood to Ariadne was a prelude to making her his Queen, so Ippolito was partly right.
However, Ariadne was able to rise to that position only thanks to her own strength.
However, Ippolito stuck only to the most comforting aspects of himself.
“Yes, I'll give in a hundred times, she'll serve, I'll serve, but she's the only one who had a chance to appear before the king, because she's a woman!”
"When did my father give me a chance to do that?!"
Ipolito believed that Ariadne was able to hoard grain just before the Great Plague because she had the hostess's seal instead of Lucrezia's.
It was a top secret to borrow money by entrusting the heart of the deep blue sea as collateral, so it was possible.
“It's a woman's job, you don't let me touch the house, you don't take me around and arrange for me to work outside, you tie my hands and feet together!”
"There are more than fifty San Carlo kids at the Padua Military School!"
Ippolito's true intentions came out. He didn't mind going to college to learn something and prove himself.
Honor and authority were freely given to him. He felt that his father had put him to the test, and that it symbolized a lack of trust.
"With that lukewarm support, I have to be the best at home? Do better than Ariadne's sissy? Wealth and influence are abundant in the house, but supporting me only means that you don't care about me!"
Ippolito was full of anger and cursed at his father.
"I tried to do it, I did! Why do you keep urging me? Can't you wait for me to relax? Why can't you wait for me to finish my studies and hand over the title to her?"
"Even if it's not my decision!"
"Lies! Who can trust you!"
He put his upper body against his father as if he was going to hit him and growled.
"You could have told His Majesty the King to postpone the conferral of the title! You didn't want to give it to me, so you just let it go with the flow!"
Cardinal de Mare grabbed the back of his neck. It was so ridiculous that he didn't know where to start to refute it.
"You didn't want to save my mom either, so you just let it go! How did you kill my mom and now do this to me and Isabella, who are your children?!"
"Hey, I...!"
"Because you never raised us! I always put it off to my mom, did you care about us?!"
The Cardinal didn't have the energy to say anything anymore. He just closed his eyes tightly and put his hand on the back of his head.
Just before his trembling veins burst with rage, a savior appeared.
Bang!
When she heard that Ippolito had appeared at home, Ariadne came straight to his study.
"Let's see the real thing!"
Ariadne had already been furious before entering the room.
She recently received a very unpleasant letter from Bishop Bevich of the Diocese of Chiriani.
While checking the health status of the parishioners in the Diocese of Chiriani, she noticed that unsavory tobacco was circulating, and she was asked to explain whether the trafficking of tobacco contributed to the formation of her wealth.
If it were just that, she would have snorted and ignored it. The bishop of the diocese of Chiriani had no power to force her to do anything.
Moreover, all San Carlo knew that her wealth had been accumulated by harvesting grain during the Great Plague.
The problem was that the seal of the Pope was stamped under the official letter.
Ariadne, who belatedly realized the reason why Pope Ludovico had moved to Palazzio Carlo, wrote a letter of explanation in a double bath.
And the culprit of all this, the Ippolito cuckoo, was in front of her.
"Put down your hand right now."
Ariadne pointed out Ippolito's arrogant and irreverent attitude.
He had raised his hand as if he was about to lunge at the Cardinal. Ippolito was furious.
"Where are you talking about adults, but you have a little bit of a!"
It was unpleasant for her sister to see him being scolded. But Ariadne didn't blink an eye.
Unlike the Cardinal, she had been tormented by Ipolito since she was a child, and she had come to the conclusion that she didn't need to listen to him seriously.
In the past, she would have said, 'Do you raise your hand to an adult?' she would have asked. But she didn't waste her energy on such useless things.
"Stop blaming your parents for all the hardships in your life. When you graduate from college, you're cuckoo."
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