Chapter 17

Translator: Lay

Raw Provider: Ani

Celtic was startled and checked Gail's breathing. Fortunately, he was alive. Celtic could not hide his embarrassment.

"You mean the special hot milk of Bell Family, is a poison pill?"

"What do you mean? It's a mixture of milk and Belshan. A sip will warm you up. There's nothing like this for warming up." Jedis, who was responding in a ridiculous tone, added as if she had forgotten. "Of course, there are quite a few people who have drunk it and went in the front of the river, so the word poison is not entirely wrong."

Celtic groaned at Jedis' unopposed answer.

He heard that after a sip, the river is in front of his eyes, so it has a nickname, "The underwater". The strong Belshan shippers were also famous in the system. And it was also famous for being severely restricted due to its venom.

"Lady Jedis... Where did you get the Belshan shipper?"

"As a result, everyone is happy, so don't worry about the little things."

Jedis was easygoing.

"Sir Gail is ready to rest, and Lord Celtic is free from his nagging."

"Nagging..." (Celtic)

"It sounded like nagging and venting on my ears." (Jedis)

Jedis sat across from Celtic.

"By all means, if Lord Gaio is right, Her Imperial Highness will be in a very awkward position." (Jedis/

Jedis, who held her knees and raised her chin, was stunned by Celtic's perplexing gaze. He thought she wanted to do speak about it but he just let it slide. As a gentleman, Celtic pretended not to see the lady's inappropriate behavior. So, instead of expressing embarrassment, Jedis spoke shamelessly.

"The one who is getting more attention because she owns Rowenthal's last line of blood did that. How embarrassing she have been struck by political turmoil due to unintended events... ."

Jedis covered her mouth with her hand, as if surprised by her own words. She stared into the air, then waved a couple of hands in front of Gail's eyes, she looked back at the showy Celtic.

"Sir Celtic, what about the reconstruction of the family of the mastermind of the rebellion?"

"Why do you ask me that all of a sudden?"

"Is it a national secret? Then you don't have to answer."

"That's not true."

Celtic thought for a moment and answered gently.

"We confiscate half of them from the imperial family and distribute some of them to those who have contributed to the suppression of the rebellion. And the remaining half will be inherited according to the inheritance law."

Is this explanation enough? The look on Jedis' face made it seem that it was not.

"Most of the rebellions are so easy for everyone in the family that noble titles and properties are often handed around in a far-off way. Since all the major aristocrats are of distant descent, the inheritance ranking is similar, and there are many problems in the distribution process."

"Then what about this one? Rowenthal's rebellion."

"It is the same this time, so I heard that you are still struggling with the division problem. I don't know how the game will change in the future because of the Princess' affairs."

Jedis came up with a rather absurd story.

"When Count Bulberdak's uprising broke out in 225, the Count's younger brother made a contribution to suppressing the rebellion and became the next Count Bulberdak." (Jedis)

Jedis frowned, gathering eyebrows a little, as if stuttering memories.

"In 366, when the Marquis Milcota revolt broke out, a direct newborn who was five years old and was unable to join the revolt, succeeded the Marquis. The stigma of being a descendant of a traitor was inevitable, but it's good to be alive." (Jedis)

Celtic admired a little.

"Neither case is widely known, but you are well aware of it. Well-informed in history." (Celtic)

"Sometimes... Anyway. Anyway, in both cases, a close relative or immediate family will inherited it." (Jedis)

Jedis said that, glaring at Gale and silenced. Celtic felt anxious about the silence. Finally, Jedis opened her mouth.

"Sir Tristan was not involved in treason." (Jedis)

"Wait, it doesn't make sense." (Celtic)

Celtic fully understood what Jedis was trying to say. And at the same time, he thought what Jedis was trying to say was totally unreasonable.

"Lady Jedis, are you telling me that Tristan has the right to inherit Rowenthal? That's ridiculous...."

Is that nonsense?

Celtic doubted.

"It wasn't me who made no sense, it was no other than the other nobleman."

Celtic noticed that the other nobleman that Jedis spoke of was Aurest.

And she said it before the princess' escort, in front of the prince's knight, Celtic, and he expressed his respect in his heart for the fearlessness of saying, "the crown prince had been unreasonable."

Jedis glanced at Gail, who was still dozing off, and spoke with a low voice.

"Sir Tristan is a hero of Tantal, who has never given up on treason and has made several contributions on the Western Front. Lord Tristan had to live as a deposition of Rowenthal, under the stigma of the blood of sinners."

For Tristan, the blood of the traitor, the Lord's path was hard on either side. Jedis had a little sympathy for Tristan.

"The Crown Prince was treated just like a mutiny because he brought in the old-fashioned regent. That the rebellion punishments are hanging."

Jedis looked disturbed.

"But the execution of Tristan's sentence has been delayed indefinitely because of her capture." (Jedis)

"And I had a second thought a while ago." (Celtic)

"That's right. They'll reduce the sentence based on the credit and post-war circumstances of Tristan Rowenthal. And Tristan signed the slave document." (Jedis)

"That's why he can't. He's a slave to Her Imperial Highness." (Celtic)

"Under the imperial law, it is not impossible for slaves or criminals to inherit property. The slave's property goes back to the owner, so it has no meaning to belong to it." (Jedis)

Jedis remained silent as it was. Celtic stuttered.

"So Lady Jedis, who is saying that Tristan is entitled to inherit the property of Rowenthal, and that it should be returned to Her Highness the Imperial Lady, the owner of Tristan?"

The lady-in-waiting murmured.

"Just... I meant that the Imperial Highness could do such a an argument."

If it wasn't for today, half of Rowenthal's remaining wealth was torn apart, it must have returned to the bloody nobles. However, as long as the princess sat in the seat of Rowenthal, somebody will think of the only direct line.

The Princess can claim ownership of Rowenthal's property with Tristan. Perhaps even the ranks and territories...

'The princess is very lucky. She accidentally got a big one.'

Looking at Gail, who is still fainting, to the fortunes of Rowenthal, who will return to her. Jedis, who was thinking about it, felt a strange sense of incongruity.

Is it really a coincidence?

But Jedis Bell decided not to think more about this.

In any case, she was only a lady-in-waiting looking after the princess.

***

Laius was gazing far away with his chin up. It was an open secret that the Emperor had lost his attention to state affairs since the Rowenthal's rebellion and Vathorlia Rowenthal's execution.

Rumors that in the near future, Laius would step down from the throne and Aurest would rise to the throne were quietly circulating among the people who went in and out of the palace. No matter how covertly it was, the rumors of the imperial palace would go into the emperor's ears, but the emperor remained unresponsive.

Eventually, the rumors solidified as if it were true.

Aurest, who noticed this series of trends more than anyone else, did not miss the opportunity.

He had already acted as if he has the emperor's crown on his head, and the center of the meeting naturally shifted to Aurest. It was the emperor who announced the beginning and end of the meeting, but the crown prince led the meeting.

But today's Aurest was not a young power and a wild rascal who, like a storm on the sea, led his lieutenants through them.

The violent jerk was busy explaining this and that to the smiling princess, so he couldn't stop listening to his lieutenants. Laius was still looking far away. Since the two top decision makers are like this, the meeting could not have been carried out properly.

The Marquis of Durak suggested an early closing.

Aurest is like a fool who liked the idea, and Laius allowed the inertia¹. The door to the conference room opened.

The Marquis of Durak glanced at the back of his step niece and his nephew's terribly cherished sister. From the look of the direction, they seemed to be headed for the Crown Prince's palace.

"What on earth did His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince think that he dared to take Her Imperial Highness in Rowenthal's seat?" The Military Chief, the Marquis of Bloomlordin, clicked his tongue. Confirming that the prince is completely distant.

The Marquis of Durak warned such a military chief.

"It's not the prince, but the princess. It would be better to pay attention to the title. Marquis of Bloomlordrin."

"That's why it's the maid's daughter."

"She is the nourishment of the Crown Prince. She is His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince's dear sister."

The Marquis of Bloombordin was blatantly disdainful.

"It's a bitch who makes a fool of the Crown Prince."

"I didn't say just now that I think you should pay attention to the title. One mistake is enough."

The Marquis of Durak once again gave caution, but the Chief of Military Forces completely ignored Marquis of Durak's words.

"So the Marquis Durak knows what he's thinking? How can you make Rowenthal's seat a seat in the audience like a princess? She must know what that seat is!"

"If you were so curious about it, why don't you ask His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince before the conference begins? It is not like this to me now."

'Why are you so mad at me for what the Crown Prince have done?'

At the euphemism of the Marquis of Durak, the Marquis of Bloombordin shut his mouth. Next to Aurest, who was the last to enter the conference room, stood a tawny woman. The lieutenants were not enough to bring the princess to the conference room, but they were inwardly committed to having her sit in Rowenthal's seat.

However, even in the conference room, he could not dare to resist the use of a sword.

So the lieutenants stared at the Crown Prince's father.

The emperor looked at the face of his daughter and son and stared into the air of the road.

The second place the lieutenants looked at was the Crown Prince's uncle.

Marquis Durak only looked at the foreign tea with his arms crossed. The lieutenants gave up.

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[1] Laius allowed the inertia.: It is literally the inertia which is the law of inertia... But I think it means Laius just followed the flow of their meeting.