<h4>Chapter 29</h4>


    Lombardy’s office in the mansion.


    Heavy air that seemed to be unable to breathe was filling the interior of the office like a crush.


    It was a feeling of destion that the culprit would want to turn back and run out again as soon as he stepped into this ce.


    It was Lk Lombardy, sitting at the desk in the mansion offices, creating such a terrifying atmosphere.


    Lk, who was nicknamed ’The Lion of Lombardy’ when he was younger, grew deeper and heavier as he got older.


    Now, he was angry like a thunderbolt, but when he was deeply troubled like today, the overbearing appearance reappeared.


    Lk was looking at the statue of Natalia, his wife, on the window.


    It was a bust given by her granddaughter, Florentia, as a present.


    He always enjoyed it with longing and affection for his wife, but it was a little different nowadays.


    "Natalia..."


    Lk gave the deceased wife a low name.


    "We should have been a bit more strict parents."


    Viese was the first son of both couples.


    On top of that, there was Shan, the eldest daughter, but since childhood, she was a child who couldn’t reach his hands.


    For this reason, Viese, who has a child-like ident and a naughty side, took the couple’s affection, especially Natalia’s attention.


    And that was the problem.


    It was toote when he realized that something was wrong with Viese’s growing figure.


    The Lambrew Empire was mostly a society of thorough first-born session.


    Viese recognized it at a very early age.


    However, from generation to generation, Lombardy was a family that gave priority to the individual’s abilities over the firstborn and seeded to the main office.1


    As Lk got older and his children grew older, his worries deepened.


    If he had the right children, he wanted him to take over the Lord’s job and take a break from tomorrow, but there was no right person.


    Not long ago, he showed this feeling to her eldest daughter, Shan, but her daughter’s answer was cold.


    "I’ve seen how many things my father carries on his back, the longest I’ve seen among the brothers. And I don’t intend to live that kind of life. Father."


    Lk was forced tough bitterly and nod his head.


    No matter how much is given, if you don’t want it, it bes a terrible chair with thorns.


    Not too long ago, Viese made another big mistake.


    Viese, who is in charge of managing Lombardy-owned real estate in the central region of the Empire, sold thend to a nobleman close to him at an excessively low price.


    The problem was that thend had been told that iron ore had been buried steadily.


    Knowing that Viese sold thend for his external influence.


    Fortunately, from the beginning, it was considered a small mine, so the financial damage was not so great.


    However, it was only this time that Lk knew for sure.


    That Viese can forsake Lombardy’s interests for his own personal gain.2


    When the thoughts reached that point, it was time to finally see a big sigh out of Lk’s mouth.


    <h4>Thutk.</h4>


    The sound of a small knock tickled his ears.


    "Who are you?"


    Lk asked at an unfamiliar knock.


    "Grandfather! This is Tia!"


    "...Tia?"


    A cheerful, loud voice replied outside the door.


    Surprised, Lk got up from his seat and opened the door directly.


    "Grandpa!"


    Florentia, whose face looked like a flower on both cheeks, smiled wide as she looked at Lk.


    "Hey, our Tia is here!"


    And at the same time, the heavy air that was squeezing the office and Lk flew away in no time.


    He hugged the little granddaughter who ran in and hugged his leg,ughing at Lk.


    "Kaah!"


    A smile on Lk’s face continued at the sound of Florentia’sughter.


    It was hard to think he is the same person who had been serious a while ago.


    "Are you busy with your jobs grandfather?"


    Florentia asked.


    "I am not very busy. Why is it happening?"


    To Lk’s question, Florentia energetically replied.


    "Please write a letter of rmendation, Grandpa!"


    "Letter of rmendation?"


    "Yeah!"


    Lk tilted his head for a moment, then put Florentia down on the sofa.


    When Gahan and her granddaughter visited the office together, Florentia always had the ce to sit.


    After a while, cookies and juice were ced on the table.


    Looking at it for a moment, Florentia quickly bites into arge cookie.


    It was too casual foring to receive a letter of rmendation from Lord.


    ’It’s an eight-year-old child, to know what.’


    Lk bruised at himself and smiled at his granddaughter.


    "Is it delicious?"


    "Yes! It’s sweet!"


    Lk stroked Florentia’s head in an unspoiled appearance.


    "Yes, write a letter of rmendation?"


    Probably, it seemed that she didn’t know well, but it wasn’t a simple thing toe and ask for a letter of rmendation from the Lord.


    Receiving a letter of rmendation stamped with the seal of Lord, in a word, meant receiving full support from Lombardy.


    It also said that if anything happened to him, Lombardy would intervene.


    "It couldn’t be yours, who was it for?"


    "It’s Estira! She is a student of Dr. O’Malley, and she says she wants to go to the Imperial Academy to do research. Herbology!"


    "Then she should get a rmendation from Dr. O’Malley."


    "Dr. O’Malley has already given a rmendation letter to another no..., another person...."


    Probably, Florentia was looking for the grandfather who would do this purely because he wanted to help the child.


    Lk seemed to be warming up once again.


    However, the letter of rmendation from the Lord is still.


    What was left now was how to burn well without hurting the granddaughter’s heart.


    "But Florentia. This grandfather’s letter of rmendation is not so easy to give out."


    Florentia sat still listening with her big eyes open.


    Lk was already sweating in his head thinking about what to do if his granddaughter started crying.6


    The tail of his smiling mouth was about to tremble a couple of times.


    An unusually weak personality to blood and flesh was also manifested here.


    "Yeah! Broschl’s rmendation would be better than this grandfather’s rmendation!"


    Broschl was a schr who served as the vice president of the academy, and after retirement, he was a schr who entered the Lombardy family, who had been providing support.


    So, it wasn’t as much as a rmendation from Lord, but it would be a great help.


    "If you send that child named Estira to Broschl and get an appropriate evaluation..."


    "I need both!"1


    Lk stopped talking.


    "Speaking of two sheets"


    "Grandfather’s rmendation and Broschl’s rmendation, two of them!"


    Lk was embarrassed and was looking for something to say for a moment.


    Florentia asked Lk like that.


    "You said you need a reasonable evaluation, didn’t you?"


    "Yes, I did.... ."


    "What if I want to get both of your letters of rmendation?"


    Florentia seemed to be sincere.


    "Because Estira is really smart and makes everything well!"


    "She makes it well?"


    Lk asked, seemingly curious.


    "Yeah!"


    Knowing well about medicine and applying that knowledge to developing and creating were different stories.


    Many schrs knew how to do the former, but thetter was rare.


    "Then, I’ll bring the medicine made by Estira!"


    Florentia asked, putting down the cookie he was holding in his hand.


    "It would be difficult to make me and Broschl satisfy at the same time."


    "Estira can do it!"


    "You seem to have a lot of confidence."


    Lkughed at her young granddaughter.


    "Yes! So, if you like the medicines made by Estira, are you writing a letter of rmendation, Grandpa?"


    At Florentia’s words, Lkughed and nodded the head.


    "Yes, let’s do it. I’ll tell Broschl in advance."


    "Wow! Grandpa, the best!"


    Florentia was very happy and ran away and hugging Lk.


    Lk melted in the funny act he had never received from other grandchildren who were always afraid of him.1


    "Yes, yes."


    He didn’t know, Lk who was patting the child’s small back and shed a bleakugh. The fact that the granddaughter, who seems to be hugging with her face buried in his grandfather’sp, is actually rolling her head fiercely with her eyes shining.1


    * * *


    The west building is where the offices and conference rooms of people working for Lombardy are gathered.


    A person who was not often seen here was walking around the first floor of the west building.


    "That person. Isn’t he Gahan?"


    "But why is he so restless here?"


    Each of the people who reported to their superiors looked back at Gahan and was confused.


    "Who...... ."


    The corridor, where Gahan sighed, was in front of Clerivan’s office.


    The door with the name ’Clerivan Pellets’ in gold foil looked so big.


    It’s a good idea to listen to your daughter.


    He came here because he wanted to, but Gahan hesitated.


    It was because Clerivan was scared.


    "Shall I just go back......... ."


    It was true that during the Coroi cotton business, Clerivan’s help was very much appreciated.


    However, it was a separate question, whether it was scary or not and Clerivan’s sharp eyes.


    Gahan’s shoulders droop down.


    He was very pathetic.


    Even before Florentia told him, he had thought about getting Clerivan’s help.


    But after all, he just closed his mind because it was awkward to talk to Clerivan.4


    But my daughter was right.


    Of course, if there is anything you don’t know, you should ask.


    In particr, it was correct to receive all the help that could be received by someone who was still not good at the business like himself.


    Taking a small deep breath, Gahan, who hardened his mind, knocked on the door of the office.


    Knock.


    It was whispering once, but it was quite loud.


    However, no answer came from inside.


    Once again, knock.


    Gahan knocked again, but there was still no answer inside.


    "Oh, I guess he’s not inside!"


    Gahan’s face brightened strangely.


    Isn’t it unavoidable because there are no people inside?


    It was when Gahan turned to this light step, pledging toe backter, maybe not to keep it.


    "Oh!"


    Not too far away, Clerivan stood.


    Looking at Gahan with arms folded and leaning obliquely on the window.2


    "Look, Clerivan!"


    "I was wondering when you will knock."


    Clerivan said in a cold voice.


    He was watching it all.


    Gahan’s face turned slightly red with embarrassment.2


    "But it didn’t take longer than I thought."


    Instead of answering, Gahan smiled and scratched his head.


    "You must havee because you have something to say."


    Clerivan walked up and said.


    As he looked at it, Gahan thought.


    Florentia clearly said, ’Mr. Clerivan is always kind.’


    Suddenly, he was worried about treating his daughter so coldly.


    "Come in."


    First, Clerivan, who took the lead, said as he opened the door of his office.


    "Well, excuse me for a moment."


    Gahan walked in, saying hello politely.


    It was a stiff movement that seemed to make a creaking sound because of tension.


    At that appearance, Clerivanughed without anyone knowing.