The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

"Damn!!"

Kicking up a table made by one of the leading woodworkers in this Sutherland, the wine bottle (Sakabin) on the table falls to the floor and makes a screaming crushing noise.

Bail Curros, breathing on his shoulders, sat in a chair to prepare his roughened breath.

The defeat of Yukihiro, the most powerful and prestigious brave man in the empire, and the rumors that his son Marek Curros was in the public eye of half a dozen of his private soldiers, will be known by nobles throughout this Sutherland only overnight.

Yukihiro the Brave has the power to take his name all over the Empire in the Dragon Crusade and to defeat the armies of the Salzburg Border Uncle several times over.

I possess the most powerful weapon in the empire. That was also the source of Lord Curos's power in recent years. The brave Yukihiro was defeated. If you lost after a hard fight, it's still okay. In fact, however, it was only a one-sided public execution. Besides, it was just a twelve-year-old who did it. It would be self-evident, for example, what the Hordes would think of that fact.

"How's Marek doing?

"Caged in my room..."

My lovely child keeps getting (nabbed) by the child until Sieg arrives, eyes like a dead fish when he gets home, twirling in a blanket in the corner of his room and trembling all the time.

"But the junior luxury time!!"

I'll never end it like this. The Curos, who had a tradition and format to contend with in the Empire, were publicly disgraced by the son of a nobleman. This would be unprecedented in the history of the Empire.

That junior nobleman, Millard, will destroy you in pieces. The clan party, put it together. That's how the Curos have gained some of the most power in this empire so far.

The problem is that he's strong enough to overwhelm that incompetent brave man. And I'll do it. Because force is treated as absolute in this empire.

"Sir, the customer wanted me to give this to you first."

"A customer?

As the butler approached the bail, a single scroll came up against a bright red table.

Take it in your hand and scrutinize it, but it doesn't even have the sender's mark.

There is also a line called the Curse of the Regional Luxury with a grudge against Bail.

"Who brought this?

"He was a big gentleman in white exotic clothes"

Bright white exotic clothes? Would it be an invitation to secrecy by ambassadors and nobles of the kingdom of Amulzess or the Episcopal State of Esters? No, this Curos family is frequented by ambassadors from different countries, including both. This person, the deacon, can't be unknown.

But if the appearance of a suspicious person is not enough to take, it should be a gateway payment.

"Open that scroll."

When I command the Deacon, I humbly drop my neck and open the scroll.

No weird philosophy whatsoever. Just paper.

"Nothing?

"Yes, sir."

"Give it to me!"

From the deacon, hiccups, glances at the scroll.

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"Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!

I forgot to swallow even the raw spit, probably because I was perusing it. When I make a laugh of joy, I get involved.

"Nice!

If the contents of this writing are true, the Curos family will have more power and vast assets than ever before.

"I'm going to the Justice Department immediately. Turn the carriage in front of the mansion."

"Yes, sir."

The butler, in a token, is leaving.

Even the calamity turned into wealth, and the Curos came to have a great power. Same as this one. No, this time unprecedented tremendous wealth rolls into the bail. And, like both insects on honey, with their wealth, force and authority roll in.

"Kid, I'm gonna take away the stupidity you've committed, squeeze at best."

Holding on to wanting to dance crazy, Bayle jumps down the mansion stairs every few steps.