The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

The residence of the Duke of Eurmagna, the Imperial capital.

Of all the leading nobles with mansions in the three Grand Dukes, no royal capital, the Eurmagna mansion boasts the largest expanse. This is because of the large knight's quarters and training grounds on the property and the fact that it has one of the best libraries in the Empire for rare books of the Astra Empire.

In the early days of the Empire after its founding, Eurmagna was rich. The possession is in the vast plains and lake marshes of the East. The plains have had agricultural land spread since that time.

The founding father, Emperor Piotr, gave Purvel, the founder of Eurmagna, his youngest brother, a territory in which it was easy to govern. It would have been a reward for saving my brother's crisis every once in a while with exceptional military talent, and consideration for my brother, who is not so good at home affairs.

Purvel was thrilled and renewed his loyalty to the Great Emperor. I left home training to convey the gratitude to my children.

supporting the Imperial Family with a military strategy for as long as the Eurmagna family continues;

Learning and refining humanity in ancient wisdom without prejudice only to martial arts.

Because of its home training, Eurmagna continues to maintain the Great Knights at the time of its founding. The Astra Imperial Research Institute, founded by the Founding Fathers also.

The funds needed for them had been generated by a receipt with vast agricultural land.

Then, about four hundred years passed.

When Vladimir entered our Lord's office, his father Georgie was about to stand up for something towards the butler.

"Hello, Father."

"Oh Vladimir!

Turning to his son, Georgie raises his roaring voice. His musculoskeletal body, which seemed twice as thin as his fine son's, was trembling.

"That young man, Alexei, has fired your lady again! He's been a tough guy since he was just a kid, but how disrespectful is that? I don't want your wife to bother you!

Of course what Georgie calls' Your Ladyship 'is Alexei's grandmother, Alexandra.

"Both Nova and Sein have seen a slight attitude towards the Imperial Family these days. My Magna is the only one who maintains loyalty. If our home is right about this tide..."

"So again, did you want me to hire that dismissed sidekick?"

Vladimir whispers his father's speech in a chilled voice. Mm, Georgie showed frustration, but nodded.

"That's right. Do something."

"I don't want to rustle. Do you want to hire them?"

Georgie then opened his eyes as surprised.

"Silly! In the first place, it's a matter of that aspect of service being alive. Why didn't he die when your wife was taken? Isn't it from the infidelity? Hire someone like that, etc. Thanks!

"Okay. Let me tell you something. - Zahar, okay."

"Yes, I understand."

Deacon Zahar salutes.

but Georgie pounded his tongue a little.

"If you can't even die, at least tell your husband to take his revenge. If you let that young man who murdered your wife take a bayonet, you can do it with your eyes closed unfaithfully."

"Father."

"Hmm. Nobody realizes the truth yet, but my eyes don't deceive me. It would be unnatural if your wife, who was well, suddenly died. It's not just your wife, Alexandre, it's an accident, but I don't hear any details. That ruthless Alexei committed a heinous crime of parenthood. I know."

"Father... are you still saying that"

Vladimir's voice is chilling.

"It is inconceivable that Alexei harmed Master Alexandra. Because Alexei purposefully wished and buried Alexandra in the Imperial Temple."

The remains of Alexandra, who was originally descended, should have been buried in the temple of the Duke of Yurnova family, where he was descended from. But Alexei asked to be buried in the Imperial Temple, because she was her grandmother, whose pride as Empress was above all important until the end. Besides, Emperor Constantine also gave him the honor.

Alexei must not have wanted to put her grandmother next to her grandfather, who sleeps in her own temple.

"The body is the greatest evidence. If it harms you, it leaves some kind of trace. If Alexei had sinned, he would have buried Master Alexandra in the temple of Nova. I'm not a person who imitates weaknesses by letting go of themselves."

"... may not leave a trace"

Georgie's voice was low and contained laughter somewhere.

Vladimir's eyes look at his father. It's supposed to be gray green, but now it's bright green. Stay there, light.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ugh... no"

Georgie distracted me from my son, but I glance back at him.

But at that time, Vladimir had his gaze pointed at the executive desk.

"You don't seem to be getting the job going."

The paperwork is piled with mountains on a large desk made from expensive sandalwood giant trees, which has been used by the Lord of the Eurmagna generations.

Georgie happened to have an epilepsy.

"Shut up! What do you know, all this is about money! I need money for that, I need money for this, the people need to pay taxes... I can't breathe from all the boring talk! I don't even want to see my proud Magna talk about debt! You do something about this!

"You only have to sign it. Er, I'm going to clean up the side service thing, so excuse me. Zahar."

"Yes, young. My lord, excuse me."

After Vladimir, who returned the quickie, a courteous butler leaves the office in advance.

They threw something at the wall, a blunt sound followed.

Vladimir, who left the office, took a breath.

(Father always does. Yeah)

My father is not incompetent with that. The support from the Knights is high, he can also complete his studies of Astra research and suppress the noisy division. It would be about my father, Georgie, who could wrap up the swollen Eurmagna anyway.

But like it or not, I decide intensely by assumption, I have the propriety to the point of danger.

And there was also a bad habit of cheap contracting things in the atmosphere on the spot. Perhaps my father slapped me in the chest at Alexandra's funeral to show me if he was in trouble with the sidekicks. I'm not willing to do anything if they actually rely on me, but saying that out of my mouth is not in good shape, so I want others to deal with it. That's who I am.

"Young, because you don't feel well?

Zahar looks at Vladimir worried. Her hair and eyebrows grew white and even her height was smaller, an old butler over seventy years old. Already the main task had been taken over by succession, but only with regard to Vladimir was he himself and the loyalist who continued to whip and serve the old bones.

"Let's get rid of the jitters, such as the laid-off side service. Have a little rest in your room. I like it when you stop working on holidays."

"I can only do holidays. I wish I could just set up an office at school and get cleaned up every day..."

As Alexei does.

Some of the stories about enrolling in the school and renting an office in the school for the work of the Duke's rule are famous. When his father Alexandre was still Duke, he did it with dignity. It was the practice of a substantial duke to make himself known.

Even with his son out that way, Alexandre, who went on to profane in plain sight, might even be described as heavenly and sunny.

But my father Georgie is not like Alexandre. It is true that in order to turn away from the work that I do not want to do, my son relies on Vladimir for a task that does not turn around and the situation is where his son hands down the judgment. But if you expose it to the outside world, the Duke will be angry that he is himself, that he holds everything in Eurmagna.

The way my father handles money flow relationships he doesn't like is while it grows.

"It's not like I'm sick. But I'll leave you to it. I want to go to the library because I have a little research."

"Yes, I'll take care of it. But let the library still get cold. Your book will take it, so stay warm in your room."

"What I want to look into is a forbidden book. You can't take it out."

"Then at least bring your jacket. I'll bring it with me soon. Besides, you'd better take some potion water. I'm sure you didn't pick up your lunch, and I'll have something to put in your mouth."

Vladimir finally laughs bitterly at the overprotective old man everywhere.

"I'll take your jacket"

"We will also bring medicinal water"

"... ok. Waiting in the corridor."