The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

"Welcome home, brother"

Ekaterina welcomed Alexei back to the residence of the Duke of the Royal Capital from the Trinity meeting at the Imperial Castle, which took place on a school holiday, in the entrance hall.

"Oh, Ekaterina"

The Conference of the Three Dukes is a meeting of His Majesty the Emperor and the three Duke heads of household. Alexei, dressed in the right attire for the occasion, is even more daunting than usual. No matter how concerned you may be, Ekaterina falls in love with her brother.

Alexei smiled at her sister like that.

"Your glass pen was still in His Majesty's favor. I received an order on the spot. It's a gift for Her Majesty the Empress."

"Well, glad! I'm so happy for you!

In fact, it was Ekaterina who also tried to offer her glass pen to Her Majesty the Empress, but Alexei stopped her. If it is a gift and pleasing, it should be a gift to His Majesty the Emperor alone, and I should bet that it will be chosen as a gift to His Majesty the Empress. My grandfather Sergei said he did that every once in a while.

So your grandfather was introducing a recommended gift for his wife to His Majesty while saying it was a dedication. Must have been a continuation of his celebrity buddy hobby, and he had a couple of well-rounded backups.

From his grandfather's point of view, His Majesty was his wife's nephew. Celebrity buddy hobbies also felt like maybe that kid I've known since I was a little girl had a favorite, okay, let's take it off.... It's amazing what it feels like to be an emperor eventually...

"Another good thing happened. Lord Sein, who saw His Majesty's glass pen, said he would love to, too. You said enthusiastically that Her Majesty was next. He wants to show it off when he signs a deal with a big merchant coming from across the mountain ridge of the gods. This is how beautiful and wonderful things are in our country."

"Well... what an honor"

His Majesty the Emperor, Her Majesty the Empress. Of the three Dukes' houses, Eurnova, Eursein the Principal.

You are too luxurious a member to establish the brand image of a luxury product!

And if Lord Sein really showed me using a glass pen in front of a merchant in another country, an order could come as a tribute to a monarch in another country. It's a convenient delusion, but it's not impossible, I guess.

All right, I got this fight!

"When I told you it was your idea, Lord Sein said he wanted to see you. He's familiar with business and trade, I think he'll learn.... Magna was flabbergasted because you were the top topic in today's Trinity Conference"

Hehe, I'm in a nasty mood for a laughing brother. No, not enough people to talk about it in such an amazing place, so I can pull my hips off like a lobster. But if your brother Ciscon is happy, okay?

Anyway, what I need to do is strengthen the glass pen production system. I want to fully reopen the Murano workshop and also produce glasses to secure revenue. To that end, tomorrow, the ref plans to meet with the Murano Parent disciples, whom you have spoken to, and solicit them to return to the workshop.

Yes, I have no idea how much is appropriate for the price of a super luxury glass pen, or the serious job of deciding how much to set it at......! Wow, Mr. Khalil, help me.

And later on, Ekaterina, who consulted Khalil about the price of the glass pen, would hear the amount Khalil had just said with a nice smile and it would solidify for a while.

"Ma'am, don't be surprised. If this is not the case, you will shame Your Majesty, and you will not be able to afford the overall cost."

"Oh, right. A gift for Her Majesty the Empress."

Gifts are cheap. Then you're involved in the face of the Emperor.

And costs. Remember, the accounting system we developed in previous lives. Balance sheet, income statement.

The cost of purchasing a workshop is a liability? Or capital? Whatever it is, I have to raise the income worth that amount, myself. And labor, materials, fuel, miscellaneous expenses... we have to put profits in the income statement that exceed all the costs.

Even if the glass pen is a jewel-like price, the right price if the buyer is convinced! It's the price of just one celebrity, luxurious writing device in the world, don't be frightened!

The next day.

Ekaterina was ready and headed to the Murano workshop. There the ref and four artisans who previously worked at the Murano workshop await her.

Stepping into the workshop, I felt a fever that had never existed before. Because the ref put a fire in the furnace for a glass pen, but it's like a creature called the workshop has regained its temperature. The white cloth previously hung everywhere was completely removed and the various tools lined up neatly also made it feel quiet and lively.

"Lady, thank you for taking the time to come out"

"Ref, I have some wonderful news. Besides, thank you all for coming. I'm Ekaterina Yurnova."

When Ekaterina smiled, the glassmakers solidified brilliantly.

I settled into the reception set in the corner of the workshop, but the craftsman, unable to sit on the couch, stands beside me. The ref also stands. I tend to shy away from being the only employed craftsman in this because he is probably the youngest of the craftsmen.

Murano Workshop was never seniority, apparently meritocracy, so it seems because of the ref's tremendous personality.

Then let me take one shot in your place, ref.

"First, ref, I'll tell you. Yesterday, my brother Alexei, Duke of Yurnova, dedicated the glass pen you made to His Majesty the Emperor. I have ordered something as beautiful as this to make a gift to Her Majesty the Empress."

A shock runs among the craftsmen. It is a supreme honor for them that the work is dedicated to His Majesty the Emperor. Moreover, when the Emperor himself buys it as a gift to Her Majesty the Empress.

"In addition, the Duke of Eursein, who saw the glass pen he had given to His Majesty, said he was eager to buy it himself. So I would like to ask you to make two pairs of glass pens, one for the ref, one for Her Majesty the Empress, and the other for the order from Lord Eursein."

"Ko, it's an honor. Thanks to the lady. Thank you......"

The ref bows his head deeply.

"It's only with your skill. Only one person in the world can produce a glass pen now you. I intend to continue to create an environment where good craftsmen can create relaxation and work."

Laughing at the ref, Ekaterina shifted her gaze to four other glassmakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are the craftsmen of the Murano workshop."

"Heh."

Craftsmen bow their heads each.

"I heard you work in another workshop now, but I was wondering if you could come back to the Murano workshop. We promise better conditions for salaries and entitlements than your workshop."

The artisans still do not answer Ekaterina's words, but the expression feels bright and anticipating. Earlier interactions seem to be working.

"As you heard, we want to grow a product called a newly developed glass pen as one of the main pillars of the future Murano workshop. However, there are still many who want beautiful glasses and plates from Murano Workshop. So I'd like you to go back to the craftsmen who inherited Murano's parental skill. I hope that you will also learn how to make a glass pen."

"… may I ask you one thing"

The one who opened his mouth was an elderly, lean tall man among the craftsmen.

"Of course, thank you."

"Thank you"

Courtesy of just being planted in the Murano workshop. but what I asked was quite harsh.

"Why would a lady from the Duke of Yurnova run a glass workshop herself? I'm sure in years, you'll go to your daughter-in-law in a fine place. Then what happens to this workshop?"

"It's rude! Excuse me, ma'am!"

The ref tells him to scream, abandoning his much-natured character. But Ekaterina smiled rather.

"Nice to meet you, ref. That's a good question. That's something I'd rather talk about."

I'm not a certain journalist in my previous life, but that's a good question!

Older craftsmen, you're smart. Even in Japan in the previous life, women had drastic changes due to life events. Not to mention in this world, women can't choose their lives. In general common sense, there is a great possibility that my position will change from now on and I will draw my hand from the management of the workshop.

I don't want to leave your brother's side, and I think your brother will get what I want, but that's something the craftsmen don't know. If the workshop closed again as soon as I moved, the craftsmen wouldn't have accumulated.

"I am certainly in charge of the operation of this workshop. Nevertheless, as you may be concerned, my position may change. So the workshop will only be the property of the Yurnova family, and the Yurnova family will also be responsible for the workshop. As for your employment, Yurnova will have a contract with you, so my treatment will not change even if I leave my home. Rest assured."

Furthermore, Ekaterina took out a piece of paper and handed it to the elderly craftsman.

"This is a contract of employment. It was made in consultation with our general counsel. If you weren't given the treatment promised here, you could have blamed the Imperial Law for the breach of contract.

In the Imperial Capital, the workshop artisans will receive a defined salary no matter how much work they do, but in addition to the base salary, we tried to incorporate a turnover system in this contract. We calculate that if you work without having to, it will be a better amount than any other workshop. And if you work hard, we will give you the amount to reward you for your hard work.... However, you should never force yourself to work too hard. That's all you have to protect.

It also specifies that you should not be decapitated for legitimate reasons, and that if you are unable to work as a result of an injury at work, you will be paid a compassion fee.

Both signatures are unavailable, so once you take them home, take a good look. Talk to your family and decide if you want to return. "

I handed it out to the other three craftsmen and it felt pretty good.

The ref signs the employment contract on the spot. with a prototype glass pen.

Ekaterina smiled as her artisan soul was felt, of the four artisans staring intrigued. May they return to the Murano workshop.