I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 68

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Chapter 68

“I’ll do my best.”
Back in the Branch Leader’s Office.
Victor Stings had cast aside the merchant company’s pride that once pierced the heavens, and was now pleading with me.
“If you’ll just hand over the highest-grade recovery potion to me, I’ll do whatever you desire, Reytan. For life. Whenever you need.”
“Why should I?”
I spoke firmly to Victor, who had approached me as though he were about to kneel.
“Isn’t that shameless? Even for a Grand Master, I’ve only obtained one. You think it makes sense to use it on someone I’ve only just met today?”
It didn’t make sense.
Even if I could receive two highest-grade recovery potions.
‘He still has a talent for making people desperate.’
Demian clicked his tongue inwardly.
The moment a Grand Master is chosen by a holy sword, they receive ownership of one highest-grade recovery potion stored in the Grand Temple. Since I had been chosen by Windis twice, I would receive two recovery potions.
Standing to one side of the office, Demian looked at the children sitting on the two-seater sofa beside him and asked.
“Aren’t you thirsty? Should I bring some juice?”
“Oh, I’m fine!”
“Me too.”
The faint smile on Demian’s face deepened.
Berry wasn’t looking at me with guarded eyes. Theon had also responded well to his words.
‘Leading questions, they call it.’
No matter how I looked at it, children with such innocent eyes couldn’t have done such a thing.
Reytan must have leaked the secret and cunningly pinned the blame on the children.
“Uncle Demian, when did Father become your friend?”
“Well, I’d say before Reytan entered the Academy. Brown, my older brother, was my friend back then.”
“Uncle Brown’s friend? Wow.”
Her already round eyes grew even rounder. Curious, gleaming eyes. Demian nearly reached out to pat Berry’s head without thinking.
‘She’s adorable.’
Brown really should have seen this.
“You know Brown?”
“Yes! There was even a photo at the house where I lived with Father!”
“Uncle?”
“Yeah. Theon, if you go to Stone House, I’ll show you the photo. Uncle Brown was really kind. He’s Grandmother Julia’s son.”
The children spoke of Brown with bright, innocent voices.
Demian’s mouth turned bitter. His best friend’s mining collapse accident seven years ago. If only that hadn’t happened.
‘It couldn’t have been an accident.’
It was an abandoned mine owned by the Trabel Family. It was the day they were planning to seal the entrance due to safety concerns.
‘He was always so careful. There’s no way he would have entered such a dangerous place.’

“Demian Knox, I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. It’s far too dangerous. Now that Mother has passed, I’m the only family Reytan has left to rely on.”
“…I didn’t realize peeling an apple was life-threatening work.”
“That’s exactly why I’m asking, friend. What do you think about marriage? If I start a family, wouldn’t Reytan gain a new family too?”
“Marriage…? What’s this about, Brown? Are you in love?”

Ever since Julia Quartz Trabel, the Count’s second wife, had passed away, Brown had held his own life in contempt.
He knew what Reytan feared most within the Trabel Estate.
How could anyone believe that knowing Brown would soon collapse, he had willingly walked into the Mines himself?

Demian Knox had taken the Brown case upon himself, but he couldn’t reveal that it wasn’t an accident.
Then recently, he discovered there had been one witness who hadn’t been interrogated at the time.

“You want me to reveal the source of fund distribution? Victor Stings of the Blue Company would know better. Come to think of it, you were the investigator on that Mines incident, weren’t you? Then you’d know how serpentine that man’s tongue is. You must have been there when they investigated the witnesses.”

Marquis Ash spoke thus, but Victor Stings hadn’t been on the witness list at the time. It was a new lead.
‘I need to dig deeper.’
Demian Knox watched Victor kneeling before Reytan and pleading. It was fortunate that the desk of the Branch Leader obscured him from the children’s line of sight.
It was a scene he’d witnessed many times on the battlefield.
Reytan’s attitude remained consistent, while the other party begged for his favor.
Victor asked urgently of Reytan, who sat in the Branch Leader’s chair.
“Then what about this?”
Everyone calls me a serpent’s tongue, but Victor’s words now brimmed with sincerity.
He was that desperate.
Demian Knox had already received a recovery elixir, he’d said. There were two other Grand Masters, but one couldn’t be reasoned with, and the other was difficult to even approach.
Reytan was the one with any real possibility of giving me a recovery elixir.
He dimly understood my eye condition, and as the son of a merchant family, wouldn’t he be more reasonable to negotiate with? Victor confessed his most reluctant weakness with his own mouth.
“My eyes will go blind in a few months.”
Yet Reytan didn’t react, but Victor continued undeterred.
“If things continue as they are, I’ll depend on Hevanth’s Shin-yak and do as he commands. But a temporary elixir is merely a second choice—I covet the finest recovery elixir that you, Reytan, would provide.”
“So?”
Because he’d spoken his honest heart, a response came. Reytan indicated his willingness to hear what trade Victor was proposing.
Victor hastened to speak before his mind could change.
“If you give me a recovery elixir, I will help you become the heir of the family head. Until you go to Diamond House. I, the merchant lord of the Blue Company, will become your hands and feet. If I fail to keep this promise, you may take the Blue Company for yourself—I’ll draw up a contract to that effect.”
“…Until I go to Diamond House?”
“Yes. Until then.”
Victor nodded. Yes, Reytan Quartz Trabel would surely covet the heir’s position too. If he hadn’t risen due to lack of ability, I can elevate him.
‘It’s not for life. At most fifteen years. It’s long, but at that length—.’
But Reytan’s thoughts were different. For him, Diamond House was a place he would never enter, even if given freely.
Reytan’s lips curved upward. A servant for life, was it.
‘I can use it to investigate Brown’s accident too. The company has solid foundations, so it’ll grow quickly.’
A large force to move in my stead.
If he’d only had one top-grade recovery potion, the math wouldn’t have worked out, but he possessed two vials.
“Draw up the contract.”
Reytan finally rose to his feet.
At those words, Berry cheered silently within herself.

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“Good day to you, sir.”
“Good day? Sales are hitting rock bottom.”
Yosel made his way to the main branch of his clothing shop in Hisport Town.
Upon entering the manager’s office, he settled into a large chair newly upholstered in white leather.
“Did we have any customers yesterday?”
“Baroness Ott, one of our regulars, visited.”
“And? What else?”
“And… well…”
Thwack!
Yosel brought his palm down hard on a relatively plush magazine atop his desk. The shop manager’s neck shrank like a turtle’s.
“There weren’t any, were there? They all went to Trang?”
“It’s Trang, not Treng…”
“Treng or Trang, what does it matter!”
Yosel irritably tilted his chair backward and closed his eyes.
The clothing shop’s net profit reflected directly in his standing as a successor to the Trabel Family. At this rate, this quarter’s results would be in the red. He hadn’t generated enough sales to cover the capital invested in expansion. Unless he covered it with his own funds—

“I’ll need you to run an errand for me instead.”

One billion.
Hevanth, assigning me errands simply because I couldn’t hand over that pittance.

“Go to the Blue Company and bring their merchant leader here.”

“Escort? Escort them here?”
No matter how I thought about it, it made no sense.
The head merchant of the Blue Company was a commoner. And from the slums, no less.
Yet they were asking me—the third son of Count Trabel, who stood shoulder to shoulder with the High Priest and the Emperor himself—to escort this merchant here!
Yosel, his pride wounded, began tapping his feet irritably.
“I can’t do it!”
“Boss, we need to prepare the quarterly performance report—”
“….”
A glance. At those words, Yosel stopped tapping his feet and stared at the ceiling.
Damn it. And here I am, Yosel Cornelian Trabel, lacking a mere billion in cash….
“Life….”
“B-Boss?”
Yosel let out a heavy sigh.
“I suppose I have to….”
“W-What task requires doing? Are you certain you’re alright?”
“What choice do I have….”
No money. Yosel muttered gloomily to himself.

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