I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 71

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Chapter 71

Two ornate carriages departing from Goldport were crossing the gates of the Trabel Estate.
Both were equally lavish, though the one trailing behind was somewhat less so—the carriage Yosel was riding in.
‘That bastard.’
At Hevanth’s instruction to bring Victor Stings, Yosel had swallowed his pride and sought out the Blue Company.

“We’ve prepared a carriage for you to ride in.”
“Oh, I could simply use my own carriage.”
“No, we’ve made the arrangements—”
“Since you’ve shown such consideration, I won’t refuse.”

And with that, he’d promptly climbed into Yosel’s carriage.
“My Sandy, of all things….”
Control yourself. What’s riding inside isn’t Victor Stings—it’s one billion cona.
That thought made things feel slightly better.
The moment the carriage stopped before Diamond House, Yosel sprang out like a cricket.
The attendant approaching to open the door awkwardly lowered his hand.
“Where is the merchant lord?”
“Still inside, sir.”
He’d gone ahead, so he should have exited first. But the attendant was pointing to Yosel’s carriage.
Imagining the merchant lord settling his rear onto Yosel’s prized seat made his blood boil.
Yosel shoved past the attendant at the carriage door and knocked directly on it.
“We’ve arrived, Merchant Lord.”
“My apologies, but you’ll need to open it from outside. The handle is rather peculiar—”
Clang. Clang.
“What—what are you doing?!”
As the door handle rattled as if it might break, Yosel’s heart rattled with it. He quickly seized the handle and pulled the carriage door open.
Victor emerged, crossing his legs leisurely as he sat, looking down at Yosel as though he were his attendant.
“I didn’t expect you to open it yourself, young master.”
Hah!
‘One billion cona!’
Before Victor had even fully descended from the carriage, Yosel strode into Diamond House.
He walked across the luxurious marble floor with long strides.
Even moving at a brisk pace, it irritated him that Victor Stings was steadily closing the distance.
It was a matter of leg length.
Boom!
“….”
Yosel irritably yanked open the door to the Reception Room of Diamond House.
His eyes met Hevanth’s, who sat on the sofa.
“…It was just the wind.”
“Did you bring him?”
“Of course.”
Beyond the open door, Victor’s footsteps echoed.
“Hurry.”
Yosel approached Hevanth and urged him to hand it over. When Hevanth produced the signed check, Yosel snatched it away and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Yes, this was it. This was what it was all about.
“I’ll keep the matter about the player confidential, so please don’t worry too much.”
Arrogant and stupid bastard.
Hevanth shook his head as he watched Yosel’s retreating figure leave the Reception Room.
“It’s been a long time.”
The merchant company’s leader entered the Reception Room, passing Yosel, and greeted me with his eyes meeting mine.
The focus in his eyes as he looked at me completely was sharp and clear.
‘He took the medicine.’
Hevanth leisurely offered him a seat.
After that, a maid brought tea, they exchanged pleasantries to pass the time, and only then did Hevanth broach the main topic.
If there was something he wanted from me, his mind would grow busier.
Deliberately giving him time to think and making him anxious was his negotiation style.
“Did you receive what I sent?”
“Yes. It was quite effective.”
Just as I thought. He had definitely taken the medicine I sent.
Among the eye drops I sent to Victor, several were imperfect experimental versions.
The fact that he had taken the medicine despite experiencing its imperfect effects meant that my medicine was the only way to improve his vision. A situation where I held complete advantage.
Hevanth recalled the contract he had prepared in advance and licked his lips with sinister and cunning intent.
“I didn’t use it myself, though.”
At his following words, Hevanth fixed his gaze on Victor, and Victor fixed his gaze on him in return.
Because of his narrow, elongated eye shape, his gray eyes resembled those of a serpent.
“You didn’t use it, merchant leader?”
“I went back to my hometown for the first time in a long while.”
Victor brought up a different story instead of answering.
“A certain man was asking around, inquiring if anyone knew a man with the surname Stings who had eye problems.”
“….”
“Who would remember a man who died decades ago? A beggar approached the man who was searching in vain, saying he would tell him about that man if given money.”
Hevanth’s benevolent face hardened.
The man Victor spoke of was the detective Hevanth had hired to investigate the merchant leader’s eyes.
The beggar remembered quite well a blind man named Stings.

“That beggar apparently went around begging with the young son of a blind man named Stings. The boy is presumed to be Victor Stings, and he had a habit of saying, ‘My eyes won’t become like Father’s.'”
“A hereditary disease?”
“It seems quite likely. The man froze to death in winter, and the son hasn’t been seen since—that’s the information we obtained from the beggar.”

Poor eyesight, a merchant company leader interested in my Shin-yak, the possibility of a hereditary disease.
I thought of him as a delectable prey that had walked right to my doorstep.
“It seems that man spoke to Hevanth without permission? Hevanth must have been worried about me and sent the medicine, didn’t he?”
“…Yes, well. Your eyes are fine, then?”
I had no intention of conceding the advantage by revealing that I’d sent a detective. Victor answered.
“I apologize for causing unnecessary concern. That day my eyes were troubled due to exposure to mushroom spores.”
“Mushroom spores?”
“Yes. Still, I couldn’t let the medicine Hevanth gave me go to waste, so I had those around me who needed it try it—”
Victor stared at Hevanth in silence for a few seconds.
Then he smiled with a smirk.
“The duration was pathetic.”
“Pathetic…”
“So I disposed of it all, and told those interested in the Shin-yak to observe it more carefully. Since it’s an expensive medicine, trust shouldn’t fall due to failed products, should it? It’s your business, after all, Hevanth.”
“….”
“I’ll leave this as payment for the medicine. May I take my leave?”
A small pouch of gold coins landed on the table as payment for the worthless medicine. I could vividly imagine Victor Stings wagging his serpent’s tongue, spreading word that my Shin-yak was a failed product.
Since it was true that I’d slipped in a failed batch, Hevanth silently clenched his fist. The fist hidden below his elbow trembled.
“Go… on.”
“Yes.”
Victor left the Reception Room and descended the Staircase with a sinister smile.
‘How refreshing.’
Then his eyes met those of a young girl on the First Floor. Long, natural blonde hair. Ciel, Hevanth’s eldest daughter.
“Good day to you?”
At Victor’s greeting, Ciel started in surprise, averted her eyes, and hurried away.
‘Hmm? So the boldness remains the same even with mixed blood, does it?’
Humming to himself as he left, Victor brazenly commandeered Hevanth’s carriage in front of Diamond House and returned to Goldport.

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15. The Most Perfect Jewel

“…Thank you.”

These past few days, I kept seeing the image of Theon’s palm wound healing.
Had it hurt so much that he needed to thank me?
‘I want to buy recovery potions for Theon when he needs them too!’
Between the money I’d earned from restoring the water vein and the future royalties from the recovery potion formula, my supplementary income was more than enough to purchase recovery potions.
The problem was that I couldn’t spend money without Father knowing.
I brought out all the pocket money I’d saved so far and dumped it onto the bed.
“This isn’t nearly enough.”
“What isn’t nearly enough?”
I turned my head to the side. Above the edge of the bed, I could see a pair of thick triangular ears.
It was Jeffrey.
“Oh. When did you come in?”
“Just now~ Anne said she was going to Berry’s room, so I followed her!”
Then he laughed at the pocket money spread across my bed.
“Berry, you don’t even have ten thousand cona? I thought the Trabel Count Family was rich!”
“J-Jeffrey! You can’t just barge in like that! Miss, I’m so sorry. You, what are you saying to the young lady! Come here!”
“No~ If Berry doesn’t have money, I’ll give you some~”
“Come on…!”
Crash.
Jeffrey was dragged out by Anne.
I stared at the closed door, then quietly stuffed the money back into my piggy bank.
Being pitied by Jeffrey. My spirits sank.
“I have plenty of money too.”
[If you have lots of money, that’s good. What’s the problem?]
Akum swished his tail as he spoke.
“The problem is I can’t use it with this body. Is there a potion that temporarily makes your body bigger? If an adult used gold coins, no one would suspect anything….”
Oh. A brilliant idea suddenly flashed through my mind.

“If you have worries you can’t tell your father about, you’re always welcome to come find me.”

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“I refuse.”
It was when I had come to the Main Building Library to avoid prying eyes and met with my grandfather.
His response to my words was resolute.
“Why should I take your money and buy you a recovery potion? Do you think Count Trabel is your personal errand boy?”
“But you said I could ask you for anything that’s difficult to tell Father….”
“I thought you’d ask for help with difficult studies or something like that. Anyway, you’re full of surprises. Where did you get the money to buy a recovery potion? It’s not your allowance, is it?”
“It’s supplementary income….”
“You earned that amount as supplementary income?”
My grandfather, from whom I had expected to receive help, refused me. I slumped dejectedly and bounced off the sofa.
“I’ll be going then….”
“Wait a moment.”

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