In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 223

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 223

“The young Deputy Lord speaks quite boldly.”

Idan Clus spoke to me with a rough voice that seemed mixed with metallic sounds.

He seemed quite heated after I brought up the Empress.

But even in the midst of this, Idan Clus’s eyes were scanning the interior of the carriage.

He seemed to be thoroughly searching for any space where Cleribane might be hiding.

“There’s no reason for me, the Deputy Lord of Lombardi, to watch my words in front of a mere Angenas knight.”

I struck back without backing down and added.

“If you don’t quickly move away from the carriage, you’ll regret it, Sir Clus.”

“…!”

As soon as my words ended, Idan Clus quickly pulled back his body that had been gripping the carriage door.

And swiftly drew his sword.

Clang-!

A loud sound burst out, loud enough to make one’s ears ring.

“How dare you open Lombardi’s carriage. Do you want to die, Idan Clus?”

The one who appeared instantly and swung his sword was Lambert Lombardi, the Lombardi Knight Commander.

The swords of the two men, where tremendous force met tremendous force, were trembling.

“Move aside.”

“Angenas scum.”

From behind, familiar voices could be heard along with the sound of hoofbeats.

Looking back, I could see the Angenas and Imperial Guards who had been pressed close to the carriage retreating.

“Tia, no, Deputy Lord, are you alright?”

The ones who poked their faces out from outside the window were Giliou and Meylon.

Probably a few more Lombardi Knights had followed along besides these two.

I gave a smirk to Idan Clus, who was looking at the Lombardi Knights surrounding the carriage with a stiffly hardened face.

I said I was going to the Council Meeting, but when did I say I was going alone?

Now the Angenas and Imperial Guards would have to act much more cautiously unless they planned to wage an all-out war with Lombardi.

Of course, what they had done so far were absolutely not things that could be overlooked either.

“Sir Lombardi.”

“Yes, Deputy Lord.”

“That’s enough. I’m fine.”

“Understood.”

Strictly speaking, Lambert Lombardi, who was my father’s cousin, was my great-uncle.

But before that, he was in the relationship of Deputy Lord and Knight Commander.

Sir Lombardi retreated without a moment’s hesitation, deflecting Idan Clus’s sword backward.

I spoke toward Idan Clus.

“I’ll question you later about the crime of daring to open my carriage door, Sir Clus.”

The glare looking at me through the closing door gap was ominous, but I didn’t care much.

What’s he going to do by glaring?

I spoke to the coachman.

“Let’s go to that place I mentioned earlier.”

“Yes, Deputy Lord.”

The carriage began moving again.

But this time it was together with the Lombardi Knights escorting around the carriage.

As we began traveling down the main road, I could see Lombardi citizens looking back at the carriage with wide eyes.

Before long, I arrived at my first destination.

“This is Pellet Trading House, Deputy Lord.”

The coachman said to me.

But I didn’t get out of the carriage.

Instead, I slowed down and passed by slowly, looking out the window at Pellet Trading House.

“Those bastards….”

It was a scene that couldn’t help but make me curse.

“They said it was made into a mess.”

The word ‘mess’ was a very restrained expression.

The Pellet Trading House that had been bustling with cargo wagons and people coming and going was gone.

The surroundings were still guarded by Imperial soldiers creating a menacing atmosphere, and only the trading house employees were moving busily.

People gathering broken and scattered cargo in one place, people holding cleaning tools in both hands trying to sweep the floor.

All had shadowed, dark faces.

“Ah!”

Then one person moving cargo let out a small scream.

It seemed their hand was pierced by a glass shard mixed in the cargo bundle.

Red blood flowing down their finger dripped onto the Pellet Trading House road.

“This is really dead.”

Anger surged up from within.

I wanted to immediately snatch the broom from the employee’s hand and chase out all the Imperial soldiers strutting around the trading house.

I wanted to shout at them to get lost from my trading company.

“From today, this will be our office.”

“But why my name….”

“Because this building belongs to Cleribane.”

Old memories from when we first established Pellet Trading House came flooding back like a tide.

“Our Pellet Trading House’s first goal is the mine.”

Cleribane, Violet, and me.

The times when the three of us gathered in the office for meetings also flashed before my eyes like a panorama.

Also, it wasn’t just us.

To make Pellet Trading House what it is now, countless people had worked hard.

I looked away from Pellet Trading House and spoke to the coachman.

“Depart for the Imperial Palace.”

Pellet Trading House doesn’t end here.

It will take time to restore it to its original state, but after that, it will begin moving even more actively.

“I’ll make them pay for everything, completely.”

Of course, after making them pay the full price for turning the trading house into that state.

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The Imperial Palace’s Council Chamber.

Although there was still time before the meeting started, quite many nobles were arriving one after another.

The seats in the council chamber were already full.

That’s how much today’s matter was of utmost interest to the Empire’s nobles.

Angenas and Brown, who would become the representative of the Western Region.

The fight between Angenas, who produced the Empress and dominated the west for the past 40 years, and Brown, the original owner of the west backed by Lombardi and the Second Prince.

This was not a simple matter.

It was also directly connected to the unavoidably approaching Crown Prince appointment.

The nobles gathered in small groups were each trying to predict the outcome of the meeting.

There was someone that these people kept glancing at and being conscious of.

“For the Empress to attend….”

“It’s a matter of Angenas’s survival, so naturally he would move personally.”

Empress Lavinia was seated in the leftmost chair among the three chairs prepared at the head table.

It was originally the seat where Astana had sat.

Even though she could hear all the murmuring sounds of the nobles, there was no sign of displeasure on the Empress’s face.

She simply maintained her position with a gentle smile and the leisurely attitude befitting royalty.

Seeing her confident demeanor, quite a few people vaguely expected that today’s council would end in Angenas’s victory.

“Your Majesty the Empress.”

Duiji approached and reported in a half-whisper.

“Pirenthia Lombardi has departed from the manor.”

“The carriage search?”

“Well… they say only Pirenthia Lombardi was in the passenger compartment.”

“I told you to check the cargo compartment as well.”

“The Lombardi side also brought knights for escort… Lambert Lombardi and the twin sons of Shannet Lombardi all moved together.”

“…Cunning fox.”

Those three were not only Lombardi knights, but also members of the Lombardi family.

If they were harmed for any reason, it would give Lombardi justification to directly intervene in the conflict.

But confronting Lombardi head-on was a very burdensome matter for both Angenas and the Imperial Palace.

‘Try to strike if you dare.’

That’s what Pirenthia Lombardi was saying.

“It’s all that old man’s scheme.”

Empress Lavinia gritted her teeth thinking of Rulak Lombardi.

Hiding in the manor and moving Lombardi blood relatives one by one like playing chess.

Probably even being sick was all an excuse.

“Surely someone of Cleribane Pellet’s stature wouldn’t hide in a carriage cargo compartment?”

Duiji asked cautiously.

“Foolish words. They’re the type who would do anything to oppress our Angenas family, those Lombardis.”

Empress Lavinia said while looking at the empty seat where the Lombardi Deputy Lord would soon sit.

“Tell Eden to check the cargo compartment by any means necessary.”

“But how…”

“By any means necessary.”

Lavinia said coldly.

“Tell him to check without regard for means and methods.”

“If Cleribane Pellet is hiding in the cargo compartment, then what should we do?”

“Of course he must be killed. He’ll be hiding in a narrow space, so just stab him there.”

Empress Lavinia said as if confirming, smiling beautifully as if showing off to the nobles who couldn’t hear the conversation.

“The dead cannot speak, can they, Duiji?”

The Emperor was on Angenas’s side anyway.

They just needed to prevent Cleribane Pellet from attending the grand council and transferring the rights to the mortgaged land to the Brown family in front of the Emperor, as Chanton Seosseou had done.

“…Yes, I understand.”

It was when Duiji, who answered with a dark face, had just turned around.

A completely unexpected figure was standing behind Duiji.

“Croyton?”

It was Croyton Angenas, who was running the Durak Guild.

It was Croyton, whose relationship had become distant after being abandoned by the Empress while competing with Duiji for the Angenas patriarch position.

But Croyton Angenas, who had suddenly come to the council chamber, had a very dark complexion.

“Could we have a quiet conversation for a moment, Your Majesty the Empress?”

“…Let’s do that.”

The Empress, sensing something ominous, quietly followed the Durak Caravan Leader outside.

The two stood in the corridor of a deserted courtyard.

“Last night, my father passed away.”

Croyton’s father had been a figure who had served as an elder of the Angenas family for many years.

“And before father passed away, I was able to ask him again about the matter with the Brown family.”

Empress Lavinia’s eyes sparkled for a moment.

From the day the Brown family reappeared, Lavinia had been trying to find out exactly what had happened 40 years ago.

However, no matter how much she searched every corner of the family, no materials about the events of that time could be found.

As if the people of that time had intentionally erased the traces of those days.

Not even a common scrap of document remained.

Croyton Angenas’s father was one of the few remaining elders who had been active at that time.

And when Lavinia had visited his sickbed last time, he had kept his mouth firmly shut until the end, saying he knew nothing.

“What did he say?”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but father didn’t want to mention what happened that day until the very end.”

“What?”

Lavinia’s voice became sharp.

But Croyton Angenas, with his gloomy expression, was not intimidated in front of Lavinia as before.

It wasn’t that he had become bold.

Rather, it was closer to the detachment of one who had given up everything.

“I came today to convey my father’s last words to Your Majesty the Empress.”

Having said that, Croyton Angenas looked directly at Empress Lavinia.

And with a pained face, he spoke his father’s dying words.

“Do not trust the Emperor.”

The words left by the Angenas elder as he departed this world, worrying about the family’s future, were ultimately this.

“Do not trust the Imperial Palace that abandoned the Brown family.”

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