âCotton, cloth, farm tools⦠such a vast quantity, what on earth does our esteemed Mage intend to do?â
Winnie Alexâs delicate face showed a hint of perplexity, her violet eyes shimmering like stars, radiating a soul-stirring charm.
Lifting her head slightly, her snowy white neck as graceful as a swanâs, she turned her gaze to Rom at her side, the Marquisâs son.
âChairman Winnie, according to the activity of the Golden Wheat Commerce, all the supplies are being transported by river to the border; however, our people at the border canât gather news due to the war. We canât confirm the exact location, but my guess is that Lide Kachar is very likely aiming to rebuild a small town.
I believe you can understand a nobleâs desire for their territory.â
Rom paraphrased what Lide had said, organizing the words anew.
He bore no ill will toward Lide, who he had interacted with the previous night, especially after receiving a Five-Colored Gemstone from him as a gift for Winnie, which significantly increased his favorable impression of Lide.
Moreover, Lide had taught him many techniques for pursuing affection, by the Goddess above, truths more thrilling to him than magic itself.
He had never imagined there were so many strategies to courtship.
And rebuilding the Kachar familyâs small town was the reason Lide had given for his recent massive acquisition of supplies; Rom had no doubt about it.
In the main Plane of Glory, a nobleâs regard for their territory is unparalleled by anything else, so the reason Lide provided was justifiable and rational.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Winnieâs furrowed brow relaxed; it was not uncommon for a fallen noble to rebuild their own territory, and the decline and rise of nobility might change as swiftly as in a Frost Month.
âPerhaps, but with such chaos at the border now, isnât he afraid of the supplies being looted by Beastmen?â
At this moment, Rom felt fortunate about his encounter with Lide the previous night; without that exchange, he feared he would have been at a loss for words.
Holding his head high, he looked into Winnieâs eyes with the same confident gaze Lide had taught him.
âChairman Winnie, chaos is opportunity. Lideâs territory, having been neglected for three years, must have already been taken over by the surrounding nobles.
If we were to wait until next spring, we would inevitably face collective opposition from those lords.
I think no one would want a territory riddled with constant disputes.
Moreover, letâs not forget that Mr. Lide is an Advanced Mage; even if it were myself, an Intermediate Mage of level 7, I am absolutely confident that I could gather sufficient strengths during the chaotic Frost Month.â
Having finished speaking, he thought of Lideâs demeanor, and stood up slightly, hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the distance through a glass window.
The light streamed through the window, casting a long shadow over his face.
With handsome features, lavish noble attire, and a deep gaze, Rom very nearly exemplified the poise expected of nobility.
He vividly remembered Lideâs admonition: âAppearance is justice.â
Observing Rom standing before the window, Winnie was momentarily taken aback, an inexplicable silhouette appearing in her mind.
The eyes of this figure were the most sincere she had ever seen.
The longer she lived among the deceit and machinations of the nobility, the more she yearned for simplicity and sincerity.
Just as the lowest beggars long for a noble lifeâthey detest their current miserable circumstances and aspire to something better.
Seeing that Winnie did not pose any further questions, Rom stiffened for a moment, but regardless of whether she cooperated or not, he had to continue his performance.
âCommoners truly cherish their lands, and displacing them from their lands before Frost Month is difficult.
But following the Beastmen invasion, the savagery of the Beastmen will cause the commoners to leave their own lands.
Once they leave their lands, the homeless commoners become refugees.â
âIf a noble stood out at this time, who could gather them and provide them with food and cotton clothes, and promise to distribute land to the commoners after the spring of the following year.â
âWould these people be willing to follow such a noble?â
âMoreover, if this noble found a safe piece of land that could avoid the Beastmen, would the possibility of this planâs success be small?â
Rom turned his head, staring intensely at Winnie.
In fact, these arguments were the same ones Lide had made to the son of the Marquis, unaltered by a single word.
Winnie nodded and looked deeply at Rom. It was a very simple yet daring plan.
But it had to be said, to undertake such a task with Frost Month approaching and the borders being invaded by Beastmen, it truly required considerable courage.
She had seen the ferocity of the Beastmen and was aware of the hypocrisy and weakness that typified the nobility in their daily lofty status.
However, this plan could definitely not have been Româs idea; she was well aware of the character of the Marquisâs son.
A smile played on her lips, Lide Kachar, she truly hoped he would continue to surprise her.
She glanced at Rom with his head held high and didnât expose him, but laughingly said,
âMr. Rom, this indeed is a plan that requires courage to complete, wonderful.â
Rom was elated; this was the first time he had been praised by Winnie during the half-year he had been at her side.
Mr. Lide must surely be a Divine Envoy sent by the Goddess of Luck to aid me, praise the Goddess.
âJust some immature thoughts, Chairman Winnie. Iâve heard you are fond of theatrical performances. Tonight there is a troupe from the Royal Capital, featuring Master Kali, hailed as the Throat of Nolan.
A friend gave me a couple of tickets; I wonder if youâre free tonight, Chairman Winnie?â
Striking while the iron was hot, pushing the boat with the current, Rom looked at Winnie with deep affection.
âSorry, Rom, you know, there are many matters to take care of at the Commerce,â
Rom nodded with a relaxed smile.
âNo worries, Chairman Winnie.â
âBut thereâs a new bakery across from us; perhaps they have desserts youâd like. Let me treat you this evening.â
Winnie, having declined once, found it difficult to refuse a second time and could only smile as she agreed.
âAlright, Mr. Rom, Iâm quite interested in your plan for the border town. I think we can discuss it further.â
Rom was overjoyed; by this time, he had developed an immense admiration for the routines taught to him by Lide.
In the six months since heâd come from the Royal Capital to Green City, this was the first time Winnie had accepted his invitation and showed Interest in his ideas.
By the gods above, could it be that the most beautiful tulip of Green City was about to be plucked by me?
In reality, the advice Lide had given the son of the Marquis that night was hastily found pick-up lines from the internet; the single Lide would never have imagined that this noble ensnared by love could apply with such lively finesse those dubious tricks heâd learned.
Some things are indeed a Talent.
âNo problem, Chairman Winnie. Then letâs say six in the evening, donât be late.â
Rom smiled slightly and walked out of Winnieâs office with impeccable politeness.
Watching Româs retreating figure disappear, Winnieâs face revealed a meaningful smile.
Mr. Lide, I wonder what your true plan is?