The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

A few days later, the negotiations went as well as Isaac wanted.

Elias feared the end of the negotiations and drank the condition of the extraterritoriality of the elves.

On 25 December, the anniversary of the agreement, the treaty was to be formally concluded.

After all, the characteristic "trying to dress up in public" that was written on the offensive site would fit.

Prince Jason has similar characteristics, so he looks like a parent and a child who can't be saved.

But there were people who couldn't forgive Isaac for his judgment.

- It's Morgan.

"There has been no interaction for 200 years. In the course of the discussion, there would be mistakes once or twice. Negotiate what we will discuss with guts, including such things. Sure, it may have been confusing, but what are you going to do about stirring up the elves and making them propose such conditions?

In front of him, Isaac and Randolph are seated.

"Randolph."

"Yes."

To Morgan, there's no usual sign of favoritism.

You seem seriously angry this time.

"Sure, I told him to take the elves back to the mansion once to calm them down. But why did you ask Isaac to respond?

The way you ask quietly is scarier than being emotionally yelled at and scattered.

Randolph wanders off his gaze.

"That's when I asked Isaac... I was wondering if you had a good opinion..."

Morgan listens to Randolph's answer and narrows his eyes sharply.

"You tried to rely on a kid who just turned seven?

"No, you know, it's..."

Randolph tries to answer, but the words get sloppy and he can't answer properly.

Morgan's right, Isaac is only seven.

You should be in a position where you should be relied upon, not the person you should rely on.

I have to say that relying on you because you are familiar with elf-related circumstances was the wrong choice as a lord's deputy.

"I did worry about what would happen to the negotiations, too. But it shouldn't have been a matter of contending for a moment. You didn't think about waiting for me to come home and then we could discuss it? Can't you count on me that much?

"No, that's not true. I was in too much of a hurry. I'm sorry."

Randolph bows his head deeply.

Surely Morgan was right, we should have looked into the situation at the castle and waited for Morgan, who was discussing how to respond.

The thought and concessions on the part of the kingdom were ruined because the elves solidified their thoughts earlier.

Instead of paying attention after Isaac finished his opinion, it should have stopped him on his way to speaking as a kingdom nobleman.

But Randolph is also bad, but there are worse.

"Isaac"

"Yes."

The eyes that look at Isaac are tougher than they were when Randolph.

"You're a smart kid. Randolph summoned me to come up with a way to calm the elves down just by asking them what was going on lightly"

…………

I can't say "thank you" or anything like that here.

Because it's not a flow of flowing praise for the story.

Isaac remains silent and awaits the continuation of Morgan's words.

"If you were that smart kid, wouldn't you have come up with a more convenient way? I do have a bad liquor habit and casual people like touching a woman's ass at a party after the talks are naturally punished. But because of your wisdom, it mattered, and Viscount Gilmore was dismissed from the Foreign Ministry deliberation. I'm not just saying I failed my job. He touched a woman's ass and was dismissed, which means he died a nobleman."

Morgan is angry that the murderer, Viscount Gilmore, was dismissed for some of the most dishonorable reasons.

And above all, he was angry that Isaac had taken a way that lacked consideration.

"It's the... I wonder if it would be good if I were a king partisan..."

"It can't be good!

Morgan roughs up his voice and slaps his desk.

Suddenly, not just Isaac, but Randolph.

"Certainly not factions. But as a subordinate to His Majesty the same king, there is a line that must not be crossed. Just because you disagree doesn't mean you should eliminate it. You're going to be an emperor who pushes people when you're only right."

"Eh."

- Are you going to be an emperor too?

The word pierces Isaac's heart.

I was surprised to see that you were aiming for a king.

But this time, the words are not a sign of Isaac's ambition.

He scolds the ruthlessness of "whoever opposes you, whatever happens".

"No, I don't mean that"

"Then why did you make a suggestion that only the elves should be considered?

"... I prioritized people I knew over people I'd never met."

There is no mixing of lies in this word.

If Viscount Gilmore were someone with as much company as Baron Olgren, he would have figured out a way to make both faces.

"I don't have a relationship, and I don't care what happens to the royal court nobility of the Wang Party," he thought.

Isaac had accepted the situation as it was natural to be scolded if he thought that way.

"Isaac, I've never met anyone who has a different opinion, but I have a family. What would you say if I or Randolph got caught in the dark because they'd never seen me before?

"Sad, sir."

"That's right, that's fine. Think of that sad thought next, extending the scope to others as well. I'm not the only one who needs to feel sad."

Morgan talks like he teaches Isaac.

How many times have you worried about Isaac?

But no matter how many times I had to scold him, I wasn't going to give up correcting him.

Unlike Jude, Isaac has the heart to "help the people within him".

Sometimes you make decisions that you don't think are children, but still having people's hearts didn't make you give up Morgan.

I thought Isaac was a sweet kid in response to the elves.

Morgan also had the thought that even if he was normally bordered on the surface, he was different from the elves.

But Isaac has the same attitude as dealing with humans.

Though an unknown child, he thought he could handle this because there was a measure of acceptability of the other person.

Unlike Jude, who treats even his own children like pawns.

This is how I scold you, because I think Isaac would understand, and he hasn't abandoned you.

This is how I leave them without scolding them, which I think is useless to talk to.

"Look, Isaac. The world is not easily divided between two enemies or allies. You may not understand now, but you have enemies among your allies, and you have allies among your enemies. The idea that he is an enemy is wrong because he is not in an allied faction. Hold your horizons wide. Just remember that."

"Yes, Grandpa"

Morgan puts up with Isaac, who is shunned, wanting to say "I'm sorry, I oversaid it".

I know this isn't about telling a kid who just turned seven last month.

But iron has the word to strike while it's hot.

If you have a threaded gut by the Marquis of Wellrod, three-generation law, you can stretch him straight from an early age.

I thought it was for my lovely grandson, and now it was a ghost.

"Both of you, reflect carefully. You may step back."

"Sorry......"

"I will take it sincerely and be careful from now on..."

Isaac and Randolph end up bowing their heads and exiting.

The look on the faces of the two people who left the room is dark.

After a short walk down the hall, Randolph opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry about that. I got caught in it."

"No, as my grandfather told me, I should have expressed my opinion with a broad perspective..."

Isaac was reminded of his immaturity.

"Because I have memories of a previous life," he was on track, but his friendship was narrow.

- School friends among students.

- Since I became a member of society, I've been a person at work.

Even if the customers who come to the tavern are regular customers, there is nothing to talk about other than listening to orders.

There's nothing like deep discussions with customers to sell in, like a sales position.

I had only experienced relationships to the extent that "the opposite fits" and "the opposite does not fit" within a limited range of store employees and part-time workers.

In the first place, I should have noticed the existence of "enemies among my allies" even if Morgan hadn't told me.

- Melinda and Nathan.

These two should be the same Marquis Welrod family, but they are essentially enemies.

Likewise, Viscount Gilmore and I may have been able to show understanding to the aristocracy, even in the Wang party.

Isaac was noticed by the narrowness of his field of view and was reflecting at no time.

"Never mind......, I'm not saying. But by being scolded like this, we can make the next use of it. Reflect and try not to make the same mistake"

"Yes, Father"

Isaac takes Randolph's hand and walks down the hall.

My parents and children are all scolded, so I feel heavy, but I feel a little lighter by holding hands and feeling the warmth of the other person.

And I met Bridget at the corner of the hallway.

"Is that it? Mr. Bridget, it's kind of dark."

Isaac speaks to Bridget.

Bridget had dropped her shoulders enough to tell at a glance.

"Even when I calm down, I still just think I've been overdone knee-kicking in the face just because I've been touched in the ass. If it was still about binta, it would have been put away in a discussion, but it pissed me off...... It turned out to be a good outcome for the Elves, but it wasn't something to do in a friendly discussion."

"Ah......"

"It's..."

Exactly. Isaac and Randolph couldn't say a word of comfort either.

Apparently Viscount Gilmore had a broken nose.

It doesn't matter because the other elves have healed the injury, but it seems a little heavy as a price for demented behavior.

"But you're pretty much imitating me like a color trick, aren't you? Is that good?

"It's okay. Because doing it to make fun of children changes the meaning of being touched by adults. Well, kids won't know."

Perhaps Bridget has a physiological aversion in that "adults touch for erotic purposes".

Seems like he's clearly on the line with kids and adults.

"Hum, that's what it is"

Isaac pretended not to know.

If you think you know, there will be no more color tricks in the future.

That makes me feel a little wasted.

"Do you want to talk to each other for a little while, even for tea?

Randolph hasn't been scolded by his father in a long time and is disgusted.

I tried to distract myself with the chatter.

Besides, it's their chance to know what they think to say a little stupidity.

I will be dating elves in the future, so it's not bad to know the elves through Bridget.

"Sounds good for a change of mood. Let's do that."

I'm reflecting, but I guess you just want to ease your unpleasant mood.

Bridget took a light ride on Randolph's invitation.

"But don't forget to be angry."

"I know. I mean, you're not mad at each other for being scolded. Don't talk like any other person."

"Well, well. It's barren to argue with someone who's been baffled enough."

Isaac and Randolph alone had a dark atmosphere, but just adding one softened it.

It helps that some people don't read the air like Bridget at times like this.

The atmosphere soothed and the three headed to the living room to comfort each other.

At times like this, whilst reflecting, talking about stupidity is the best way to calm your mind.