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

Around September.

The number of visitors to Isaac increased again.

Visitors are mainly ex-Nathanists.

- Can I really stir up Melinda?

That's what I'm asking.

I see that Isaac wants to establish himself as the master of one generation after another.

But they have doubts about how to do it.

So I wanted to make sure before I went to King's Capital, where the nobles gather.

- If you're going to do something, why don't you do it in an area where nobility is dispersed in your city?

- Don't you have to go out of your way to try to do something in the King's Capital, where nobles under the Marquis Welrod umbrella are easy to assemble?

Because that's what I thought.

Isaac told them that.

"If it's Grandpa Hii, what do you do when you're like this?"

- And just shy away from explicit remarks.

But that was enough.

If you are older than a certain age, the memory of Jude, the predecessor, is still burning brightly.

Just to be reminded of its existence, they imagined Isaac on his own "how to cook Melinda and the others" and were wary.

More recently, Isaac remembered to "make himself look bigger than he actually is and freak out".

- He interprets his words at will and imagines at will what he will do.

- And he's afraid of me.

It was effective to make them look big and fear themselves.

I need something to attract more people than I don't have talent.

Unfortunately, charisma is unlikely to be acquired.

So I gave the answer that I had no choice but to use candy and whips.

- Candy is profitable.

If you obey yourself, you can benefit.

In this case, ex-Nathanists who cooperated have been fed immunity.

I forgive you for taking Isaac and Lucia lightly over the years.

Depending on how it worked afterwards, it also suggested further benefits.

- Whip is fear.

The Marquis of Wellrod, use the laws of three generations.

"Those who succeed the Lord three generations later from Jude will naturally be the ones who instigate fear," everyone should think.

Use that psychology to take words and actions that incite fear.

Doing so will make Jude superimpose herself and obey.

We don't just make them fear and force them to order, we make sure that if we follow Isaac, we benefit properly.

And fear only uses it as a means to keep the traitor out.

Fear is a means, not an end.

A difficult enemy emerges that was a one-step grown Isaac, but whose growth does not work.

- It's Lucia.

"Well done"

Lucia praises the distorted figure painting on campus.

The maid, who was sitting in a chair and was a model for the painting, has a reassuring look on her face that "the model can move after it's finished".

For Isaac, art was nothing but pain.

But it was Isaac himself who invited this to happen.

Norman's report found Isaac to be sufficiently academic as a student.

"Then the study will be good to the extent that I review it before school," my parents decided, instead, to study art for emotional education.

Like Terrence, even Randolph's impressed scholars were ineffective.

So, first, Lucia taught me until I got used to painting.

Sometimes it's good to stay in the arts as a nobleman, and I started teaching Isaac how to paint.

If Isaac had been a more childish child, they wouldn't have thought to let him learn art for his emotional education.

"Is this well done?

Isaac said as he looked at the painting he had painted.

I should have been painting a maid who was smiling while sitting in a chair, but it's a creepy picture like Munk's scream.

In a way, this would be talent, too.

"If it's a child's drawing, your head can be drawn big, but you can draw with proper body balance in mind. That's all I need at first. If you practice more, you'll be able to draw straight lines, so let's be temperamental."

Lucia tries to motivate Isaac by praising him.

Whatever you do, you come in from denial, because it inhibits growth.

Besides, I'm not teaching you to be a painter.

That's just what Isaac's doing to educate him about his passions.

I wish they would grow up to be sensitive children rather than be small and cautious.

"The next time I draw, I want to draw flowers and landscapes."

"That would be nice, too."

Lucia was delighted about my child, who loved nature.

But Isaac doesn't like nature.

Because I felt psychological burdens about drawing maids.

Though I was sitting there, I was filled with feelings of sorry for the maid who was trying not to break my pose or expression.

Originally, I just thought it would be easier to draw flowers that didn't move from the spot.

If I tried it on Isaac, I just didn't like it in painting and other art classes.

I think you're "good" if you look at a beautiful painting, and if you look at a distinctive painting, you're like, "What is this painting?" to the extent that I think.

Pictures are the type I think we should let good people paint.

If I can figure out the good and bad pictures myself, that's fine.

I didn't even want to improve and paint a beautiful picture.

If Lucia hadn't been with us, she would have run away from painting properly and deludedly.

"If I go to the King's Capital, shall I paint a royal palace?"

"... Yes"

You can't just treat my mother without her, and Isaac can't run from art anymore.

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"Ha..."

Isaac exhales as he takes care of the flowerbed.

Having begun to have no choice but to take popularity has become a valuable time to breathe now that we have been busy with various things.

It's something I don't know what will happen to my life.

Now I'm just going to do your drawing, but one day I might be done with pottery, sculpture, etc.

The growth of flowers depends on the individual flowers, but art relationships leave their talents and strengths as a form.

It was hard to be shown my lack of talent as a form.

The task of stacking in the tunnels of draining weeds and watering flowers in this way is more suited to the sex.

"Dear Isaac, may I help you?

It was Carl, the gardener, who spoke up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Only while you're in the King's Landing."

This exchange takes place almost daily.

Carl's position is that Isaac can't just let him do it and leave him alone.

He was speaking up and expressing his willingness to help if necessary.

"Say it whenever you need it"

"Thanks"

Because I knew about it, Isaac also answered without making an unpleasant face.

I intend to understand more or less the hardships of those who are used by people.

Carl walked away as usual to do his job.

To the usual exchange, the usual sight.

But today was a little different.

"What is wrong with you to thank the inferior?

- Nathan's been speaking to Isaac.

There are no surroundings.

Nathan is alone.

I don't usually come to Lucia's side of the annex, but it seems different today.

Apparently, Isaac needs you.

Carl walked away and waited for Isaac to be alone.

"If a relationship can be smooth with one mouth, I've never crossed it. Brother."

"Well, he's as smart as ever"

Nathan didn't seem to like Isaac's answer.

From there, silence comes for a while.

The two stared at each other and Nathan opened his mouth, unable to stand the silence.

"You, tell your grandfather you're relinquishing your inheritance from yourself."

Apparently, I'm here to tell Isaac to give up succeeding him.

Isaac is dismayed by the way things are said too frankly.

"Do you need that?

"Yes."

Nathan answers Isaac's questions instantly.

"'Cause it's better if you don't succeed."

"That's..., what do you think"

Isaac answers with a half laugh.

(After all, even this kid is a kid if he's good)

It was too reason not to go down, so I didn't listen properly.

But Isaac wasn't going to listen, even if it was for a good reason.

To Isaac's attitude like that, Nathan doesn't try to hide his discomfort.

"I'm saying it with kindness!

For some reason, Nathan roughs up his voice.

But it's a big favor to Isaac.

Whatever the presence that stands in the way of a step toward one's glorious future says, it's only a murmur.

I decided to flush it properly.

"I suppose you have such a sweet idea that you can marry Mr. Bridget if you take the lead anyway. You'd better pick someone decent."

Isaac stirs up Nathan with a mouthful of mockery.

"That's not true. No one else is as pathetic as Mr. Bridget!

Nathan seemed to dislike Bridget's ridicule more than his "sweet thoughts" and his ridicule.

Isaac is a little confused, being reacted to by someone different from the stuff he aimed at and incited.

Too bad we even had it in common to the low fat milk (Hindu), but Bridget's girlfriends were all cute kids too.

You can also say that they are just pathetic in appearance.

That said, even if I show them, Nathan might say Bridget is the best.

That's what first love correction is all about.

"No, it's not. It's not."

For a moment, Isaac wondered if he was denied seeing what he was thinking.

"That's not what I'm trying to say. Isaac, it's about you. You got a lot of money, didn't you? You shouldn't have any trouble living with Mrs. Lucia either. Can we just give up being heirs?"

But it wasn't.

I seem to have said "no" to something out of the ordinary.

Nathan returned to the story of his successor.

Brother, I'm not giving up.

8 billion leads.

In a previous life, he would have chosen to go on living like a deserter, happy to have gotten a lot of money.

But because of this, I was born in an upper class called the Marquis, and I have the opportunity to gain power, not just money.

You can't give that up.

And above all, I have the idea that "you have to be yourself to save Pamela from Jason".

- Gold, power, women.

It's not the three greatest human desires, it's the opportunity to have all three of the men's desires.

I just got the money, and there's no reason I have to give up the other two.

Moreover, in the view of the entire Marquis Wellrod family, there are more assets than 8 billion leads.

It's foolish to just look at the partial part of "cash in hand" and abandon your successor's position and hide.

Isaac looks down in his heart about Nathan, "I knew this guy was just a kid," he said.

"You don't know what to do! I don't care what happens!

Nathan threw up one last word and left.

(You're the one who doesn't know what's gonna happen)

Isaac drops off that hindsight as he thinks, "Oh, boy."

Isaac is not a real child.

So I forgot.

When you were about Nathan, were you honestly telling someone you had complex thoughts about?

Nathan had grown as a person these days, and his heart had grown big enough to worry about his brother, who was a rare relationship.

The air around my mother had changed and I was here to tell her to get off the inheritance dispute worried about Isaac.

In person, in the best possible form.

But the thought is trampled by the person you worry about.

Even now.

And even in the future.