NOVPUBI try to rest on weekends, or rather, on Sundays.
If you don't rest properly even one day a week, you die.
Also, the money I earn is for Erica, Chloe, and Chris to live happily. What's the use of piling up money in the safe and dying without spending a single penny?
So I was planning to go to mass today and give Leo a little brother...
"Haha, these fries are really tasty. Don't you think so, Viscount?"
"I put some chili peppers in the mayonnaise, so they taste spicy and strong." 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
"Jim often comes here to enjoy these fries and beer. You should definitely come visit later."
"I'll bring Erica later."
My weekend was taken away by the evil emperor.
I was going to go to mass on Sunday and spend my free time comfortably, but suddenly a servant from the palace came and gave me this message.
‘Assey, welcome to voluntary weekend returns! Come to the tavern called Potato and Pig by 6pm!’
He didn’t actually say that, but the result is what you see now.
Why do you invite people to a place like this on the weekend?
It’s not that the French fries are bad, but if you were me, would you want to have a company dinner with your boss on the weekend?
It’s a shame that I can’t criticize the Emperor right in front of me, Han.
“The schnitzel and aglio olio here are really great. I’ve even ordered some for you, so eat as much as you want.”
“I’m so touched, Your Majesty.”
“The schnitzel alone is as delicious as your restaurant, so you can have high expectations.”
The Emperor, who seemed to only eat expensive food made by royal chefs his entire life, ate the side dishes eaten by the common people as if he were eating Michelin 3-star food.
Judging from the reactions of the guards around him, they didn’t seem particularly shocked...
He must have really come here often and had a delicious meal.
When I first told you that if you wanted to know the people, you had to know what the serfs were living like, and when I gave you the food that the serfs were eating, you frowned and ate it, right?
No matter how cheap the French fries are, they are delicious food.
Or maybe you acted like a saint and became a saint through and through, so you can enjoy the food of the common people.
‘You have truly become a saintly king.’
“I see you come here often, Your Majesty.”
The emperor smiled warmly like a grandfather looking at his grandson after hearing my words.
“You come here once every ten days. The Grand Chamberlain criticized me for eating food that only the common people eat, saying that it is not good for my dignity. I said that. Will the country fall if the emperor eats food that the common people eat? Rather, if I give up my authority like this, the people will respect me more. What are you worried about?”
“You have become a regular.”
“This is all thanks to you. You showed me that the food that the common people eat is more delicious than you think. Master, is this schnitzel yet?”
When the Emperor came out of the palace, he came in secret, but here, was it because I openly revealed that I was the Emperor?
The owner here was frying schnitzel with a look that was tens of thousands of times more nervous than the soldiers who met the division commander in person.
At this point, he looked a little pitiful.
But unlike the Korean division commander, our Emperor is someone who is truly respected by all the people, so maybe that’s why?
The chef’s face had a smile that he couldn’t hide.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute! I’ll serve you the best schnitzel in our restaurant.”
“Squeeze some lemon juice on the schnitzel. And give me a lot of special sauce and boiled potatoes.”
“Yes, yes, Your Majesty!”
The Emperor smiled and dipped the French fries in the sauce while eating them.
“Is it because I want to hear the people’s voices up close?”
“That’s right. When I’m alone or sometimes with the captain of the guards, I can hear what the people think of me. The voices of those who are drunk and say everything they can’t say are the public sentiment you emphasized so much, aren’t they?”
Some thoughtless company commanders and battalion commanders are trying to understand the soldiers’ grievances by listening to their wishes or their inner voices...
That’s worse than not doing it at all.
Let’s say a clueless new recruit writes about barracks absurdities or bullying.
Even if it actually happened, the person who reported it will see their treatment deteriorate dramatically from that day on.
If they hadn’t reported it, their treatment would have improved little by little as they were promoted in rank, but because they reported it, they’re basically stuck with the privates who are washing mops until they’re discharged.
In more severe cases, they treat him like he doesn’t exist in the military.
‘So that’s why it’s just a system for show.’
Furthermore, the commoners, as human beings, naturally don’t speak frankly in front of the emperor.
In a tavern like this, nobles and the emperor are cursed, so it’s easy to figure out the true sentiment of the people.
“All kinds of curses are coming and going. When the craftsmen gather, they say that the boss gives them overtime pay, but he’s a son of a bitch who treats them too well, so he’ll go to hell. When the civil servants gather, they say that the rookie administrators don’t know how to do their jobs and are doing stupid things, so they’ll probably die.”
“It seems like people live in similar places.”
“Do you gossip too?”
If you say no, you’ll be suspected, and if you honestly say that you do, you’ll be called a crazy person.
You should just let it go by saying that you’ve only said things that can be laughed off.
“His Highness the Duke Visconti keeps asking me to show him his great-grandson, but I don’t know what’s so urgent about it, so I grumbled to Sebastian, our family’s butler. Then Sebastian said, “What did you say?”
“He said that when the Visconti is in his {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} mid-thirties, he will be saying the same thing to Leo. And he said that he will understand his feelings only when he holds his grandson in his arms.”
“Yes, there is nothing more important than showing him your grandson. That is the best filial piety. Please give the former Baron Medici a successor soon.”
No matter how much the times change, this kind of thing doesn’t change.
“I counted the number of stories, but among all the gossip, there was no story of insulting me. Whenever I was mentioned, everyone only praised me, saying that I was proud, respected, and a great person.”
“Greetings, Your Majesty.” “It’s all thanks to you. You created the law of the four estates, saved the people from the plague, reduced the taxes imposed on the serfs, and told them through the newspapers how I served them. Thanks to you, I enjoy power, respect, and honor that none of my predecessors have ever enjoyed.”
Before I intervened, the Emperor felt like the most powerful man among the nobles.
But now, the Emperor has become a powerful ruler who can uproot even the Visconti Dukes if he wants to.
“It’s all thanks to you. I trust you absolutely, even if the nobles slander you as a traitor and a traitor.”
At the same time, the Emperor handed me a letter.
A letter completely tainted with the sender’s name.
“Can I read it?”
“You may.”
[Your Majesty, the Viscount Rothschild has long since acquired enormous wealth and power that cannot be considered a mere viscount. And his wisdom and insight are already beyond anyone in the Tuscan Empire.]
I frowned when I saw this.
How dare you doubt me, the most loyal subject of the Tuscan Empire.
Honestly, I could rival a war hero like Admiral Nelson of the Tuscan Empire, or even Yue Fei or Zhuge Liang.
Unlike that bastard Zhuge Liang, I plan to successfully conquer the Holy Empire...
‘There are so many authors who don’t trust me.’
I would like to retaliate, but that handwriting is like that, and the sender is hidden, so I can’t figure out who it is.
[The Viscount Rothschild is a dangerous person for Your Majesty and the Empire to handle. [If you try to embrace someone you can't handle, the empire may be shaken, so please subdue him as soon as possible and protect the peace of the empire.]
The contents of the letter were roughly up to this point.
As soon as I finished reading, the Emperor took the letter from me.
"I've heard a lot of talk lately that you're a traitor. I don't believe it at all. Rather than believe that you're a traitor, I'd rather believe in Allah."
"...... Thank you for trusting me, Your Majesty."
The Emperor burned the letter in front of me.
"I will trust you even if the empire falls. However, the current situation could lead to bigger problems. So I have a radical proposal for you."
....... Something makes you feel uneasy?
"Do you want to become a member of the imperial family?"
As I said that, I dropped the French fries in my hand.
