Chapter Thirty-Five
.Chapter Thirty-Five.
At these words, my father said with an angry expression: “Of course, it’s true.”
He turned to me in a strong tone: “It would be better for you to live your life than to give it to the bastard….
There is no one to depend on in this world!.
So you'll have to learn to live on your own, Carmela. Even if I die, you should be able to take charge and take good care of yourself. Of course, I will teach the next heir after you to manage the family, but you also have to have your own strength. “.
Father's face seemed to be full of anger, since he had personally witnessed the recent events, his trust in the world was lost: "If you don't become the heiress, what will happen to our family then? There will be a scoundrel like that who dares to woo you.
Anyway, people like this are all the same.
You can't trust them! So instead of disciplining him and quarreling with him once or twice, it is better for you to learn a trade so that you do not need him, even if it is difficult.”
My mother looked at my father with a pitiful expression.
She seemed to want to ask what lay beneath his words.
But since it was time to eat, she gently shook her head and focused on her plate.
I hesitated briefly, repeatedly opening and closing my mouth, but decided to stop trying to say anything.
In fact, I quietly agreed with my father's words. There was no reason for discussion.
So she naturally changed the subject: “You've never heard of this Rust Mine...Are you very concerned about it? Is it a gemstone mine? Or is it an iron mine?”
The father thought for a moment with a thoughtful expression, then shrugged: “You should start learning about the work little by little now… It’s better to have some knowledge beforehand.”
The father explained in a practical tone that the Rust family mine was originally famous for being a rich silver mine.
However, after digging for three generations, the silver veins dried up.
It seemed that the fate of the Rust family was shifting.
My father said that the people who relied on the mine to build their estates didn't know how to build their estate properly without the mine.
Count Rust had two options: use the remaining money to renovate the property and change the income method, or invest in the mine again to find a path to new wealth… In the end he chose the latter.
Fortunately for him, the decision turned out to be the right one.
Surprisingly, the presence of mithril was discovered.
“He was about to lose the property inherited from his ancestors... Remember this... If you choose to hold on slowly, your chance will come one day... However, when you choose between all or nothing, your gain in such cases is very rare.”
My father is of the utmost integrity, with a financial point of view that hates high-risk expenses and burdens.
Sometimes, I felt that because he was in a position of power he had to show this side.
My father's point of view was cold, but sometimes it hit the nail on the head.
In fact, there were many factors for success and failure, especially when the fate of so many people was at stake.
It was foolish to risk your life gambling with such a high probability of failure.
“But he succeeded,” I said.
After finishing the meal, the father wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and shook his head in satisfaction: “Fortunately, otherwise he would have been torn apart by the fierce Viscount Dunno... Paine tried to dig for silver and borrowed money from Viscount Dunno... I heard that he managed to get a lot of money from Viscount Dunno....”
Father turned his head away with a displeased expression.
“If it were me, I would rather live as a commoner than borrow money from Viscount Danube.”
My eyes widened...I didn't know my father would talk like that.
“Is he harsh with debtors?”
My father's face became troubled when I asked.
“He's taking it too far... Let's stop talking about this now. It's not an appropriate conversation after eating.”
Father's tone became businesslike again.
“Anyway, many people were interested in this matter, but it ended up that Count Roost talked to Count Danube… He thought about it for a while, but well, if I were Viscount Roost, I would make way for many people.
I won’t stop him… Anyway, if it’s okay with his side, he won’t hurt us… We belong to the same Imperial Faction as well.”
“Moreover, the land is too far away for us to manage,” Abi added.
“However, dealing with mithril mining is a challenge, and many craftsmen may be needed. I am not sure if Viscount Roost can handle this matter, but if he needs any help, I am willing to help. I can do so skillfully for friends.”
But I was busy with different thoughts.
The person who financed the development of the mine was Viscount Danube….
Viscount Rust was deeply in debt.
It is known that Viscount Dono was cruel to debtors.
Viscount Dono seems to take advantage of the Rost family's weakness, and acts arrogantly.
Diane might be in trouble.
Various clues came to mind.
Could the mine deal itself be a scam...?.
But no wealthy family could invest such a large amount without conducting thorough research.
Out of curiosity, I opened my mouth.
“Is there a possibility that the mithril mining news is a lie?”
Father frowned at my words.
“What nonsense? How could Count Danube fool all the noble families who showed interest?”
It was true… This was the only explanation for the strange gift Viscount Dono had sent to Diane and his suspicious behavior.
With such weak evidence, it was clear that I could not say much about such an important deal.
Or rather, in order not to upset my father, I refrained from talking further because it might lead to suspicion if my words turned out to be true later.
She spoke casually with slight curiosity: “Of course, the investigation teams of each family should be comprehensive. But what if they can deceive everyone and obtain incredible riches, it is worth a try if they can succeed.”
My father’s pupils became as icy as his words, which came out cold and distant from any particular individual: “This is not possible, but if so, it would be difficult to survive in this empire unless I ran away to the east.”
Even though he spoke in an indifferent tone, his words were strangely heavy.
His frozen face was unfamiliar.
For a moment, I felt as if I was seeing one of the faces he was showing to the outside world.
Even though he was my familiar father, he looked rather scary.
I replied somewhat confused: “I see.”
My father looked at my face, softened his expression, and returned to his usual tone: "No matter what, this kind of thing can't happen. I heard that Diana and others witnessed a mithril mining scene among various noble families and research teams. They are currently mining mithril."
However, even after hearing my father's confirmation, I couldn't help but feel somewhat suspicious.
My father's story was plausible and logical, but it could not explain Viscount Dono's actions.
In the end, my evidence was based solely on the fact that Viscount Donough sent Diana a strange gift and behaved suspiciously.
With such weak evidence, I was unable to express my doubts about such an important transaction.
Or rather, I did not want to create an embarrassing doubt that would cause inconvenience and put me in a weak position when there were real reasons for doubt.
I told my father that I would go to Diane to give her a gift soon as an excuse to tell her what happened.
I was in a hurry because I wanted to discuss what I had learned with her.
I waited for the right time to visit her home. As the sun rose higher in the sky, I headed to Diana's house.
However, it may have been a mistake not to send a messenger at first, as the butler looked puzzled and told me, “Miss Diana is not feeling well today and has asked us to turn away all visitors.”
I was disappointed, but I managed to control my facial expressions and said, “I understand. Please convey my message to Diana, and ask her to rest and take care of her health.”
Whether I was very excited to visit her, there was no talk between us after this incident, it was my fault for coming like this and I can't blame her for not receiving me.
At that moment, a noise came from the stairs leading to the hall.
It sounded like someone was rushing down the stairs, making a noise.
The noise was so insignificant and unrefined that it could not have echoed through the central staircase of a nobleman's house.
The servant and I raised our heads up out of curiosity. We heard an urgent cry from above: "No~! Don't go~! I'm fine!"
The butler and I were surprised, and focused on the person coming down the stairs. Diana was the one who rushed downstairs, wearing her pajamas, her hair disheveled, and running urgently down the stairs.
“Wait for me~!”
When she descended recklessly, I saw her out of breath. It seemed that she was in a hurry for some reason.
The reason she was descending so quickly was one thing, but the way she was descending was so reckless that it made me turn pale in surprise, and I involuntarily shouted: “Diane, be careful!”
I heard many stories of people falling down their stairs and breaking their necks.
However, Diana came down the stairs with her white nightgown flying like a flag, not tripping once, and even being barefoot.
The servant and I were surprised and amazed.
Judging by the butler's passing expression, he had probably never witnessed such a situation before.
Diana bent down, panting heavily, then spoke in a breathless voice.
“…Huff…Huff…..”
However, we had to wait for her for a few moments.
After catching her breath with her hand at her side, she looked at the butler and said: “In the future, when I tell you…… I send the guests away… Miss Carmilla is an exception.”
Rost’s butler, who was trembling with fear along with her, spoke in a trembling voice: “Yes… Miss. I will do it.”
However, even if the butler agreed to let me pass, I had no intention of doing so.
How could she do something so reckless? A trip down that long, high flight of stairs could break her fragile neck.
She stared at Diana with a shocked expression as she scolded her, saying, "Diana! What were you thinking? How could you jump up those long, high stairs like that? You could have just been injured. What if I got injured or died?"
Unusually, I scolded her seriously.
“Are you trying to turn the beautiful incident in which I came to meet a dear friend of mine into the incident of my friend’s death?”
Diana was confused, and it was difficult to contain my anger.
I was really surprised... I thought she might have been injured or worse.
However, contrary to my expectations, Diana suddenly looked at me, with a shy laugh and a smug look on her face.
She smiled as she nectared the flowers as he came out.
I was surprised for a moment by her unexpected reaction, and became confused as I looked at her. Diana smiled coquettishly and shyly and said: “I was very happy to have Miss Carmela here... That's all... I was in a hurry because I was afraid the butler would send you away...”
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