Legendary Youngest Son of the Marquis House Chapter 401

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Episode 401

My intuition was telling me.

This old man.

It seems like he’s trying to float me by bouncing me off right now.

“There are many urban designers, but I don’t remember anyone like you. You call yourself an architect, but aren’t you an artist? An artist who wants to leave a legacy.”

“… … .”

“Let’s make it. If the skills of the humans are not good enough, the dwarves will support you as much as you want. We will support you in everything from building the buildings, to decorations, fountains, roads, and everything else, to high-circle mana users and even the best materials from all over the country.”

After saying that, he paused for a moment. He said everything he wanted to say, oh, just a moment.

I forgot to mention this.

“The city you create will be a new city where all races will live together.”

Edouard, who had been listening to my story with an expression of interest, suddenly distorted his expression at the end.

It’s not that I’m angry or anything, but I should say I’m more shocked than bewildered.

“… … Did I hear wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dwarves, orcs, harpies, trolls, elves, and humans? A city where all races live together?”

I was silent.

Then Edouard muttered softly.

“… … This guy is really crazy.”

For a moment, Edouard flinched.

It seems like he was surprised by the words he blurted out unconsciously without realizing it, and he was right.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I made a mistake… … .”

Edouard couldn’t finish his sentence.

Because Marquis Leopold, who was behind him, quickly blocked his path.

“Ah, Your Majesty. This is… … a mistake. It really is a mistake. I hope you will be generous and overlook it… … .”

To be honest, I tried to pretend not to hear it, but it was too close for me to be able to do that. No, do I look like such a bad guy?

“I’m not that ill-tempered.”

It’s true.

Where in the world is there a person as kind as me?

Still, it feels a little bit refreshing.

When I give him a light smile, Marquis Leopold sighs in relief and steps back again.

That gentleman, was he originally that kind of bird-breasted?

anyway.

“Do you think it won’t work?”

Edouard coughed in vain in response to my question, then answered.

“Not thin.”

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“Is that so?”

“Each race has a different culture. I went to the Forest of Demons when I was young, and it was really different. Are you grouping them together? Is there really a need to do that?”

necessary.

Of course there is.

“Obviously, each race has a different culture. But do you know exactly what the differences are?”

Edouard closed his mouth, seemingly speechless.

Not only Leopold, who was nearby, but everyone else was silent.

Because it was a problem that couldn’t be easily talked about.

“Orcs love to fight, but they may seem ignorant, but they are actually a very rational race. The fighting they pursue is a means for them to prove themselves as true warriors, and ironically, it is also their new way of socializing, where they can become friends.”

He just carried the load on his back.

“Elf seek harmony with nature, but it is not absolute. People of the world think that elves only eat grass, but they eat more meat than grass.”

“… … .”

“Harpies are more beautiful than any other race and are as skilled in the arts of magic as elves. There are many other things besides. But humans do not know exactly what they are. Even if you summarize it in a book, they probably would not be interested.”

I looked around for a moment.

“The moment I placed the Demon Forest under my feet, it was decided that humans and other races must live in harmony with each other. I do not want division. If we do not know each other’s culture and only reject each other, civil war will break out in the near future.”

The intelligent being is an animal of desire.

Even people who think they know each other well fight each other, so if they are from different species who don’t know each other, then it’s like saying everything.

A civil war will surely break out at some point, and to reduce the damage from that civil war, we need a buffer where we understand each other.

Charlotte is a little different from what she had in mind when she was thinking of making herself the queen of the forest.

In this vast landmass, there must be at least one city where everyone, regardless of race, can live together. That land will naturally become the capital.

“Aren’t you curious?”

“… … What?”

“What are the limits of the architectural philosophy you pursue? Will the city you design fit that absurd idea? Will that philosophy produce a comfortable result where all races can gather in one place and live in harmony?”

After a brief pause, he resumed his speech, carrying his backpack behind his back as was his custom.

“Are those fake models in the yard really your philosophy? Surely you are not satisfied with such things. What would your philosophy, which will be made on such a large scale in such a vast territory, look like? If you could make your imagination a reality, how beautiful it would be, really, aren’t you curious?”

Edouard Jeanlegri ran a hand over his face. And a sigh escaped his lips.

“Is this a line you prepared in advance?”

He shook his head. What are the preparations?

“If that’s not true, then you are truly a bad person.”

“Me?”

“If you stimulate people’s desires like that, it’s foul play. How can you possibly say you won’t do it?”

Edouard looked at me for a moment and then asked a question.

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“Did you say Aveiro?”

“If you are talking about my close associate and the new prime minister of the country, Milos… … Yes, that is Aveiro.”

“At first I thought you were a scarecrow.”

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Since it was a bit of a random topic, I didn’t answer right away.

“You, the powerful one, are being controlled by a villain named Aveiro… … That’s what I thought. A strong kid who doesn’t know anything about the world is being controlled from behind, isn’t that what happens?”

“What is that?”

“It’s like a novel where there’s a mastermind who hides behind the scenes and creates his own world. I thought that was how the world worked, but now that I see it for myself, I understand. Aveiro, he wasn’t a traitor.”

Edouard took a cigarette out of his pocket and snapped his fingers.

The sparks and moisture naturally burst from his fingers, and the inspiration takes a deep breath.

And the rising smoke.

“Huh… … Do you know why I am here?”

I knew it because I heard it from Aveiro, but I just shook my head and pretended not to know.

“Do you know why I, who have the empty title of Honorary Count, am treating Marquis Leopold here so condescendingly?”

I knew this too, but I just shook my head.

But Edouard was not a fool, and neither was Leopold.

They both noticed that I knew and didn’t want to mention it.

Edouard said.

“It was ten years ago. When I was in the Teslan castle, Mazar Teslan said this. I will give you the title of honorary count, but you should go away.”

The reason was nothing special.

There are many different professions on the continent.

Edouard Jeanlegri had two professions in his public life: administrator and architect.

But that wasn’t all.

He was good at everything related to art, including urban planning.

Painting, sculpture, architecture, crafts, etc.

As a side note, the outdoor conference hall in the Teslan Royal Palace where the summit was held was also built and designed by this Edouard.

Not to mention the fountain and lawn surrounding it.

Is that all?

The place where Cell carried out the massacre in the Kingdom of Matthias was also an outdoor conference hall, and that was also designed by Edouard.

Something similar to dispatching troops.

Edouard Jeanlegri, a man of great talent, had so many followers that he was unusual for a magistrate to have had such outstanding abilities.

That’s why I fell out of favor.

Crown Prince Agares Teslan, including Magyar Teslan, basically regarded the people of the country as livestock, and if the livestock showed outstanding abilities, they were the ones who would rather throw them away than use them.

So it was abandoned.

“To be exact, it was exile. But if I had been exiled to a foreign land, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Because I would have died. At that time, this guy Leopold respected my abilities and accepted me. He said that a talented person like you shouldn’t die so quickly, so come under his umbrella.”

Edouard’s gaze turned to Leopold.

“After that, I became that guy’s son’s godfather. He’s quite successful for a nobleman of commoner origin.”

So that’s why the Honorary Count called the Marquis of Succession, “You bastard,” and it was a huge amount.

I looked at Marquis Leopold with renewed eyes.

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I don’t know the details of what friction he had with Aveiro, but it was clear that he was a pretty nice guy.

No, what nobleman would entrust the position of godfather to a commoner of honorary noble birth?

“There may have been political reasons. But did you see that just now? He didn’t say anything even when you cursed at him to his face. That’s the kind of guy he is. He doesn’t act greedily like a nobleman, and does whatever his heart tells him to do. He doesn’t know how to be greedy. I’ve developed a peculiar habit since I saw him.”

“What is that?”

“I just feel sick when I see those thoughtless, ignorant nobles who have power. So I’ve developed a habit of testing others, but when I first saw you, I thought you were one of those types.”

He laughed leisurely.

I definitely felt like they were watching me, but I guess it wasn’t an illusion.

“So what? Do I seem a little different?”

“… … It’s very different.”

“is it so?”

“The foolish ones in power only think about their own safety. You think about the safety of the countless people under you, not your own safety. You are so different that it would be rude to compare you to them.”

I should say it feels a little unfamiliar.

I’ve had my face gilded many times, but I don’t think I’ve ever had someone gild my face so openly.

“Okay, I’ll design it for you. Is it urgent?”

“It’s not urgent, but how long will it take?”

“It takes at least a month, as the blueprint doesn’t come out right away.”

“A month?”

“It normally takes at least two months, but I feel bad for treating you like a peddler when we first met, so I’m rushing it.”

I burst out laughing.

“Then would you do that? I will pay you generously.”

“It’s natural to exploit old people.”

Edouard, who had been scratching his head, stubbed out his cigarette and asked me.

“It’s late, but have you eaten?”

It’s about 10pm now. I just had dinner.

I usually avoid late-night snacks, but I think today will be okay.

He said with a smile.

“I didn’t eat.”

“Do you like apple pie?”

“I like it.”

“Then I’ll treat you to that. Come in.”

While I’m at it, I’m eating.

“Can I sleep over today?”

“… … Or so you say.”

I always feel this, but artists, regardless of age, all have a tsundere nature.

Edouard went inside, and I, who was about to follow him, stopped in my tracks for a moment.

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I almost forgot.

“Your Majesty, are you also staying here for a day?”

Marquis Leopold, who was standing behind like a screen, shook his head.

“No way. You two need to talk, and I have to get involved. Would tomorrow morning be a good time for you?”

“It’s time, okay?”

“Then… I will come pick you up here tomorrow morning at around 8:00.”

I think our Marquis Leopold has something to say to me.

Let’s nod.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Marquis Leopold bowed politely and disappeared with his soldiers.

first.

Let’s start with apple pie.

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