AWDC Chapter 80

“Papa, look at this!”

Marina came before me, showing off a dress with floral embroidery.

“Whose bride is this? I’ve never seen such a pretty girl,”

I said, looking intently at my daughter, and Marina giggled happily.

“Papa, I’m here too,” my son Robbie said, sounding dissatisfied.

“Oh, Robbie, you look quite dashing too. You look like you could become a fine knight soon.”

The two children were wearing dressed-up outfits and appealing to me earnestly.

“Now, now, you two shouldn’t cling to your father so much,” said Margarita, holding her son, who was just born last year.

She was also dressed in beautiful formal attire.

Today is Ricardo’s wedding. It’s only natural that everyone in the family is excited.

And the lord and his wife had come to the capital from before, watching over their grandchildren with smiles.

“This mansion is starting to feel cramped,” the lord said wistfully.

This mansion had been maintained so that a small, weak border noble could put on airs and only used for a few weeks a year. Even though the hero Mill Robertson built this mansion, maintaining it was a burden.

The poor rural nobleman was struggling to make ends meet. Even so, he continued to maintain it because he wanted to protect the hero’s legacy and resist being ridiculed as a hick nobleman.

My father-in-law, the lord, tried to reduce expenses by moving to the countryside and reducing his interactions with the nobility.

Even so, he wouldn’t let go of the mansion in the capital. He must have been very attached to this mansion.

But now, this mansion had become too small for the Robertson family.

Due to my involvement in the government, my family was now living in the Robertson residence in the capital at all times.

Along with that, we came to employ many servants. It also became lodging for village leaders who came from Toriholi Village every few months.

However, that wasn’t the only reason why this mansion had become cramped.

The Robertson family had been promoted to Marquis with the establishment of the new government. He wanted to make the mansion suitable for a Marquis family.

Recent achievements had made the Robertson family a Marquis.

First, there was the war exploit of defeating the Bawa Roma religion. The King’s army couldn’t even touch the large army of Bawa Roma believers who were rampaging in the central part of the country. The Toriholi Village defense force alone had crushed them almost completely. No noble could ignore that strength any longer.

Furthermore, the Robertson family also possessed the best granary in the country, and wheat production was increasing year by year. Every noble was eating bread made from Robertson family wheat. The country had become heavily dependent on wheat from Toriholi Village.

And the achievement of donating 20,000 bags of wheat to the residents of the capital who were suffering from confusion and hunger was significant.

“We’ve been able to achieve this much thanks to you,” the lord reminisced, stating that he had become a Marquis in his generation.

“But I think the 20,000 bags were a burden,” I said. It was a donation of wheat that showed off a little, even though it was for the reconstruction of the capital.

At that time, the village was already able to produce 30,000 bags. However, it was also necessary to secure food for the rapidly increasing villagers, so the donation of 20,000 bags must have been a major burden for Toriholi Village.

Even so, the lord was smiling.

“Next year, we’ll be able to harvest well over 30,000 bags of wheat. We’ve developed the Datar Plateau desert, and we’ve created the best granary in the country.

The first success was selling paper. We were able to use that as a base to work on developing the desert. The axles and glass workshop have also become the best in the country. You’ve done everything.

And now, you’ve been working hard in the new government, so we’ve been able to obtain this position.

I thank you,” It was an unexpected statement from the lord, or rather, my father-in-law.

“Even I have become an Earl,” I said, sounding a little apologetic.

When the new government was formed, Elliot and the others told me to become an Earl. They said that key figures in the new government couldn’t handle the officials if they were commoners.

“No, I’m just a vassal of a rural Baron’s house.”

“The Robertson family will become a Marquis this time. Along with that, it would be good for you to become an Earl.”

Certainly, officials sometimes changed their attitude depending on the peerage. It wasn’t obvious, but they weren’t entirely comfortable with me being in an important position while remaining a commoner. Knowing that, I couldn’t refuse.

I felt apologetic to the lord for me, his vassal, becoming a high-ranking noble.

“Isn’t it a good thing? You’re not just a person who stays in Toriholi Village. Work hard in the capital. If you mess up, run away to the village. I’ll always help you.”

His face was ambiguous, and I couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious.

Then, like the King’s enthronement ceremony, Ricardo’s wedding was held in front of the Brandelk Cathedral with a solemn atmosphere.

The bride appeared, supported by the Gregg Duke and his wife. She was their only daughter, and they would do anything for her. They had turned down marriage proposals from many nobles.

Yet, at the time, they sent her to the Robertson Baron family in the countryside. It was only natural that other families would be suspicious.

The fact that the Robertson family had become a Marquis was also a way to avoid making the difference in family status stand out.

And they learned that the Robertson family was now the largest wheat producer in the country.

Every family had come to accept this marriage as, in a sense, unavoidable.

“Even though the Robertson family has become related to the Gregg family, don’t forget about our family,” Richter warned.

(Of course, the country can’t be rebuilt unless the Midland family, the Gregg family, and the Robertson family work together.)

This wedding is a declaration to both internal and external parties that the bonds between the three families have been strengthened.

Ricardo also appeared with the lord and his wife. He was blushing and looked nervous.

The solemn ceremony proceeded without delay.

“Ricardo, I’m counting on you to take care of my daughter.”

Even the brave and strong Elliot had tears in his eyes when he sent off his beloved daughter.

In any case, Ricardo now has the Duke of Gregg as his father-in-law, giving him a strong backing.

And a month before this gorgeous banquet began, the disposition of the Bawa Roma religion incident was decided, and the public execution of Waomou and others was carried out.

However, Samuel had taken his own life in prison, and his name was not brought up publicly.

Many nobles were, of course, aware that the eldest son of the Robertson family had been a member of the Bawa Roma religion’s leadership.

Even if Samuel hadn’t been executed in public, it wouldn’t have been possible to cover up the scandal.

However, this reduced the critical eyes from the public. I don’t think Samuel’s name will appear in history books.

It must have been painful for the lord and his wife, but I hoped that time would heal their wounds.