In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

"I’m also on my way to meet Gallahan, so let’s go along."

"Okay..."

I am also.

Not only me, but the kids around me nodded as if convinced.

Larane wondered if the small sweeping of her chest would cause me to be dragged by Clerivan and cause a soul.

"Hmm."

Clerivan narrowed his eyes for a moment as if he was not greedy for everyone’s reaction.

"Well, then shall we go?"

"Okay! Go!"

The twins noticed their stinging eyes and then got up quietly from their seats.

"Goodbye!"

Then, before even catching him, he greeted him and ran away.

"Hi, Florentia. Good-bye, sir."

Larane quickly greeted him like she would fall behind and moved away from us.

Bellsach, who was waiting for his sister at the doorway, looked at me once and saw me following Clerivan.

Everyone is so scared of Clerivan.

Of course, he wasn’t that rounded personality, and although his eyes were a little bit spicier than others.

I looked at Clerivan.

"Well, I don’t understand."

It’s definitely a handsome face because he doesn’t smile and has a strong cold impression.

Of course, I can concentrate on the lecture well because the content is good, but there are also some because Clerivan is handsome.

Everyone is so scared of Clerivan.

"Is that right, sir?"

Clerivan shrugs at me.

"I do not know. I think the lady is a little special, but."

"Is that so?"

Clerivan did not answer anymore and took the lead.

However, I didn’t like to walk away alone because I couldn’t catch up.

Rather, I walked slowly, looking like I had come out for a walk.

He holding back. It is to consider myself, who cannot walk as fast as an adult.

Look at this

This person is such a good person.

* * *

"Ha-am."

I tried to put up with it, but I finally yawned out.

I saw two people in a meeting eagerly, stealing the tears running in the corners of their eyes.

"But then, isn’t it no longer a business for the common people?"

My father said dissatisfiedly to Clerivan.

"This price is a price that a commoner with a little money can afford."

Clerivan replied in an easy-going voice.

"Yes. It’s a price that only those with money can afford. That’s what I mean."

"The focus of this business is not in terms of price. Quality. It’s in quality."

"No matter how good quality it is, what’s the use of it if people don’t buy it?

For a while already, the meetings have been spinning around.

At first, I was surprised too.

He said that he was a person who could be such a passionate person for something.

Until the meeting started, my father, who seemed to be struggling with Clerivan, suddenly took off his appearance and was fighting with Clerivan.

But if my father was like fire, Clerivan was like ice.

He was calmly and frankly refuting my father’s burning idea and pouring cold water.

Of course, that is why the two become a good match.

Between my chin on the table and flipping the crumbs with my nails, my father and Clerivan also fell into a lull.

"Let’s take a break."

"Woo."

My father’s face, sighing while touching his eyes, looked very tired. I approached carefully and asked.

"Dad, are you okay?"

My father laughed weakly at my question and sat me on his lap with a shout.

"Tia."

"Yeah?"

"Can Dad do it well?"

Well, the business he is doing right now is quite different from my father’s natural personality.

Last time, the Coroi cotton project was the same, but at that time, everything happened to me.

But this time it was different.

This project was led by my father from start to finish.

Even the Lord was like that.

It is not the money with Lombardi’s label, but the money that an individual named Gallahan has collected so far.

Of course, even if this business fails, it is possible because I am a Lombardy person who has no difficulty in living and can eat for a lifetime.

"Cheer up dad."

Even though the words of a familiar nursery rhyme were spoken, I patted my father’s shoulder with sincerity.

"It’s cool to say that it’s pre-made for someone to wear!"

I deliberately raised my hands and shouted exaggeratedly.

Yes.

In a word, the business that my father is planning now was a ’ready-to-wear business’.

It was the idea that he got when he made a prototype for the promotion during the last Coroi cotton project and gave it to the nobility.

You might think it’s just a general apparel business, but the important thing is that there is no concept of ’ready-to-wear’ here yet.

People here usually go to the dressing room to tailor their clothes.

It’s a pretty convenient system for those who buy clothes.

Professional costume designers and tailors, with many experiences, visit the waiting room, and everything is solved at once.

Through consultation with a designer, I can make clothes in the shape I want using the fabric I want.

Since it is made to fit my body, there is no need to worry about it.

But that’s why it’s expensive.

Even the nobles are not as financially capable as they are, and clothes are treated quite preciously.

This is especially true for dresses that are colorful and delicate enough to wear when attending a banquet or social event because the material cost is not high.

Even the nobles are not free from clothes, but the commoners are ugly.

Those who can afford it look for inexpensive dressing rooms for the commoners, but if not, they make their own clothes at home.

Because the clothes are made while taking off the fabric, the mother’s skill sets the quality of the clothes of the household, creating a situation where it is impossible to laugh.

Because of that, I was told that poor people often do not wash their clothes because they fear they will break if they rub their clothes frequently.

In this situation, my father’s idea is really groundbreaking.

When I first heard of it, I really thought that my father was a huge genius.

It is far more difficult than expected to see something too natural from a completely different perspective.

Well, even if Clerivan quickly got on the boat, he said everything.

"We can no longer postpone setting the price."

Clerivan said, signaling the end of the break.

"There are quite a lot of things to consider, such as the cost of ordering the craftsman’s guild, the price of making the pattern of the costume, and the cost of building materials."

I got down from his lap and sat down on the chair next to them so they could talk comfortably.

At that time, my eyes and Clerivan’s eyes meet.

It was the same as usual, but it was a different look.

But it’s also for a while.

With a single blink of an eye, the color disappeared.

Did I see it wrong?

"Gallahan, please listen carefully."

Clerivan, who turned his gaze away from me, said to my father.

"Gallahan. When I said that the store should be placed on the Heslot market, not Sedakyuna, it was the judgment that the commoners would be more open to new ways of purchasing than the nobles."

"But......."

"This project should be directed toward those who want luxury, even among the commoners."

Huh? Wait a minute.

I looked at Clerivan in amazement.

This isn’t it?

But Clerivan is serious.

There seemed to be no time for jokes to enter the eyes of my father.

"Hmm"

My father began to think very carefully about Clerivan’s appearance.

"It’s a luxury product."

No! father! That’s not it!

"Yes, it should be a business for those who use the Hasslot market but can use their own tons of money for something new."

No, what’s wrong with Clerivan!

I was embarrassed, so I started sweating behind my back.

"Is it right to raise the price ...."

Finally, my father wears his hand and complains. You’ve been doing well so far!

This project should target the average middle class among the common people.

So naturally, the price should be set at a lower price to make sense.

A capable person will try new things to avoid the trouble of making his own clothes, but will not choose cheap clothing over tailored clothing in a clothing store.

Clothes for special occasions will still fit all the time, but those who are willing to buy ready-to-wear clothes cheaply know that the designs can overlap with the everyday clothes they wear every day.

"Think carefully."

It was Clerivan I believed! You are trying to lead my father the wrong way.

I waited until the end of the conversation.

May either my father or Clerivan notice the blind spots of this opinion.

However, the moment my father opened his mouth after deep consideration, he had to intervene.

"Then, as expected, raising the price..."

"Well, but I would hate it!"

As I hurriedly shouted, my father, looked at me with amazement.

I can’t help it.

I said as much as possible.

"Isn’t it that someone else might wear the same clothes as me? So I’m just going to buy clothes that match only with mine!"

"Is that so?"

"Because I originally bought clothes in the dressing room!"

He nodded a little, saying, "That’s right."

"So I think I need to lower the price of clothes. So that you can buy it easily and wear it comfortably."

As usual, I just wanted to give you a hint, but I couldn’t take the risk of going wrong again.

I looked at my father and said in a strong tone.

"And among the commoners, there are more people without money than the rich, right?"

In a word, it means the market is bigger.

Of course, there is little profit left from selling a suit, but we shouldn’t ignore it.

The advantage of the early ready-to-wear was right there.

"I think Florentia’s words make sense. What do you think, Clerivan?"

My father looked back at Clerivan as if asking for an opinion.

I also turned my head towards him with my father.

And I saw

The laughter spreads on Clerivan’s face like in slow motion.5

It wasn’t just laughing lightly as if passing by.

It wasn’t even the usual cold ridicule laugh.

It was a bright smile that was really happy and laughed.

"Kee, Clerivan-nim?"

I heard my father’s confused voice.

I was surprised too.

This is the first time I have ever seen a person named Clerivan Pellet laugh like this in my previous life.

No, I didn’t even know in my dreams that he was a person who could smile brightly in this way.

Clerivan was still smiling, disregarding the astonishment beyond our surprising face.

And I was at the end of his gaze.

Surprised by Clerivan’s picturesque smile, I had no time to think about it.

At that time, from the seat I was sitting on, Clerivan came up to me.

Flinch.

Surprised, I stiffened for a moment, but I didn’t do anything about it.

Clerivan just walked to me and Clerivan knelt in front of me and lowered himself.

It happened before my embarrassed father even said anything.

And it was my sleeves where Clerivan’s fingertips touched.

To be precise, it was a ribbon on the sleeve. The knot was loose and the string was fluttering without knowing when it was released.

Clerivan grabbed the end without saying anything.

Long white fingers made a fluttering sound, making pretty knots, and quickly made a nice ribbon.

"Go, thank you... ... ."

Clerivan laughed as he looked up at me in my small voice.

"Good words, young lady."1

I couldn’t take my eyes off that face.

Because those finely folded eyes seem to contain more meaning than I see.

A little while ago, something seemed to have changed in him.

I sat down looking at Clerivan like that.