Chapter 50 – 4. Gynecology and Rare Earths (Complete)
The ice caps don’t melt.
That is the teaching of the person who founded the Lemoang family. Gerard, the stalwart Marquis, had always emphasized the phrase since the days when her second daughter was nothing more than a young gore. She demanded severe discipline, saying that if she were to become the owner of the frozen land, she should have the spirit to match it.
He was a man who knew no discrimination, regardless of gender or age. He boldly declared that even in Gaul, where the law of firstborn succession was firm, he could pass everything on to his daughter his, Lucienne. So, even though he was a vigorous person to the extent that he sowed numerous rumors, he only saw one of them with Oriane, the royal court.
‘Daughter, if you qualify, all that is mine will be yours.’
He took up a sword for the first time at the age of ten. He practiced family ceremonies following his father, who was one of the strongest in the kingdom. It was not easy because of her unfavorable physical condition of her, but around that time, Lucienne discovered the joy of learning from her.
‘The graves of our ancestors are everywhere. Your gender is never a reason to let go of the sword. Only the limits I set for myself.’
It was a time when, unlike now, she was proud of her father’s existence of her. Well, Marquess Gerard Lemoyn’s performance was at its peak at the time. The Winter Stone girl also naturally wanted to become the heroine who would follow in his footsteps.
‘If this father wields a stubborn and upright sword, yours is a mysterious and graceful sword.’
A man who newly invented a swordsmanship as gentle as the wind for his daughter who would lack physical strength compared to a boy.
‘Shaking comes to everyone. The important thing is not to be broken in the end.’
Instead of hatred, it was full of respect. That’s why Lucienne never thought that the fate that would unfold before her would be a mystic rather than a swordsman. Thinking about it again now, I got the impression that he was also an unknown majesty, but it is.
Trash man.
He didn’t care if he was a idiot. It was said that heroes are lecherous, and Lucienne felt a certain sense of pride in the sight of him wearing a pretty woman and holding a glass of wine every day. She thought it foolish for her mother her, who, with all her beauty her, to make her husband her cheat on her.
‘Measure your expectations, Lucienne.’
I wanted to be like him in almost every way. He wanted his swordsmanship his as well as his tastes, such as Lee’s and yeolsaek, to be exactly the same. When I thought that half-way madness had made me who I am today, life seemed very strange.
‘More.’
Twelve years old, Lucienne is strong enough to be unrivaled among her peers.
‘More.’
Thirteen years old, Lucienne is able to lift her enchanted sword.
‘More.’
At the age of 14, Lucienne won her first match her against a grown man.
‘More!’
And at the age of 15, she was finally reborn as a full-fledged prosecutor. She also participated in the capital’s swordsmanship competitions and won prizes. Above all, her daughter her, who inherited her mother’s beauty from ancient times, refrained from that beauty and earned the nickname Winter Stone by her admirers of her.
So, in the past, Lucienne Lemoang was proud.
I had no doubt that her esteemed father would be proud of her. I thought that the achievements I had made would be highly appreciated and acknowledged as the successor in front of everyone. In fact, Gerard even marked me as the next Marquis of the Tundra until the day I died.
There was no alternative to her, but she really did respect her daughter her.
‘I will send your mother to the center.’
‘I beg your pardon?’
Her problem is her is that her father’s acknowledgment of her is no longer an honor for her party her.
‘Let me know that.’
‘Father, I’m against it!’
She was motivated by her mother. The thin and wise mother-in-law, as if protruding from the painting, was an indispensable presence in the Marquis family. She was a companion to Gerard Lemoin, and a mother to Lucienne Lemoant. She was a good wife and a good mother even though she had no presence.
‘Lucienne.’
‘There must be another way!’
‘Listen to me!’
I remember the argument that day. It’s been a long time, but I can’t forget it. Her father her, beating me mercilessly with his sword and studded fist, was a nightmare. Literally bloodied, he could not bear to accept that he would hand over his mother his as a hostage.
‘I can’t do that.’
‘This is an order!’
‘I will not obey!’
Because of this, even her death was met with immortality.
‘Look at the greater cause!’
‘There is no such thing as a cause for selling out one’s family?’
‘I’m ordering you as the Marquis of the border and the lord who rules the frozen land!’
Thanks to that, the one and only child could not have been amputated or died. If Dongto Winter Stone had her brothers and sisters, she would not have survived today. She must have changed her name after not being able to overcome the sword of the Marquis who was so angry.
‘Father is the one who wakes up!’
‘Are you going to fight until the end?’
‘You are Gerard Lemoyn! Gérard Lemoin, Marquis of Gaul! Who was it that taught me that no matter how shaken it must be broken in the end? He was a father! How could you do that to your mother?’
‘Did you think I would be happy with this decision?’
It was a truly painful defeat.
‘You’d better sell me!’
‘You are the future of this land! The ice cap never melts, and never melts! After all, if it were n’t for me, your mother would have been her life her! In that hell full of blood, I reached out a hand of salvation with this sword! Oriane will understand!’
‘Disgusting trash! I regret that I respected you and tried to be like you even for a moment!’
Lucienne Lemoyn did not have the ability to defeat a strong man like her father her. There was an indescribably large gap between her father and daughter. Eventually, the disfigured girl had to be carried back to her room on a stretcher.
‘Gerard! What is this!’
‘It’s just discipline.’
‘How can you make a child who hasn’t reached his full marriageable age look like this!’
‘Don’t get your wife involved!’
Oriane, seeing her daughter her in her hideous form her without knowing her English her, reaped respect for her husband for the first time that day. She gave out her tantrums in a manner unimaginable if it were usual, and she even nursed her personally for several days and nights.
‘It’s okay, my daughter…’
It was then that her northern winter stone her felt her compassion and maternal love for her mother her.
‘Mom will protect you…’
So she let go of the sword. She doesn’t remember hearing it again until now, a long time ago. I realized that it was impossible to surpass my father on this path, so I had to find a new way.
‘Did you dig the road, child?’
At that time, in Abre, a city near the citadel, there was a mystic who had fled from the East. Because he was such a big man, he was a person who received reports of trends even to the Marquis, and he was originally destined to be executed according to national law, but he was an old man who survived under a secret promise to give power to the north.
‘Are you that witch?’
‘Yes, those who don’t know how to call me that.’
‘Teach me magic.’
It was only later that I found out that the old witch’s true identity was a mystic. Until then, Winterstone in the north was ignorant of magic, unlike now.
‘Ohh, are you the daughter of the Marquis?’
‘My name is Lucienne Lemoyn.’
‘Are you trying to find out about me, or are you just curious about the mysterious world?’
‘I just want power.’
‘Then, would you like to become a devil?’
Only the strong survive. The weak cannot protect anything. Lucienne paid a great price for the teachings her witch had given her.
Pride as a prosecutor.
Good heart and morality.
And something else.
‘I don’t need you anymore.’
Who were you talking to?
‘Because from now on, all of this legacy will be mine.’
Was it your father? Was he a teacher or not?
‘Don’t worry. Unlike you, I will take responsibility until the end.’
Maybe it was both.
‘High honor, mystical power, and even a loving family.’
Yes, it certainly was. Growing stronger, she poisoned her father, who was overpowering her, and survived. She also killed her master her, who bowed her head to do so, and inherited the power. She also got her hands on five retainers who followed the Marquis, and mobilized them to expand their mysteries after annihilating every one of the wicked disciples of the witch.
“Because they deserved to die.”
Several years have passed since then. Lucienne Le Moin opened her closed eyes and clenched her fists. Northern Winterstone never dwells on the past. The mystery of a woman who adored her mother’s mother kept her out of her hands, because she wanted a more moderate way.
I was convinced that if I acted as a savior in the midst of a crisis that was slowly emerging, I would definitely come over.
Just like the dead Margrave Gerard Lemoyn did.
However, such a roundabout method led to such a disaster. A bully knight who appeared from nowhere had stabbed her mother her.
The only one who can humiliate Oriane Lemoang is herself!
She pounced on Lucienne Ngai, who hadn’t been able to get rid of her anger at her at all. She soon realized that she had to control her emotions even more when she was like this, and she regained her composure and opened her mouth.
“Francoise.”
“Yes, lady.”
“This is why a naive woman like my mother can’t. I really don’t know where she ends up hanging out with trashy men. She should have been tamed to be my bitch long ago, not go round and round.”
“What are you going to do?”
“That’s not a good question.”
There are many ways to come to mind. It would be okay if you made me get drunk and couldn’t live without me. It would be good to hypnotize and distort obedience to her daughter with common sense, and it would not be bad to use a tentacle familiar that she bred in case of such a situation.
“… You should ask what you want to do.”
No more delay. Obtain Oriane Lemoang. I will make her a loving mother by day, and her daughter’s tender mouth her by night. And of course, I’d rather make that knight, Rom, worse than die, and let go of my anger.
“As soon as the day dawns, go and place some orders at the top. I need to airlift some necessary materials.”
Blood flowed from his chapped lips. Lucienne, who ran her thumb over it, nodded with a terrifying expression and recited.
“Tomorrow night, Mom will be mine.”
I said I’d get my hands on waste water shoes.
* * *
Kingdom of Gaul, capital Lumiere.
It was a deep night. After smoking a cigarette in the mansion of the Dior family, Charles Dior tossed the letter in his hand onto the desk. Contrary to his appearance his, he was one of the current powerhouses in the kingdom, who was more like a bully than an aristocrat in his sloppy attitude.
“Do you remember Gérard Lemoyn, brother?”
It was a dark office. The current owner of the Dior family, who had disappeared into the shadows, quietly responded to the words of his younger brother his, Charles.
“The 9th Marquis.”
It was a dry answer. He reached out his skeleton-like skinny hand as if starving uncharacteristically for a nobleman and picked up the letter Charles threw. Perhaps it was also accompanied by magic, he read it well in the darkness where it was difficult to distinguish even the outline.
“He was a troublesome little boy. He protected his wife until he died and could not erase the name of Aquitaine from the land because of the money. Thanks to that, His Majesty wasn’t alone in worrying about him. However, after reading the letter from my wonderful little brother, I felt like I didn’t know much about world affairs.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Romuald has been proposing a good business. I didn’t want to see the cubs snooping in the house, but I honestly admit it this time. It is a market capitalization arbitrage business using Lemoang.”
The housekeeper asked in a dull voice.
“Did he go to the North?”
“Sometimes, even pay attention to the youngest.”
Charles was sarcastic. Regardless of whether or not he did, the conversation continued.
“Review?”
“Gérard Lemoant is dead. Now all I have in the frozen land are vassals and idiot knights busy fending for themselves. But since Romuald has cleared all the trails, what is there to get in the way?”
“…”
“I understand you are concerned. That’s why damn Oriane of Aquitaine is still alive. But times have changed. What was once feared in the North is not the barbarians of the snowfields or the heroic marques who stood against them. Just his wife and the rare earths.”
“Therefore?”
“If we add the profit from minting silver coins to that, His Majesty will not have to worry about money for a while.”
“If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible.”
“I’ll take the credit if it goes well.”
The housekeeper smiled and shook his head. Then, holding the ashtray on her desk to her brother, she said, In a high family where brotherly love was nothing more than a joke, the meaning behind that small gesture was clear.
“… Proceed.”
And the business that will influence the kingdom has been newly decided.
