Chapter 314 Broome Pelant
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Broome Pelant.
The moment Harmon uttered that name, I felt like burying my face in my hands.
”…Just to be sure, what are you basing this on?” I asked. “I knew Viscount Pelant was the one importing Pediros¹, but surely that isn’t the only reason you’re blaming him?”
”Of course it isn’t,” Harmon growled. “The bastard makes a habit of weaponizing Pediros. In the past, the prick actually scattered the stuff all over the lands of a noble he didn’t like.”
”You’re surprisingly well-informed,” Lewya noted. “Even for a resident, that’s not the kind of thing the average person would know.”
”……I spent some time digging into Pediros a while back. A lot of time,” Harmon said.
The question of why he’d investigated it so thoroughly welled up in me, but the look on Harmon’s face told me to keep my mouth shut. I swallowed my curiosity.
”Besides, I heard that shitty Lord’s messenger was at the mansion recently,” Harmon continued. “I’m betting the Viscount tried to force some lopsided deal on us, and when he got turned down, he did this out of pure spite.”
”I see. But if that’s the case, what is his goal?” Lewya asked. “You said the other Lords are just ignoring the Pediros issue. If they don’t care, it’s hardly much of a revenge, is it?”
”That’s where you’re wrong. What do you think happens to a town once Pediros starts spreading?” Harmon asked.
”What happens…?” Lewya muttered, falling into thought.
I stood beside her, running the logic through my own head. Pediros directly impacts the prostitutes and the brothels. Meanwhile, the local Lords hate wasting time and money on social issues, so they leave it to rot. If that continues…
”The brothels vanish from the town, don’t they?” I said.
”Spot on,” Harmon said. “Though they don’t disappear all at once. That’s why nobody notices the real threat until the damage is done and it’s far too late to fix.”
”And when the brothels go under? What then?” Lewya asked.
”Public order collapses. Specifically, s*x crimes go through the roof,” Harmon explained. “Before, a man could pay a few coins to blow off steam. Take that away, and that energy has to go somewhere. Those houses do more to keep the peace than people realize.”
I remembered what Ronald had told me back at the frontier settlement before Ms. Niya arrived. He’d said that building one brothel was more effective for security than hiring a hundred guards. I’d seen the truth of it firsthand after we repelled the monster horde – when supply couldn’t keep up with the demand at the remaining houses, the surge in crime was immediate.
”I see,” I said. “The mastermind’s goal is to force the brothels out of the frontier settlement to destabilize the area. Once the streets get dangerous, we’ll be forced to bleed time and money just to maintain control.”
”Exactly,” Harmon said. “And even if we handle the fallout, we’ve still wasted the resources he wanted us to lose. Plus, since he’s only using Pediros, he can’t be charged with a crime even if he’s caught. It’s a perfect loophole.”
”A truly devious mind,” Lewya remarked. “This Broome Pelant… I suppose that is the Imperial Noble way.”
”Hah! Don’t go calling that piece of work a noble,” Harmon spat. “He’s just a petty thug with a bit of low-rent cunning and zero conscience.”
Harmon finished his rant against the Viscount and then turned to me with a sudden, heavy seriousness.
”Nick. I know you’re the type to try and keep your word, even if it kills you,” Harmon said. “So listen: forget the promise you made me. If that bastard keeps pushing, tell him we’ll take the Dhru Wheat² to another buyer.”
”Harmon…” I started.
”I can’t let my own selfishness screw over the settlement,” Harmon said. “My hometown is important to me, yeah… but it’s complicated. This place is what matters to me now.”
He sounded like he meant every word.
”I appreciate the gesture,” I said. “But I don’t think Lord Neil will ever agree to use the Dhru Wheat as a threat.”
”Why not?” Harmon asked. “Is it the promise? Or is he worried about the poor bastards in Pelant’s territory starving? Is he really going to let his own people suffer for them?”
”It isn’t that,” I replied. “It’s because we’ve judged that provoking a man like that will only make the situation more explosive.”
”What’s there to be afraid of?” Harmon asked. “He’s a small-fry noble in a territory so poor it only survives on trade with the Republic and our wheat. He’s nothing compared to the House of Count Atmiras.”
”To the common folk, maybe,” I explained. “But to another noble, Viscount Pelant is a nightmare to deal with.”
”That scumbag?” Harmon asked, looking skeptical.
”Most nobles act for the sake of their house or their land,” I said. “But like you said, the Viscount only acts for himself.”
”Too true. He’s a black hole of ego,” Harmon muttered.
”Exactly,” I said. “The nobility knows this. If you corner a normal man, he’ll negotiate to save his legacy. If you corner Pelant, he’ll burn his own house and territory to the ground just to make sure the sparks hit the person who cornered him. He has no stakes to protect.”
Harmon’s eyes went wide. He fell silent, clearly re-evaluating the man.
”…I’d usually say no one is that insane,” Harmon said after a long pause. “But him? Yeah. I have a feeling he’d do exactly that.”
”Power dynamics only work when both sides have something they want to protect,” I added. “But Pelant doesn’t care. He’s a loose cannon playing by his own rules. Even a Duke would go out of his way to avoid that kind of headache.”
”Wait a minute,” Lewya interrupted, leaning in.
”If the Viscount is such a liability, why hasn’t Grelego acted?” Lewya asked. “If there’s a high chance he’ll drag the whole region into a mess, Grelego would surely have stepped in by now.”
”I’ve been wondering that for years,” Harmon agreed. “Even setting aside the politics, the guy is a world-class piece of trash. I thought Grelego would have had him ‘removed’ years ago, yet he’s been in power for decades. What’s the deal?”
”Well, about that…” I started.
”Well?” they both prodded.
”…I’m sorry. I actually have no idea,” I said, scratching the back of my head.
Lewya and Harmon both slumped their shoulders in a display of total, exaggerated disappointment.
”The truth is, I’ve only heard the rumors,” I said. “I haven’t actually looked into him myself. That’s as far as my knowledge goes.”
”Are you serious?” Harmon barked. “You were sitting there acting like you had the whole world figured out, and you don’t even know that?”
”In Nick’s defense, he isn’t exactly the type to go looking for trouble,” Lewya said. “If anything, it’s a miracle he knew this much.”
”The guy’s bad reputation just precedes him, I guess… hahah…” I laughed nervously.
As we continued our back-and-forth, a long, weary sigh drifted over from where Cany was standing behind us.
”Haa… I suppose it can’t be helped. I’ll take over the explanation from here,” Cany-san said.
”Do you know something, Cany-san?” I asked.
”I do. Though, keep in mind it’s mostly whispers and rumors. The truth is anyone’s guess, so take it with a grain of salt,” Cany-san replied.
”Fine by me,” Harmon-san grunted. “Let’s hear it.”
”Well then. As for why Viscount Pelant isn’t a target for Grelego… it’s because the chance of him actually doing something reckless enough to destabilize the territory is virtually zero,” Cany-san explained.
”Hmm? But doesn’t that directly contradict what Nick was saying earlier?” Lewya asked.
”Exactly! And as someone who actually grew up there, let me tell you – that bastard is exactly the kind of man to cause a disaster. What on earth makes you think the risk is low?” Harmon-san demanded.
”The heart of the matter,” Cany-san continued calmly, “is that Viscount Pelant’s actions are never proactive; they are entirely reactive. He only resorts to reckless violence when he is backed into a corner. Put simply: if you don’t corner him, he won’t lash out.”
”You don’t need to tell us that – ” Harmon-san started, then stopped. “Ah. I see. I get it now!”
Beside Harmon-san, who had shouted as the realization struck him, I began to piece together what Cany-san was implying as well.
”So, Viscount Pelant would go on a scorched-earth suicide mission if he were pushed too far. The Imperial nobles³ understand this, so they don’t dare touch him. And as long as they leave him alone, he has no reason to act out. Is that the cycle?” I asked.
”Precisely,” Cany-san said. “By convincing the Imperial nobles that he’s a cornered beast ready to bite, he’s effectively manipulated them into ensuring he is never cornered in the first place.”
”Pah! That’s just a fluke! There’s no way that guy has enough brains to pull off a scheme like that!” Harmon-san barked.
”If you let bitterness cloud your vision, Harmon-san, the truth will remain forever out of reach,” Cany-san said. “His methods might be distasteful, but he is undeniably a noble who has survived the shark-infested waters of this Empire. If he were truly incompetent, the House of Pelant would have been swallowed whole years ago.”
Harmon-san fell silent. He looked like he’d just swallowed a mouthful of bile. He clearly hated the idea that Pelant’s survival was due to cunning rather than pure luck; admitting the Viscount’s competence felt like a betrayal of his own hatred.
”You certainly seem to hold a deep grudge against the Lord,” Lewya said. “If things were truly that dire, did the people never consider a rebellion?”
”No one has the energy for that!” Harmon-san snapped. “It’s a brutal environment. You either work together just to stay alive, or you die. There’s no room for anything else.”
”The ‘environment,’ is it?” Cany-san smirked. “You call the Viscount a fool, yet you’ve fallen right into his trap, haven’t you?”
”What’s that supposed to mean?” Harmon-san asked.
”If the environment alone is enough to keep people in such poverty, how do you explain the Republic?” Cany-san asked. “Their lands are even harsher, yet they thrive. How do they manage?”
”That’s… well, it’s the Republic. They probably have their own ways of doing things,” Harmon-san muttered.
”True, the Republic’s laws are lax, and they’re happy to use ‘illegal’ means or exploit the knowledge and power of the ihomono⁴ without the Kingdom’s fussiness. It’s an easy excuse to make,” Cany-san said. “But you lived in Pelant’s territory, Harmon-san. Do you honestly believe that Viscount is doing everything in his power to help his people?”
”Of course not! Everyone used to say that if we just had a different Lord, life would get better, we…”
”Exactly,” Cany-san interrupted. “Even though the people recognize Pelant is the problem, they still parrot the line: ‘It’s just the environment, it can’t be helped.’ That is proof that their will to resist has been utterly broken. And because of that apathy, that charlatan has been allowed to rule as Lord for forty years.”
”Forty years!?” I blurted out.
I turned to Lewya, stunned by the length of time, only to find her tilting her head in confusion.
”Is forty years really such a long time?” Lewya asked.
”If a successor is properly trained, the transition usually happens after twenty years. Sometimes as few as ten,” I explained.
”Then forty years is indeed a long time. Is there no successor being raised?” Lewya asked.
”Hardly,” Cany-san cut in. “His son, Ralmond, is already in his thirties. Normally, the next generation after him should be coming up by now. But Ralmond hasn’t even been allowed to marry because the Viscount is so incredibly paranoid.”
”Why would he be paranoid about his son’s marriage?” Lewya asked.
”To a noble, a child isn’t just an heir. They’re a shield. A way to protect your own skin,” Harmon-san muttered.
”Protect… your own skin?” Lewya repeated.
Lewya still looked lost. Harmon-san sighed and tried to bridge the gap.
”Look, there are countless nobles in this Empire, but not all of them have land. Most of them would kill for a territory of their own. But there’s no ’empty’ land left. If you want a piece of the pie, you either have to settle the wilderness, win a war, or destroy an existing House to create a vacancy,” Harmon-san explained.
”You mean… through assassination?” Lewya asked.
”There are plenty of ways to ruin a House, but assassination is the quickest. Most people prefer the long game – traps, scandals, getting the Emperor to strip the title – because assassination is messy,” Harmon-san said.
”Do the Imperial nobles actually have a moral objection to it?” Lewya asked.
”Hardly. If assassination were the most efficient path, they’d do it in a heartbeat,” Harmon-san said. “The only reason they don’t is because most land-holding nobles keep ‘spares’ – multiple backups.”
”By backups… you mean their children?” Lewya asked.
”Bingo. Though if the previous Lord is still around, he counts as a spare too,” Harmon-san added. “If a House only has one head, the House dies with him. But if you kill the current Lord and there are three more heirs waiting in the wings to take his place, you haven’t actually destroyed the House. You’ve just made a mess for nothing.”
”I see. So the children of nobles serve as a deterrent against assassination,” Lewya said.
Lewya nodded, but I saw her steal a worried glance at me. I knew what she was thinking. In the cold logic of the nobility, I was my father’s backup, and my younger brother was mine. It’s a cynical way to look at family, but it’s a grim necessity to prevent useless bloodshed. I didn’t feel the need to defend it; it was just how our world worked.
”I understand the role of a male heir now,” Lewya said. “But wouldn’t that mean the Viscount should want his son to marry and have children? More backups should make him safer?”
”The relationship between those two is toxic,” Harmon-san spat. “The only reason the son hasn’t put a knife in his father’s back and taken the seat for himself is because there are no other spares. If he ‘usurped’ the title rather than inheriting it properly, the territory would fall into chaos. He’d be too busy trying to keep the peasants from revolting to defend himself from other nobles. He can’t afford to move until he has his own heir to stabilize things.”
”I see. So if the son has a child, he suddenly has the leverage to kill his father and take over. The Viscount is preventing the marriage to keep his own son from becoming a threat,” Lewya said.
Lewya seemed finally convinced by Harmon-san’s logic. But Cany-san wasn’t done.
”Well, it’s not as if there’s only one backup,” Cany-san added coyly.
”Hmm? What do you mean by that?” Lewya asked.
”Viscount Pelant actually has two sons. The eldest ran away years ago, so the second son thinks he’s the only one left. But from an outsider’s perspective, the eldest wasn’t officially disowned. There are still two spares on the board,” Cany-san said. “Besides, Pelant’s territory is a dump – aside from the Republic trade and the Dhru Wheat⁵, it’s a nightmare to manage. No sane noble is itching to take it over. If the second son actually did kill the Viscount, the chances of another noble moving in for the kill are way lower than those two idiots realize.”
Harmon-san narrowed his eyes. “You’re awfully well-informed for a common prostitute. How do you know all this?”
”I’m just a girl who likes gossip,” Cany-san replied with a sharp smile. “I’ve worked all over the place; you pick things up. But you, Harmon-san… you seem to know a lot about the inner workings of the nobility yourself, don’t you?”
The air between them grew thick with suspicion. They were circling each other, both possessing knowledge that went far beyond their supposed stations in life. I suddenly remembered that Stella-san’s superior was supposed to be here in the frontier settlement. If Cany-san was more than she seemed… no, it was better not to dig too deep.
Before Melgis-san and Golarf-san left, Melgis-san had warned me to watch out for the organization. I had already interfered with one of their operations, which meant I was likely on a watchlist. Probing into Cany-san or Harmon-san’s secrets was exactly the kind of move that would put a target on my back. I decided it was best to just let the situation play out.
That was when Lewya spoke up, completely oblivious to the mounting tension.
”Come to think of it, Harmon, you said you spent time investigating Pediros. Does your knowledge of the nobility come from that?” Lewya asked.
The silence was deafening. Lewya had asked a question that was deadly blunt, leaving everyone at the table speechless.
”…What made you think that just because I know Pediros⁶ meant I’d be an expert on the nobility?” Harmon-san asked.
”Individual abusers are one thing,” Lewya countered. “But to do it as an organization? Like Harmon-san said, only the blue-bloods have that kind of reach. I figured you’d picked up some noble lore by proxy. Was I wrong?”
”……Phew.”
Harmon-san exhaled, the tension seemingly bleeding out of him. It was as if he’d realized overthinking Lewya’s blunt curiosity was a fool’s errand. He began to speak, his voice dropping an octave.
”I had a brother once,” he said. “The bond we had… it ran a hell of a lot deeper than blood.”
”A brother?” I asked.
”Step-brother, actually. Same age. The kid was a total coward-I spent most of my childhood pulling him along by the hand. I ended up as the ‘big brother’ by default. That was just our world. But that boy… he was a product of Pediros.”
The phrase hung in the air like a curse. Both Lewya and I winced instinctively.
”I see,” Lewya said quietly. “Someone close to you was born of it. Is that why you’ve been digging into this all this time?”
”Partly. And Lewya? You said you thought I learned about nobles ‘indirectly’ while investigating the drug. Nice guess, but no. I know the nobility because that brother of mine? He was one.”
”A noble?” I asked, stunned.
”Yeah. His name was Ralmond. He was the second son of House Pelant-the family of the Viscount⁷ Pelant we were just talking about,” Harmon-san replied.
The revelation hit us like a physical blow.
”I’m floored,” Lewya whispered. “To think the Viscount’s son was your brother. Fate has a twisted sense of humor.”
”My mother and Ralmond’s were close friends,” Harmon-san explained.
”What? If she was tight with a Viscount’s wife… Harmon-san, was your mother a noble too?”
Harmon-san’s expression soured. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. I could see the words dying in his throat, and I realized Lewya had blundered into a minefield.
”Lewya,” I cut in, “let’s leave that alone.”
”…Haha, don’t sweat it, Nick,” Harmon-san said with a dry, forced chuckle. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but let’s be real-you and Cany probably suspected it anyway. And since Lewya already kicked the door down, there’s no point in hiding behind it.”
”Wait-is this my fault!?” Lewya squeaked, her eyes shimmering with panicked tears. I gave a small, apologetic bow to Harmon-san on her behalf.
”I’m sorry,” I said.
”Don’t be. I know she didn’t mean anything by it,” Harmon-san said. “But about my mother… she wasn’t a noble. She was a commoner. Just like Ralmond’s mother. Look, if you use Pediros to knock up a noble’s daughter, you’re asking for an all-out war. Even a bastard like the Viscount isn’t that reckless.”
”So he never married,” I realized. “He didn’t need a wife. He just misused Pediros to manufacture an heir that suited his needs.”
”Exactly. And the victim was the servant right in front of him,” Harmon-san said.
It was the story I’d expected, yet it still turned my stomach.
”That servant was Ralmond’s mother,” I noted. “Is this all for revenge, then?”
”Revenge? Maybe. But mostly… I just wanted the truth,” Harmon-san said. “Back then, Pediros was a ghost. You think that bastard explained it to the woman he forced it on? Lamaris… she suffered every day without ever knowing why. People called her a ‘shameless slut’ who used her child to climb the social ladder. But she was the kindest soul I knew. She raised Ralmond, and she raised me-a kid who wasn’t even her own. I couldn’t stand the lies. I wanted to drag the truth into the light and shut everyone’s mouths.”
”I had no idea,” I said.
”…By the way, Nick? Why is Lewya making that face?” Harmon-san asked.
I glanced over. Lewya’s mouth was clamped shut so tight her jaw was practically vibrating.
”She’s terrified of stepping on another landmine,” I sighed.
”Fair enough. Let’s leave it there,” Harmon-san said. “None of this helps us solve the current mess anyway.”
”Thank you for telling us, Harmon-san,” I said.
”Don’t mention it. I just hope it helps. I can’t do much, but if you need a hand, don’t hesitate. I don’t want anyone else’s life ruined by that drug,” Harmon-san replied.
”I’m in too,” Lewya added. “Those bastards are long overdue for a reckoning.”
”Understood. I’ll be in touch,” I said.
We parted ways in front of the shop. The streets were emptier now, the shadows stretching long across the pavement.
”That was more than I bargained for,” Lewya said as we walked. “I never would have guessed.”
”Me neither. But what were you holding back back there?” I asked.
”I was wondering… why is Harmon-san out here in a frontier settlement?” Lewya asked. “If Ralmond is in trouble, Harmon-san doesn’t seem like the type to just leave him behind.”
”True. He’d be the first one through the door if he could,” I agreed.
”And another thing,” Lewya continued. “Ralmond has a biological older brother, right? Why didn’t Harmon-san mention the firstborn at all?”
”You’re right. He only talked about Ralmond and the son who absconded,” I said.
”Do you know anything about him? The eldest?” Lewya asked.
”I’m a noble, Lewya, not a private investigator,” I laughed. “I only heard Ralmond’s name for the first time today. But… I can guess. Maybe they were raised apart-the heir and the spare. But the Viscount didn’t want ‘heirs,’ he wanted ‘convenience.’ My bet? The eldest had already vanished by the time Ralmond was born. If the Viscount’s been in power for forty years, the age gap could be huge.”
”So the eldest fled, and the second was ‘manufactured’ to fill the void. It fits,” Lewya mused. “But hearing Harmon-san’s story… it makes the Pediros issue feel much deeper than we thought.”
”It is,” I said. “And that’s why we’re going to handle this once and for all.”
Whether the Viscount is truly the man behind the curtain remains to be seen. But for the first time, we weren’t just chasing shadows. As I walked, Harmon-san’s story echoed in my mind, hardening my resolve. We weren’t just solving a case anymore; we were ending a legacy of misery.
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Summary:
Harmon exposes Viscount Broome Pelant as the mastermind behind the Pediros influx, citing his history of using the drug for social sabotage. Nick describes Pelant as a reckless noble, while Cany-san reveals his apparent incompetence is a calculated deterrent. The group discusses Pelant’s toxic relationship with his son and the grim reality of noble ‘backups.’ Harmon discloses his ‘brother’ Ralmond is Pelant’s second son, born from Pediros misuse, and the group vows to end Pelant’s cycle of misery.
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Trivia:
- The specific strategic utility of Pediros: it is used to force brothels to shut down, causing a spike in s*x crimes and social chaos.
- Harmon’s personal history with Pediros is alluded to but not fully explained.
- Viscount Pelant’s territory is economically dependent on Dhru Wheat and trade with the Republic.
- The mention of ‘Grelego’ refers to an overarching authority or individual responsible for keeping nobles in check
- Viscount Pelant’s passivity is actually a proactive ‘dead-man’s switch’.
- The people of the territory are psychologically broken, not just physically poor.
- A noble’s child serves primarily as an anti-assassination deterrent.
- Ralmond is unmarried not by choice, but because his father fears he will become a threat.
- There is a second, missing son who technically still counts as a ‘backup’ for the house.
- The protagonist is currently on an ‘organization’ watchlist
- Harmon-san and Ralmond are not blood-related but share a step-family bond.
- Viscount Pelant misused Pediros on a servant to ‘manufacture’ an heir.
- The eldest son of House Pelant absconded long ago.
- Harmon-san moved to the frontier despite Ralmond’s high-status background.
- Nick and Lewya both winced at the phrase ‘product of Pediros,’ suggesting common knowledge of its dark nature
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Character Insight:
Harmon shows significant character growth by offering to release Nick from his promise regarding the Dhru Wheat to protect the settlement. Nick demonstrates his deep understanding of noble psychology, identifying that an enemy with nothing to lose is more dangerous than a powerful one with assets to protect.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author notes a delay due to a new game release and the sheer length of the chapter (10,000 characters).
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Broome – A Viscount of the Empire’s northernmost territory. He is a portly man in his sixties with an extremely selfish worldview, caring nothing for his family name or territory’s prosperity. He is known as the noble other aristocrats most wish to avoid.
• Harmon – An experienced hunter and guard who came to the settlement and stayed. He is part of a hunting group with Demar, Dominic, Jott, Victor and Kilk. He knows Nick and Lewya, and discusses business ideas with Nick. He first appears in Chapter 220.
• Niya – Former soldier with a quick mind, part of the ‘Ihomono’ group. The one who command the group. Her abilities include mutual sharing of vision and hearing and telepathic communication. Focuses on practical needs like a training ground and security. Her military background influences her perspective on settlement safety.
• Nick – A servant who serves Neil and is trusted to protect him. He is strong enough to potentially fight Momoka. He first appears in Chapter 225, where he is introduced as a servant who is worried about Neil’s well-being after a monster attack. He is later revealed to be Neil himself, pretending to be a servant named Nick.
• Count Atmiras – MC’s family
• Grelego – Ally of the empire. The one who judges those who harm the empire.
• Cany – Female. A member of the empire’s fanatics, also known as Grelego. She is skilled, resourceful, and exasperated by Remia’s detached demeanor. She rescues Remia from the Marquis Barone and offers her a chance to join her organization. Her relationship with Remia begins as a rescuer but evolves into a mentor-like role.
• Stella – Female. A young woman from a village in the territory of Count Cordis. Her appearance is that of a young girl with a fixed smile, reflecting her traumatic experiences. She was renamed Remia by the brothel owner in Malm. Her relationship with others is marked by survival and adaptation, as she endures sexual exploitation and bullying. Her inner thoughts reveal a deep sense of despair and disconnection from her original identity.
• Melgis-san – Holds ‘Shouhyou’ title in ‘Spear of Shouhyou.’ Introduced Alex to Neil with Emperor’s letter (pseudonym ‘Gras’). Mature, beautiful, and straightforward. Her role suggests significant influence and connections within the firm and Empire.
• Melgis – Holds ‘Shouhyou’ title in ‘Spear of Shouhyou.’ Introduced Alex to Neil with Emperor’s letter (pseudonym ‘Gras’). Mature, beautiful, and straightforward. Her role suggests significant influence and connections within the firm and Empire.
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