Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World

TL: Etude

Paul briskly entered the lord’s mansion’s grand hall and greeted warmly, “You’ve arrived quickly, my brother.”

Malron’s face showed a look of surprise as he came over to embrace him. “You’re the quick one, I thought the battle would last at least a week.”

The two found seats and sat down. Paul spoke with a hint of regret, “Unfortunately, only Aibut was killed by us leading the knight’s charge. Angelo and the other two, as well as your steward, all fled.”

“They probably ran back to their own lands to recruit more troops.”

Paul scoffed disdainfully, “Hmph! It’s the same as sending them to their death no matter how many come.”

The two discussed the subsequent arrangements. Although the battle was won by Paul, Malron Ganard was still the lord of Baylding.

They finally decided to continue sweeping the two viscounties and two baronies in Baylding that were involved in the conspiracy, confiscating their properties, and stripping these families of their titles and honors. If they could capture Angelo and the others, they would be brought back for trial and execution. If they had already fled, warrants would be issued to the surrounding territories.

As for Baron Andrew, who led troops south to quell the rebellion, his lands would remain untouched until it was confirmed whether he was involved in the conspiracy.

Of course, considering they had just experienced a fierce battle, Paul told Malron that his soldiers needed some time to rest and recover.

The two continued to chat for a while when suddenly, Malron sighed deeply.

Upon returning to his home this time, everything had changed, and it was desolate inside. All the familiar faces had disappeared. Although he knew most of the servants in the house were arranged by the butler, Miles, the emptiness of the lord’s mansion still evoked a profound sense of loss in him.

“Paul, I’ve been thinking…” Malron hesitated.

“Hmm? What are you thinking about?”

After hesitating for a while, Malron finally said, “After executing those traitors to avenge my father, I plan to join a monastery as a monk.”

Paul, who had just finished drinking water, spat it out in surprise.

Monks live a lifetime without marrying, subsisting on simple meals, praying and reciting scriptures, dedicating their entire being to the Lord of Light. On Earth, this was akin to renouncing worldly life. To abandon the role of a lord for such a life, why would he do that?

Paul was greatly worried, and not just for this reason. He had planned to help Malron quell the rebellion in hopes of gaining control of some mines in his territory, which would greatly aid his industrial development plans.

Having saved Malron’s life and helped him immensely, on top of their previous friendship, Paul believed Malron would be agreeable to his plans.

But if Malron now abandoned his lordship, the Ganard family’s lands would either be reclaimed by the royal family or inherited by some unknown relative, leaving Paul Grayman with nothing to gain. Wouldn’t his efforts in the battle be in vain?

No, he must dissuade him from this foolish idea, or at least delay it until he acquired what he wanted from Baylding.

He quickly said, “Hey, hey, hey! How did you suddenly come up with such a crazy idea?”

Malron shook his head, “This idea isn’t new, I’ve been feeling disheartened since you rescued me. Everything I’ve worked for and achieved feels illusory, like a bubble that bursts upon touch. I can’t bear it, I want to escape. The only place that seems fitting for me now is a monastery. I’ve been to the North Shore Monastery in your territory a few times when you were busy. I find the environment there pleasant, and the abbot is a very upright man. So, I was thinking…”

Paul vigorously shook his head, “That’s a terrible mistake, a huge mistake!”

He tried hard to persuade Malron to abandon the idea, finding all sorts of reasons from the harsh life in the monastery to the various conveniences of being a noble, from the responsibilities of a regional lord to the long and storied history of the Ganard family.

In the end, Paul spoke fervently and indignantly, “How can you do this to your father who was murdered? What about my soldiers who sacrificed themselves for your revenge?”

Malron seemed persuaded, his face showing a look of shame. It was evident that he had been hesitant before, and Paul’s words only intensified his doubts.

He gripped his cup tightly, head bowed, and said, “But I fear I will still be an unqualified lord. Look at how I was deceived by Angelo and others for so many years without knowing. Continuing in this position, I am likely to be misled by others. And previously, I was dealing with all made-up stuff; I’m afraid I don’t have a clear understanding of the real situation in my territory. With no trustworthy people around, what should I do?”

He put down the cup and covered his face with his hands, looking utterly lost.

Alright, it was time to play the role of a considerate brother.

Paul put his right arm around Malron’s back and said, “Hey, brother. That last sentence really hurt me. Have you forgotten about me, your blood-sworn brother? At least you can trust me.”

“Don’t worry, I will help you. However you need help, that’s how I will help. Under my protection, no one will be able to deceive you or plot against you again.”

Malron turned his head, and Paul looked at him with a warm and reassuring smile, appearing utterly dependable.

“Thank you, Paul.”

He thanked him sincerely but then asked, “But what should I do now?”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Paul raised a finger and said, “Seeing you so troubled, I have a suggestion. If you temporarily don’t have any reliable people by your side, maybe I could let Steward Ford assist you. He’s well-versed in various administrative affairs and has managed Alda efficiently. Although Baylding is a bit bigger than Alda, I’m sure it won’t be too much for him.”

“Of course, this is only if you agree to the proposal. And anything related to Baylding, we will report to you. After all, you are the true lord of Baylding, and you have the final say on everything in your territory.”

“Until you find a new steward whom you can trust and rely on.”

After saying this, Paul looked into Malron’s eyes, waiting for his brother’s response.

To his surprise, Malron almost didn’t hesitate. Upon hearing the suggestion, he seemed relieved, grasped Paul’s hand tightly, and said, “I think it’s a good idea, Paul. Let’s do as you say. I’ve had several conversations with Steward Ford recently, and he indeed is a steady and reliable elder. With his assistance, I’m sure Baylding will get better and better.”

“Uh… since you agree, let’s do that.” This was an unexpected boon for Paul. He had originally wanted just a few mines, but now Malron readily handed over the management of Baylding to him.

Baylding was larger and more populous than Alda, and with its various resources, Paul could now expand his plans more freely.

Paul clenched his fist in excitement and said, “Tomorrow, we’ll head to the lands of those traitors, bring them out for trial, and avenge Uncle Ganard!”contemporary romance

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