Chapter 246
Since I was a child, my father used to say,
“Sell your pride, but never sell your conscience.”
This sage advice, often repeated in my youth, originated from my great-grandfather, who established the family store.
This saying has been passed down from my grandfather to my father, and now to me. It’s a precious lesson: as a merchant, it’s acceptable to sell your pride for profit, but never harm your customers by selling your conscience.
That advice is truly profound and wonderful. Following that wisdom, the store that began in a tiny corner has gradually expanded and eventually succeeded in purchasing a three-story building.
“The success you enjoy now is not earned solely by your abilities. It is the seed sown by your ancestors that has finally sprouted.”
Yet, I never boasted about it. My father’s words still resonate deeply within me.
Yeah, it’s not just my skill. A miracle that a store that started in a cramped room transformed into a recognized big shop in the Capital. How could I claim that I achieved such a miracle on my own?
That’s why I hung a portrait of my great-grandfather, the starting point of this miracle, in the shop. Every day, I pray in front of that portrait, asking for a peaceful day, wishing for yet another miraculous day.
After my prayers, I would polish the frame of the treasure that was treasured by our family. Well, the items inside the frame are treasures, but still.
[Integrity Taxpayer Award – Imperial Ministry of Finance, Tax Collection Department]
[Clean Business Operator Award – Imperial Ministry of Finance, Inspection Department]
These two frames are placed right where customers can see them the moment they enter. Despite the fancy packaging, the content was quite short, but those accolades are the proof that I and my ancestors didn’t sell our conscience.
We never cooked the books to pay less tax, nor did we engage in any dishonest business practices. They are badges of honor recognized by both the demanding Tax Collection Department and the Inspection Department.
Since receiving these awards, important people have frequented our place. Even officials from the Inspection Department have visited—specifically the somewhat infamous Deputy Director from the Capital.
Thanks to that, I reached a level where I can serve customers without much fluster. Seeing officials from the Inspection Department regularly meant noble customers were no big deal.
…Or so I thought at one point.
“I heard the Deputy Director just needs to say his name to get in.”
“Yes, yes, of course.”
I hurriedly bowed my head to the young man speaking softly. Decked in the black uniform symbolizing the Inspection Department, the casual way he referred to the Deputy Director left no room for doubt.
Surely, he is the head of the Inspection Department. He matches the description I got from the Deputy Director before.
“He’s younger than me, but he looks all dark and intimidating—like if you poke him, he might bleed. You’ll get the vibe just by looking!”
Initially, I thought the description was weird, but seeing him now, it couldn’t be more accurate.
“Oh, a clean business operator, huh?”
The head of the Inspection Department let out a quiet gasp as he looked around.
“Such an undeserved title.”
“That’s ridiculous. You must be worthy of it to receive it.”
I lowered my head even deeper at the now gentler tone of the head of the Inspection Department. Thankfully, he seemed to have a good first impression.
“More than that, I’m looking to buy a ring.”
“Welcome! I’ll help you find something that you’ll like!”
The moment I heard the head of the Inspection Department, instincts kicked in.
If things go well, I might just turn both the Deputy and the head into regulars!
*
When the Deputy Director recommended a specific shop, I thought, honestly, was he getting some backhanded payment for it? Why else would he say his name so casually?
But when the Clean Business Operator award caught my eye, the suspicion faded. If the Inspection Department approved that place, it made sense for the head to recommend it. In fact, pushing others to excel to earn such accolades isn’t a bad move.
“If it’s not a wedding ring, I’d recommend choosing something already on display rather than a custom order.”
Furthermore, his business acumen was pretty shrewd, and I found it appealing.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. If it’s not a wedding ring, it usually will end up being taken off, so if you put in a lot of effort, your bride might feel awkward.”
“That’s a good point.”
His words were convincing enough to nod along. There’s nothing wrong with that. While a wedding ring is to be worn for life, this is more about marking an engagement, right? If I make it too flashy, it could induce feelings inconsiderate to the wedding ring later on.
I mean, considering Margherita has a ring she will eventually have to take off, presenting someone else with a ring they plan on keeping forever seems off.
“And while I crafted some already, they aren’t mere shortcomings.”
I could tell by just looking at them. Each displayed ring flaunted a splendid design.
“In fact, magical modifications are placed on them, so the size adjusts to fit the wearer.”
That much was also apparent. The unique patterns engraved on each ring resembled the ring I had on.
The owner seemed to notice my finger, and I detected a complex expression in his gaze. It seemed to say, “What gives? Why cut that in half and wear it?”
Yet he quickly shifted his focus elsewhere, displaying a coolness not to pry into the customer’s private life. A real ace of a merchant!
“Hmm, can you recommend something? I would like diamonds for the gems.”
“Of course!”
At that, the owner pulled out a white ring as if he had been waiting for me to ask.
“This piece is made from platinum. It might feel a bit outdated since it was a trend from the past, but it’s making a comeback recently.”
“I see.”
I nodded lightly, and another ring appeared.
Then again, a nod, and the next ring popped up. Another nod, and a subsequent ring appeared.
I felt a little guilty at the owner’s enthusiastic presentation, but truth be told, I really have no clue. Fashion and I are practically strangers.
“I’ll take them all.”
So when the owner showcased the fourth ring, I bought them all.
“…Huh?”
For the first time, the owner, who had been keeping his composure, visibly flinched. His head tilted slightly with a perplexed expression, as if asking whether his ears had deceived him.
Unfortunately, yes. You’re looking at the weirdo who just bought four rings for his girlfriend. That’s me!
“Shit.”
In an instant, waves of self-doubt crashed over me. Buying multiple rings isn’t odd in a world where polygamy is allowed.
But, realistically speaking, who buys so many at once? Bringing in a couple of lovers is one thing; introducing them all at once is another level of insanity.
“I got it. I’ll wrap them up right away.”
In that strange situation where both parties felt somewhat awkward, the owner seemed to regain his professionalism swiftly.
“With the purchase receipt, returns are also possible.”
“Got it.”
Yet mentioning the return policy seemed a bit off at this moment. Why would one mention that when gifting to a girlfriend? Isn’t that a curse that suggests they’ll break up?
Of course, I didn’t harp on it. In the shopkeeper’s sense, it makes total sense to be confused by buying rings in bulk. I understand.
“I wouldn’t have thought I’d be this kind of buyer.”
No one else in the world would act like me.
*
The transaction left both the seller and the buyer unable to shake off a complex feeling.
Regardless, I managed to get my dazzling rings (x4) and ensure not to repeat the same mistake I made when it came to Margherita, going with a couple rings this time.
On top of that, I decorated the cases with different-colored ribbons to ensure clear differentiation. If I accidentally gave the ring meant for Louise to the Duke, it would be a design too inappropriate for her age.
“Confusing that won’t happen!”
By coincidence or fate, the four lucky ladies I plan to gift rings to each have distinctly different color tones.
White, pink, yellow, red. The last one may be related to eye color rather than hair, but who cares? As long as there’s no overlap, I’m golden.
“First, let me start with white.”
I placed the case adorned with a white ribbon into a separate pocket.
Initially, I planned to buy the rings and return straight away, but actually holding them changed my mind. Showing the gift should be done promptly.
“With the New Year’s Ball around the corner, I’ll have to wait until then.”
Then a memory of what the Duke once said rushed back to me, urging more urgency.
Even though I forgave the Duke after our last encounter, I never officially responded to his confession. His mental limit was probably set at the New Year’s Ball, expecting my reply there.
But I had no intention of sticking to that. Surprising your partner is always the best form of entertainment!
“Get ‘em before they know what hit them!”
Words of wisdom based on the blood of the Wise Duke.
While last time, I called out his real name to catch him off guard, this time I’d spring a surprise engagement gift at an unexpected moment.
With that in mind, I feel a bit more vindictive, but I’m sure the Duke will appreciate it, so it’s a win-win.
Anyway, that’s the plan.
*
For the past few days, work has been a struggle.
My eyes don’t find paperwork but rather rest on the calendar, and my hands grip the comb given by the little lady.
‘It’s almost time.’
She’s coming soon.
My heart raced. I know the Academy’s schedule well enough. They had a closing ceremony just a few days back, so she should be in the Capital now.
Even if her arrival is delayed for her work, she’ll definitely appear at the New Year’s Ball. Then, I’ll finally see her again.
“See you next time, Beatrix.”
“Hooouuuughhhh…!”
Ticklish yet embarrassing, and filled with anticipation, I covered my face with both hands.
Since that day, I’ve imagined her voice countless times. Unintentionally recalling her voice made my face felt way too hot.
Did I just realize how happy it is to hear my name called? It’s not the formal Beatrix Katoban of Servette that I hear in official settings. It’s a name spoken with affection, reserved for those close. It’s undoubtedly a special feeling.
“See you next time, Beatrix.”
Her voice echoed again in my mind, and I felt my ears flapping uncontrollably.
Still, a tinge of disappointment lingered. If only she had addressed me by my first name and used informal speech, it would’ve brought us closer! If she had grabbed my wrist and pulled me in instantly—
‘No.’
I shook my head quickly, shaking off the fantasy. I’d already been so blissfully happy asking for more would just be greedy.
There’s no rush. There will come a day when she whispers my name and shares a heartfelt sentiment with me, but there’s still plenty of time ahead to go.
“You said it would take 40 years to see results. We still have plenty of time.”
That’s what she told me—indicating she’d be right there with me.
While she hasn’t formally accepted my confession yet, in essence, it feels like a soft agreement—
Knock, knock
A sound interrupted my joyful musings, and I unconsciously frowned.
“Your Grace, the head of the Inspection Department is here.”
Once I heard my secretary’s report, I quickly perked up.
Just when I was lost in thoughts of her! Could it be that she and I have some sort of connection?
“Invite them in!”
I stuttered in my glee.
Oh man, get a grip. I shouldn’t be thinking of her as someone who stutters!
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