“Isabella.”

“Daddy~!”

“Your face is well.”

“I’ve been to Korea, haven’t I.”

Father and daughter, facing each other in the London mansion.

The earl’s house is strict in its discipline, but Earl Rupert was disarmed in front of his youngest daughter.

Isabella, whose difference in age from the other children is large, is the last gift his wife left.

Earl Rupert has sacrificed himself for the house, and the first and last woman of that life is the dead countess.

Isabella, who takes after her to the last detail.

It is the reason Rupert cannot be anything but endlessly tender.

Unlike the sons he controlled strictly, his daughter Isabella grew up a free spirit.

That does not mean everything was permitted.

The manners a noble must be equipped with, and her studies, were absolutely never neglected.

His daughter Isabella, who since joining the boutique firm has stood out above the rest of them.

“And you are not tired?”

“You lent me the plane, didn’t you.”

Isabella, who used the private aircraft.

Rupert is a man with nothing too dear where his daughter is concerned.

“Isabella.”

“Yes~”

Isabella was extremely satisfied with this trip to Korea.

It was short, but it was a schedule with meaning in it.

In Korea she visited the old palaces and the museums, and she shopped as well.

And the Korean VIP she had a meeting with!

That is the point with the most impact.

“Was the meeting with the client all right?”

Earl Rupert, asking it with everything already grasped.

His hair was all swept back in his usual style, and his forehead was bare with it.

Like Count Dracula, the unusually white skin looked pale.

His blue pupils gazed steadily at his daughter.

“Yes! He was tremendous!”

Unlike the times she came back from meeting other clients, the tone of Isabella’s voice went up.

Tremendous? To that degree?

Earl Rupert was privately startled at his daughter’s reaction.

Isabella was a child who already possessed an astonishing talent when she was small.

A house that has carried the line on to this day as Scottish nobility.

Isabella possesses the secret ability belonging to the house of Hales alone, the ability by which the boutique firm has been grown this far in the present age.

That is precisely the particular ability to distinguish a human being who drives wealth along with them.

Earl Rupert too exercises the ability to a degree.

But Isabella inherited a strength so great it cannot be compared with Rupert’s.

For that reason he had bodyguards attend her at all times.

If some mishap should befall Isabella, the house is put in danger by it.

And an Isabella like that has given the highest praise.

“He…… in a few years…….”

“……??”

Isabella carried the sentence part of the way and stopped.

“I think I must not speak of it any further.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just now, as I was about to speak, I felt a strong warning.”

“A warning?”

“My ability…… I feel somebody is going to take it away.”

“What? Who?”

Isabella’s pupils shook as though uneasy.

“……God.”

“……!!”

At Isabella’s answer Rupert lost what he had to say.

God, out of nowhere?

“Look forward to it. He is a tremendous…… being.”

Isabella said it like a prophecy.

Earl Rupert followed the gaze of an Isabella staring dimly into the empty air.

“But…… Isabella.”

“……??”

Isabella looked at Rupert.

“Do you know?”

“Sorry?”

“The client Ha Tae-ung you have been to meet is…… a high school pupil.”

“Whaaat? A h— high school pupil??”

Cute.

Children sitting in the Management Studies Society room as though they were something, looking at me as though passing judgement.

If it were the situation ten years on it would be frightening.

Once these people graduate from university they will join their several groups as executives and take on pivotal roles.

But at present they are schoolkids full of front.

They do not know what level a fund on the trillion scale is.

Their parents do not hold a trillion in cash, and neither do their grandparents.

And they want it opened up?

It is nothing but curiosity joined to a foolish bravado.

Even so, simply telling them is no fun.

A condition is essential.

Before the regression I had no seat like this.

Now is not like then.

In many respects I need these people’s help.

The ground on which I have to live again is, unchangingly, the Republic of Korea.

The more connections, the more they help.

And on top of that, take these people down a peg and the road ahead becomes easy.

Children who will be used at about the level of pawns on a board.

“Why does there need to be a reason! You only have to prove it!”

Lee Jeongjun takes after his mother.

An inborn tendency to disregard other people, to despise them without consideration and grind them down.

A true education is urgently needed.

“It’s no fun, is it?”

“What…… did you say?”

“It’s my personal information being opened, so doing it for nothing is a loss. Isn’t that right?”

“What bullshit is this!”

“…….”

The children who had been looking on are thrown.

They cannot respond to a sudden situation at all.

It will be their first experience of having the initiative on the board taken from them.

“Tae-ung-a. How do you want to do it?”

Kang Junu, asking with a gaze full of curiosity.

The board I wanted has been laid out.

“If I prove it…… all of you except Junu and Jang Jiyu and Hyoju call me hyung or oppa.”

“……!!”

“Hyung?”

“O— oppa?”

The children murmured all at once.

The very parties who until only a little while ago treated me as an invisible man for being a charity case.

A situation in which that unchanged charity case suddenly becomes oppa, hyung.

It will feel to them like their pride dropping straight down.

But I want to hear it without fail.

The sound of oppa and hyung, to be heard from the protagonists who will become the heads of future groups.

As revenge for the past there is nothing to match it.

“You can bear that much, can’t you? I am plainly older than you lot…… and we are not on intimate terms either.”

I raised the corner of my mouth in a slow grin.

Having caught the chance, I have to tread on them properly.

Only then is the school life that remains comfortable too.

The rumour that I was cast out by the Ha house has gone all the way round in any case.

The way to end a rumour that will go on being produced is to prove one’s own ability!

The highest weapon in a capitalist society is money.

The reason these people defend their groups is not so tremendous.

Still less is it a purpose for the good of humanity and the nation.

Say so to your face and in the end it is bullshit.

They are nothing but living creatures running until the soles of their feet sweat, and only in order to keep the vested interest they have enjoyed.

“All right…… if you want it, I’ll call you it!”

Lee Jeongjun took the bait first.

“I’m in favour too!”

“Prove it! Then I’ll call you oppa!”

Half-grown young things agreeing, swept along by the crowd’s feeling.

“Junu, and Jang Jiyu.”

“Mm?”

“……??”

“I’ll open it to you two alone.”

“Okay! I’ll confirm it exactly.”

“Me too! Ho ho ho.”

The reaction of the two of them, full of expectation.

I took my smartphone out.

Tip-ti-tick.

I touched the passcode and opened the overseas coin futures account.

The moment the window opened, my coin profit index, rising and falling in real time.

The unit of zeroes is different.

The display standard is Tether, not won.

Shff.

I held the screen out in front of a Kang Junu whose eyes had gone wide and a Jang Jiyu who had stretched her neck right out.

And.

“Heok!”

“Ah…….”

(End of Chapter 113)