Otome Game Mob Villain

"... Mm, I'm pretty sure it's charcoal. Well done, Rid. This will be a tremendous feat in our territory. The process and structure of its creation will remain confidential for as long as possible."

"Thank you, Father. "

I immediately show the completed "Black Charcoal" to my father and discuss my future plans.

The place is the same as usual, or rather, we are sitting across from each other across the table in the office of the mansion.

I thanked father for his words and said with a smile,

"Am I correct in assuming that this means you approve of my business plan of the other day?"

Father, perhaps anticipating my words, let out a long sigh, wrinkling his brow, although he didn't seem that shocked.

'Hah,...... if it comes to this, there is no reason to stop. Once you have the means to buy the slaves, be sure to report and check with me before you make a decision. This is absolutely. Am I clear?"

"Yes, , father "

As I replied, I was inwardly gut-punching with joy.

The educational program that I had asked Sandra, Deanna, and Capella to help me with was not yet finished.

But it was a first step.

I smiled at my father and said, 

"Well, I would like to set up a lodging house on the land near the charcoal kiln, if that is all right."

"...... Is it correct to assume that it would be a lodging house for the slaves?"

Father gave me a dubious look.

I had written it in my project plan.

I nodded and replied.

"Yes, it will be for slaves, but we will need a lot of people. I would like to build a large dormitory for the slaves because we need a large number of them. If you want to count the number of people, it would be about ......200 people."

"What do you mean, you are going to buy two hundred slaves?"

Father's expression remained stern at the number of people I suggested, but he sounded astonished.

I hurriedly added,

"Well, uh, I am thinking of that scale in the end, but I plan to buy a little at a time. I' m thinking of a lot more than just charcoal, so ......"

'Either way, you're planning to provide for a scale of two hundred people. ......"

Father mumbled a few words and then turned over with his hands on his forehead.

But what I'm thinking of doing from now on will inevitably require a lot of manpower.

Besides, you never know what the qualities of a slave will be when buying them, so it is essential to have more than a certain number of slaves.

When I explained the necessity again, my father looked at me and suddenly said, "

"I will give you permission to build the dormitory."

"I have brought with me the design plans for the dormitory, and I would like you to check them out."

'... how well prepared you are."

Father looks over the documents I have presented to him with dismay.

After that, we continued to discuss for a while about what to do with the dormitory.

In the course of the discussion with my father, I thanked him in my heart for always being there for me.

After the discussion, he asked me to do something for him.

As a result of our discussions, he agreed to most of my proposal.

He recognized the possibility of giving the slaves an education program that would be worth the cost of the investment.

However, he remains quite reluctant to give his approval, because it came with some hesitation.

"Huh. ...... Rid, I'll give you my approval, but make sure you think about the 'funding' as well, okay?　In addition to the money to purchase the slaves, the initial investment in the construction of the dormitories will be substantial. Make sure you don't run out of money, okay?"

Yes, . I am planning to turn all of the profits from the cosmetic business in that regard. Also, when I discussed the business plan with Chris, we agreed that if I could get his permission, Chris would provide us with the funds.

When I finished my father's words, I responded with a smile.

He looked at my smile and mumbled something to me with a sullen expression on his face.

 "I'm sorry, ...... Chris is in a lot of trouble, too. ......"

I couldn't quite hear what he was saying, and I couldn't help but ask back.

"What is it, Father?"　

"No, nothing. You have a meeting with Chris, and if you have any problems, be sure to talk to me about it."

I was curious about what Father had muttered, but I guess it wasn't anything to be particularly worried about.

Instead, I nodded to my father's words and decided to boldly tell him what I had been planning for the future.

," Father, there is something else I would like to discuss with you."

Yes?　Did you do something again that I don't know about?'

When my father heard my words, he looked at me sharply with a suspicious look in his eyes.

I hurriedly shook my head in denial and said,

I'm not trying to be a jerk, I'm just thinking about the future and telling a few people that I have some special knowledge that I gained from my memories of my previous life."

'Who are you thinking of, ......?"

The father's expression suddenly turned stern, but I calmly and carefully explained to whom I was going to tell it, including the reason why.

If the future of the move is successful, I will be able to use my knowledge in a variety of ways.

At that time, I should explain the knowledge I have in order to establish deeper ties with everyone.

After listening to what I had to say, my father pondered for a moment and then said,

"I understand ....... But I will be there when you talk about it. It will be more convincing that way."

 "Thank you very much. I will gather the people I told you about at a later time."

Father, with a stern and grim expression on his face, let out a sigh upon hearing my reply and turned his head down, placing his hand on his forehead.

I called out to him with concern.

"Father, are you all right?　If you're not feeling well, I'd like to know your condition so that I can contact Nikique in Renalute and ask him to find some good herbs for you.'

"...... I don't need to worry about it. You still have more to tell me, don't you?'

"Yes, I do. The next thing I want to talk about is .......'

He looked up suddenly and replied with an expression of indescribable power as he looked at me.

I was so impressed by his power that I switched to the next topic and continued the conversation as he had asked me to talk about it.