Although Abel had received the Emperor's orders, he did not set out for the Marquess of Yates immediately.
"I can't go alone; i have to go with the tax collectors from the imperial government. My role is to supervise them," Abel thought, realizing the weight of his task.
"By the way, it's troublesome to keep leaving my post," he muttered to himself.
There were already so many businesses underway, and it seemed they would have to refrain from further expansion until reaching a certain level of stability. Most things would work out on their own if left alone, but the fashion business was just taking its first steps. He had to oversee it for a while to ensure it didn't go astray.
―Ahem! Ahem!―
As Abel was looking around the workplace, he suddenly heard a cough. It was a sound that didn't hit his ears but rather his mind directly. There were only two people in the Carriers Duchy who could do that. One was Shuguri, a spirit that sat in his pocket and ate his spiritual energy.
