I never went to bed. I sat on the couch in the living room for five minutes after arriving home, patted myself on the cheeks and prepared for another day, and maybe even a night without sleep. First of all, cook something simple. I think a traditional Japanese breakfast will do. Otherwise, cakes and juice will make me sick soon. Boiled rice, miso soup, tamagoyaki is a rolled—up omelet, fried fish and tsukemono, they are also marinades. An hour of work at most. Having finally eaten something normal, although, as always, I didn't finish the rice — I always do a little more than I can handle, I turned on the news channel and thought about my future plans.
First you need to visit Taro in the hospital, check how he is there, at the same time throw some work so that he does not relax. I even have something to throw. Although then the first thing to do is to go to the head office, all the information I collected is there. The wrapper, the prosharenny type, took the car for three days, so I still have something to drive, but actually it wouldn't hurt to do it either. If there is time. It would be nice to also make inquiries about Yamashita, how he is there now, because with him I have, consider that the war has begun. But it is necessary to collect a complete dossier on Chesue — the war is not a war, but we will definitely butt heads with him. In connection with all this, it would be good to look for people in the security service, and in general to transform it into figs, otherwise now it's more like ordinary security. What else? Hmm, after buying Yamashita-Corp, I have an option with another project, I also do not forget to grab it. Or is it not worth it? No matter how the Tarot is sewn up with all these cases. Still, the projects are quite large-scale… Okay, I'll send it to him, let him look, and then we'll think.
I glanced at my watch, so, just in case, to clarify, I still have a fairly developed sense of time. Right now, the neighbors should have already stood up, which means you can go consult about the ancestral lands won. I don't intend to sell them, but maybe they will advise something so that no one gets to me with this. Hardly, of course, but you never know. I've got something completely wrong with planning my affairs — one thing, then another. But Koyama first of all, since I'm here anyway and the time is right.
On the screen, having finished telling about the imminent arrival of the special representative of the German Empire in Tokyo, they began to enlighten us about the release of a new bestseller by a famous author of fantasy novels from Mishima, in Izu province. I should buy it, I like his books. But the Chesue family is connected with the book business, unfortunately, Aneko does not know more. But I do. No special names, but something. And if I'm right, then Chesue is one of the two suppliers of books to Tokyo stores. One of the two distributors. Ho-ho, as the old man of Kent likes to say, I successfully remembered this. Why? Yes, because its direct competitor is Nakata Akemi, the owner of the wholesale and retail enterprise "Hon no Sekai", or "The World of Books", if in Russian. He makes a lot of money, but Chesue, if it's him, is still the leader here. Then I can totally screw him up if I get into this business with the help of Akemi or support her with money and other... opportunities.
The doorbell was unexpected. Is it Sheena or Mizuki? However, when I opened the door, I found Akeno.
— Hello, tramp! Well, how do you like the games of the highborn?
— Hello, Akeno-san, come in. And about games — it's expensive. I don't see the point… Have you ever been there? Akeno nodded. — The prince made a speech before the game, like money is nonsense, the main thing is the game. So I don't see the point, why such sums, if money is not the main thing anyway.
— Heh, and you try to play poker without any money at all. It will get boring right away. And for those who come to the prince, smaller amounts are like free for you.
— Tea, coffee? I don't offer cakes, you probably just had breakfast recently.
— Let's have some coffee. Your tea sucks, to be honest.
— Finally! At least someone confessed.
— Heh-heh-heh.
Having brewed coffee and dragged it into the living room, he sat down opposite the guest.
— It's good that you came, Akeno-san, I also wanted to look in on you.
— To consult or tell something?
— The first.
— Well, then let's ask you first, and then we'll talk about my case.
After taking a sip of coffee, I wondered where to start.
— Chesue… Chesue Yasuo. What do you know about him and his kind in general?
— Chesue, Chesue… Are these the ones that are associated with books?
- yes.
— Nothing. — Is he kidding me? — Don't look at me so indignantly. I really don't know anything. The Chesue clan, the Pamyu clan, are engaged in the book business. That's all, actually.
I remember... I come across them a lot. Chesue is already the third representative of this clan, familiar to me ... well, yes, the third.
— Have you heard that I won the ancestral lands?
I wonder what he'll say? Still, I returned home not so long ago, and they didn't have time to find out everything, unless they worried about it in advance.
— Yes, — the man chuckled in response. — We managed to share it.
And you won't understand whether it's some kind of quick-witted sycophant, or whether they kept their finger on the pulse. Oh well.
"And you didn't ask who this Chesue was?" Did I understand correctly, you knew who exactly lost the land to me?
In response to my words, Akeno was even taken aback.
"That's... something like that," he spread his hands. — It was enough that this is not a representative of a strong clan or clan.
Of course, there is a sense in his words, but it's still somehow unprofessional ... Funny, there is a conceit of the owners of a strong clan in relation to a weak one. Well, or the strongest to the average. To say, not to say? I have a positive attitude towards the Koyama family, but I don't care about the Koyama clan. On the other hand, show—offs are our everything.
— Underestimating anyone does not bring anything good.
— Uh... hmm, well, yes. But... oh, come on.
I've always been amazed at how Koyama men take my words lightly. In the sense that the patriarchal structure of this world screams that I should have been shortened now. I
too
young to teach a grown man. Ksta-a-ati. Now is a great moment while he is confused and while we are alone in my house.
— Tell me, Akeno-san, — I began, rubbing my right eye with the palm of my hand, after all, it was quite a night, - were my parents the last representatives of their kind or part of another?
The question is a bit strange, considering that Kent was deprived of his parents' coat of arms. If they were part of the clan, then he would not have the right to do this, only the head of the clan can pull off something like this. But if he gave this coat of arms, then yes. But in this case, the question is: why the hell were the former commoners neighbors as much as the head of the clan? And why were they given a coat of arms at all? The question is, in principle, provocative, and having received an answer to it, I will learn much more than I asked. Or I will have the legal right to ask another question.
At first, Akeno was confused by this turn of the conversation. Then he sipped his coffee thoughtfully. If he starts to wag with an answer now, it will also be a kind of answer. Even the time to think about the question is also something.
"It's a bit of a wrong question, Shin, but I understand what you want to know," Akeno began, looking at nothing and tapping his finger on the cup. — I don't like to remember this story. I will tell it as it is, without seeing it from my side. Just how it was," and thoughtfully taking a sip of coffee, he continued: "Perhaps it's worth starting with the fact that your father and I were friends. This is to make it clearer to you. It all started with the fact that your father fell in love with a commoner. In principle, it's nonsense, what's the big deal, except he also married her. Without asking your father, your grandfather. But even this his old man could have let down on the brakes, yet he loved his son, and he was the youngest of three, although scandals still happened from time to time. And everything seems to have settled down, but the trouble is, it turned out that your mother is not able to control Bahir. And this is for the aristocracy... here, perhaps, we should make a digression.
— No need, Akeno-san, I know what kamontoku is and... the conditions accompanying it.
— Oh, how, hmm. Okay then. In general, she could not control bahir. Oh, what started there. As Rafu told me later, he was forced to leave your mother, but he resisted. He even moved here, to this house, away from his family. That's where your father made his biggest mistake. As soon as he settled in a new place, without even letting your grandfather really cool down, he declared that Sakurai Etsu was his only love and he did not intend to marry anyone else. No wonder the old man freaked out. Your father was excommunicated from his family and exiled from the family almost immediately after his statement.
Of course, I didn't leave it. Through his old man, he punched his coat of arms, and since he was not expelled from the clan, he became the founder of a kind within the clan. After a while, it turned out that your mother could still control bahir, which probably was a blow for your grandfather. I won't say how strong, but he clearly didn't expect such a setup from life. With three adult sons, the first grandchild was born to the one he had expelled. Yes, and for nothing, as it turned out.
Then there was a happy family, interesting trips around the world, joy and love. During trips, they left you at home, or rather, in our house, so you grew up in our arms, well, you should already remember that. Personally, I, like Kagami, were not against it. I repeat for the hundred and first time, Sin, you are not just a neighbor for us.
But everything that happened after that, I... I do not know how it happened. Why did they need it? The attempted theft turned into a robbery. An attack on a clan member. They were saved only by the fact that they could not cope with this man, and the fact that I stood up for... them. The last time. Then you know everything yourself. The coat of arms was taken away, expelled from the clan, kicked in the ass.
— That's funny. It turns out that I am the son of the twice exiled. It's even kind of interesting.
—That's not very funny.
— Your problem is that you don't seem to have come to terms with all this yet. But I have been for a long time. I'm more concerned about how society will react to this. The son of the twice—exiled - this, of course, sounds, but for everyone in their own way.
"Don't worry about it. If we kicked you out of the block, then yes. And so — forget it.