Stephen settled on a 4:4 profit ratio with the Marquis, aware that negotiating for more could jeopardize the partnership he needed.
"Then it shall be a pleasure to have these scented candles introduced in my territory," the Marquis declared, visibly pleased.
"Thank you, my lord," Stephen replied, bowing in gratitude.
Once the contract was finalized, Stephen left the Marquis's estate and headed toward the new shop. The Marquis had urged him to stay for tea, but Stephen had pressing matters to tend to in preparation for the spring ball this year.
As Stephen's carriage arrived in front of the shop, he noted the ongoing renovations and reorganization with satisfaction.
"My lord!" Arthur greeted, practically running up to him. "I'm glad you've come."
"Well, I had to see how the shop was shaping up." Stephen chuckled and let Arthur guide him through the newly renovated space. The interior was well underway, walls freshly painted, and the layout was starting to take form.
"You've done fine work, Arthur," Stephen remarked, observing the smooth operations. "You've proven to have a knack for managing such things."
Arthur grinned but shook his head modestly. "Not at all, my lord. I'm simply following the blueprint and instructions you provided. Without them, I would be at a loss."
Stephen gave Arthur a friendly pat on the back. "Don't sell yourself short. This is your achievement as well. I only came to check on things, but I'm impressed. It's coming together splendidly."
"Thank you, my lord," Arthur replied, his tone filled with pride. "Marcel and his family are also settling in." Marcel, the cook, with his wife and two kids, were the ones to manage the deli cafe once it's officially open.
"That's good news," Stephen said warmly. "I'm entrusting this shop to you and the others for the long term. Carry on this fine work."
After a brief conversation, Stephen left, confident that Arthur was managing the operation effectively.
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Returning to his estate, Stephen took a short rest, but his responsibilities allowed little time for relaxation.
The following day, he distributed wages to the workers, who had been assisting with candle production. The scented candles had gained such popularity that it was essential to maintain a steady supply.
Just one week after the initial trade with the Marquis, the candles had become a sensation among the nobility, especially among noblewomen who adored the calming fragrances.
The trend quickly spread, sparking curiosity among common folk as well. Not wanting to miss this new trend, Stephen devised a plan to make more affordable versions. By using lower-cost ingredients, he could offer these candles at just two silver coins, a price accessible to most people.
Though the profits from selling to common folk were modest, they quickly added up. Within a week, Stephen's revenue totaled over 25,000 gold coins.
Even more promising, neighboring territories had taken notice. Baronies and viscountcies were sending trade requests, eager to sell the candles to their people as well. This new venture was growing into a substantial opportunity.
As scented candles became a profitable staple, Stephen shifted his focus to expanding his product range. Next, he turned his attention to handkerchiefs. Gathering the artisans, he announced the new project.
"Today, we will be creating embroidered handkerchiefs," Stephen declared, noting the artisans' initial confusion.
Since there were many sewing machines, it would be a waste not to use them. Thus, with it's use, they could steadily supply numerous handkerchiefs with intricate designs.
He then demonstrated by taking a plain white handkerchief and skillfully embroidering floral patterns. The result was a stunning display of delicate craftsmanship.
By now, Stephen had developed a certain mastery over various crafts, and this versatility proved essential. He explained each step, and the artisans followed eagerly, creating a chain of skilled workers who could replicate the patterns.
The handkerchiefs, though simple to produce, became an instant favorite due to their beauty and practicality. Selling them at an affordable price, Stephen could ensured steady sales that added to his growing revenue.
But for now it was currently in it's creation, with numerous of his people, diligently working.
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With the success of the candles, Stephen decided to set up a small store within the deli café to display these items. Patrons could now browse and purchase candles and handkerchiefs while enjoying their meals—a clever tactic to boost sales.
But he still had to wait, since the deli cafe, was still being reconstructed. Even Stephen grew impatient, wanting to open the deli cafe.
In his room one evening, Stephen pored over letters sent by Roch and received regular updates from Shibal on water distribution and other matters.
Though the economy was beginning to recover, the progress was gradual. Stephen carefully drafted a step-by-step economic plan, realizing it would take time before he could reinstate taxes without overburdening the people.
Revenue was still sparse, and he needed to expand further while waiting for the deli to officially open.
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Meanwhile, Marquis Lafaille relaxed in his office, sipping tea with a satisfied smile. "I must say, these scented candles have brought me some peace amidst the demands of this paperwork," he remarked.
The chamberlain chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Their calming effect is undeniable, my lord. The nobles are still clamoring for more candles, also the count has made them accessible to common folk."
The common folk, were always curious of the noble's trend. Thus, it was undeniable that many of them were intrigued with the popularity of the scented candles.
The Marquis chuckled, placing his teacup down. "To think I doubted young Stephen's potential. The territory was in near ruin when he took charge."
The chamberlain nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, my lord. His agricultural reforms are well underway, and the recent discovery of a viable water source has been a relief for his people. He's also shown an unexpected talent in trade."
"I'm pleased to hear that," the Marquis replied with a faint smile. "Though the candles alone don't bring in a fortune, 25,000 gold coins in a single week is impressive. I believe the young Count will make a fine impression at the spring ball."
The chamberlain gave a small nod. "It will be his first official appearance as the new Count, my lord."
The Marquis leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. "Indeed, the eyes of every noble will be on him. I wonder how he'll handle himself under such scrutiny."
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In a drawing room filled with noblewomen, a small party was underway. Scented candles filled the air, creating an atmosphere of quiet luxury.
"My goodness, these candles helped me in my sleep!" a young lady exclaimed.
"They truly are delightful! My room has never smelled so heavenly," another chimed in.
"But have you heard who created them?" a lady leaned in, her voice carrying a note of intrigue. "It's the new Count of Genest."
"What? I thought it was the Marquis who crafted these," another lady remarked in surprise.
"Oh no, the Marquis simply promotes them. The Count is the creator," the first woman clarified. "And with the spring ball approaching, he'll be making his debut."
Excitement rippled through the group, each woman smiling at the prospect of seeing the Count for the first time.
For them, eligible nobility were not merely socialites but potential suitors, and Stephen's rise in fortune made him a fascinating figure.
However, one woman, seated quietly in a corner, seemed unaffected by the animated gossip. She had white, waist-length hair and was dressed with modest elegance. She nibbled on macarons, her expression stoic.
"Oh my, look at her—she's already had five macarons," whispered one lady, barely concealing her contempt. "Perhaps they aren't feeding her well at home?"
Despite the snide remarks, the woman continued to eat in silence. In her mind, she merely noted how "noisy" the room was.
While the gossip irked her, her ears perked up at the mention of the new Count of Genest. She couldn't help but be curious about this man, for she too was an illegitimate child.
"Sophia, are you enjoying your tea?" asked another young woman, Count Monet's daughter.
"Yes… sister," Sophia replied, her tone mild as she sipped her tea. The assembled ladies, noting the half-sister connection, exchanged knowing glances.
Sophia, born of a noble father and a mother of humble origins, had long been a topic of their veiled scorn.
The young woman beside Sophia sighed with feigned sympathy. "I was heartbroken to hear your engagement with Baron Brune was annulled. Such a shame."
Sophia kept her polite smile, unfazed by the veiled insult. She glanced at her tea, tapping her fingers in contemplation.
The topic of the Count of Genest lingered in her mind, curiosity of the count was etched in her head, which she normally ignored.
As Sophia pondered this news, Stephen's preparations for the upcoming spring ball were in full swing. He worked tirelessly to organize the gift he had prepared. This ball would be his first public appearance as Count, and he knew it was a chance to make a lasting impression on the nobility.