Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Pablo looked at the cemetery before him, lowering his voice. “How’d I die, huh…”

He laughed mockingly, his tone sad. “Evil, scheming ministers and bards. Heads rolled everywhere.”

Lilly stopped short.

“No way! How could you have been evil and scheming, Master? There’s no way.”

Pablo chuckled, stroking Lilly’s head.

“Thank you for your trust!” He said.

Lilly said, “You’re most welcome.”

Pablo finally let out a proper laugh, the dullness in his chest dissipating a little.

“It’s been three thousand years since your Master died, Lilly.” Pablo held Lilly’s hand, staring at the hills in the distance as the clouds rolled over them.

Lilly let out a noise of surprise. “Whoa, three thousand years! That’s so cool.”

“…What.”

That didn’t sound right to him at all!

He continued to say, “That dynasty lasted over seven hundred years. Dudroinia’s only passed a hundred years.”

It was clear how powerful that dynasty was.

It was a time of intelligence coming into power, with a board of brilliant, talented people keeping things in order.

Lilly sat down on the steps. “Were you really powerful, Master?”

Pablo smiled. “I guess you could say that. I came from a poor farmer’s family, and became a head minister. It was pretty cool.”

Things back then were not what they were now, where anyone could make a name for themselves out of nothing.

There was a strict hierarchy back then. Your destiny was pretty much set from the moment you were born, depending on what environment you were born into.

The most powerful person in a palace was the emperor. Then you had your duke and duchess.

six ministers, each in charge of a different department. Pablo, as head minister, was the person who dealt directly with the duke on behalf of

Lilly said, “Whoa…”

it,

mean you were in charge

on her face, he stroked his chin.

I’ve got it then. You’re the most powerful person aside from the

laughing, nodding his head. “I guess

oldest son of the emperor was destined for the

and the ministers, and everyone else in

be able to take on that position, but you managed to do that as

was just saying he was awesome and cool, right? She could

best! The absolute coolest!”

let out an amused

emperor killed you because you were

“Yes.”

was simply a power imbalance, and an abuse

resentful and furious when he had first

already head minister. Unless the emperor wanted him dead, anyone else who wanted to replace him would just

shame he was so young, talented and powerful. The emperor was

idiot. Mester’s e greet person, how could he just believe enyone

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