Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 110: I’m Sorry, Grandmother
After our first lively family dinner in weeks, Father summoned me to his study. Lionel was already waiting. The deep lines across Father’s forehead revealed the subject before he spoke.
“I’ve heard most of the Mount Claire matter from Lionel,” he said. “I believe him, but I want to hear the full sequence from you.”
“Of course.”
I described the suspicious reply, the unannounced inspection, the concealed clear-cut slopes, the weak saplings, the emergency firewood purchases, and the Plant Nutrient. Father interrupted with precise questions, and the creases on his brow deepened with every answer.
When I finished, he released a heavy breath.
“Your early action prevented a winter fuel crisis. Had you not returned to the territorial capital and arranged purchases immediately, we would have been forced to buy scarce firewood later at extreme prices. You reduced the loss considerably.”
The imported supply was still costly, but it was far better than leaving residents without heat.
“House Heine should manage Mount Claire directly for the foreseeable future,” Father continued. “If magic-tool heating eventually reduces our dependence on firewood, we can reconsider.”
“I agree. The previous manager deliberately preserved trees only on slopes visible from the mansion. However, we also bear responsibility for accepting reports without inspection.”
Father rested his chin on one hand. The workers and foresters would probably remain employed, but the manager who had concealed the destruction couldn’t continue unchanged.
“You did well, Julius. I’ll handle the legal and administrative consequences. I’m placing Mount Claire’s practical restoration under your supervision. Will you accept?”
“Gladly.”
That gave me legitimate authority to visit whenever necessary. The mountain offered fruit, herbs, and likely many useful potion ingredients. It would also provide Mira with space to fly and play as they grew.
Father’s gaze sharpened.
“Now explain the Plant Nutrient.”
I repeated my established defence: the formula came from Grandmother’s inherited recipe book.
I’m sorry, Grandmother.
In my imagination, Margaret gave me an encouraging thumbs-up. I desperately hoped she would have approved.
“I don’t know where the full extent of your talent came from,” Father said, “but Mother appears to have chosen her successor correctly. A potion capable of accelerating growth so dramatically can’t be released casually. A mistake could destroy farmland or destabilise the territory.”
“Yes. I’ll restrict its use and record the proper dilution, intervals, and risks.”
His concerns were justified. If the saplings had withered—or if the soil had been exhausted—the consequences would have been severe.
Father didn’t reprimand me. Lionel and I both relaxed, although I suspected Lionel had feared being blamed for insufficient supervision.
“There’s another matter,” Father said. “What happened to the Panacea you made?”
I looked away.
Should I reveal the truth? If I did, he would ask how I had carried it into the royal castle unnoticed.
A lie formed quickly.
“Julius.”
His stern voice reduced my courage considerably.
“I gave it to Princess Chloe as a precaution.”
“To Princess Chloe? How?”
“I concealed it inside the stuffed holy dragon I made for her. Chloe knows where it is.”
Father closed his eyes and leaned back, arranging his thoughts.
“Do you believe His Majesty may be poisoned?”
“I don’t know. I only wanted the royal family to possess an emergency treatment. The target might be His Majesty, Her Majesty the Queen, Princess Daniela, or Princess Chloe.”
One Panacea wasn’t enough if several people were poisoned at once. Chloe would almost certainly give it to someone else rather than save herself.
“You’re right to consider the possibility,” Father said at last. “Can you make more?”
“If I obtain the ingredients. Every component is rare. Grandmother happened to possess a complete set, but replacing them will be difficult.”
“Cost isn’t a concern. Begin acquiring the materials immediately and keep the requests discreet.”
“Understood.”
I had already commissioned adventurers to search, and now the work carried Father’s explicit approval.
There was one more request I wanted to make while he was feeling generous.
“Father, may Rosalia and I have a dedicated room for making magic tools?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“The salon is no longer suitable. We need secure storage, durable surfaces, ventilation, and enough space to test devices without damaging formal rooms.”
I wished Rosalia were present to strengthen the appeal, but Mother would likely have joined her. Mother’s priority was preparing Rosalia to manage a noble household. In this world, that view was conventional, even if I found it restrictive.
If Father approved the workshop first, Mother might accept it as part of the family’s plans rather than a challenge to Rosalia’s future.
“I’ll consider it,” Father said.
He closed his eyes again.
His hesitation made one thing clear: he didn’t dismiss our work, but he was weighing Rosalia’s wishes against the expectations placed upon a noble daughter.
For the moment, consideration was better than refusal.
Wait, I forgot why exactly are they so scared of inventing new things?
I think it’s just potions right now. Right now, the MC doesn’t really understand why the potions quality has gone down.
He hasn’t gotten around to asking his father.
Regarding magic tools; that doesn’t seem to be an issue.
The only issue is tradition. Like mentioned earlier with Fabienne, most females are just stay-at-home moms.
The mom may not look too favorably with Rosalia helping make them. If it was just the MC, probably wouldn’t be a problem.