Chapter 6 (1/2)

Luke instructed the administrators to bring in all the documents along with the documented assets and the expenditure of the estates.

He looked at the documents one after the other with a distorted expression.

“This is shit. We are on the verge of bankruptcy!”

The account books which recorded the income and expenses of the estate wasn’t so bad.

The money was borrowed and then paid back, and it was good enough to the extent of never ruining the nobility they had.

“The ever bright bloodline of the warrior family who had struck down the Devil King has no hidden legends or treasures.”

No matter how hard he tried, he could not find even a drop of the warrior family’s assets.

At the same time, the extra funds that were placed for the operating expenses of the permanent residence and the maintenance of the permanent residence were to a bare minimum, almost less than a hundredth of the 30,000 pesos that he had to pay.

“Is this really the family of a legendary warrior? Even a goblin who’s just passing by will laugh at them.”

From what he had learned on the genealogy after Rakan killed him, Rakan was given the title of Marquis and the vast territory in the southernmost part of the Libiya Kingdom.

Considering the fact that Rakan’s family was one of the lowest within nobles, the upgrade in his status could be considered a great success.

However, it didn’t seem like this scenario would last long.

The ambitious Baroque Duke rebelled.

Rakan, who couldn’t tolerate the rebellion and injustice fought against him, but as he was suffering from an incurable disease at that time, he was defeated.

Baroque couldn’t execute Rakan since he was a renowned knight in the entire continent during that time.

Which was why he decided to relegate the title of Rakan to a lowly one and deprived them of the territory they held to the fringes of the Devil King’s castle.

When this happened, Rakan became depressed and reportedly passed away a year later.

And so the later generation began to think that Rakan had been cursed by the Devil King himself.

‘So you killed me after hearing the words of the same men?’

Looking outside the window, Luke asked himself as he saw the statue of Rakan which was standing tall in the garden.

The statue of Rakan was sparkling gold and had a great pose, but it said nothing.

That statue was called a memorial built by the youngest of his grandfathers 50 years ago.

The descendants of Rakan, including Rakan, struggled to make their family recover.

But of course, most of his descendants suffered from sickness and succumbed from it, or went to war and never came back.

And so, rather than prospering, the family barely managed to preserve their heritage, and their manors and estates continued to deteriorate.

And the most adverse effect was in Luke’s generation.

In the midst of all those crises, Luke, a seventeen-year-old boy, tried to somehow develop and revitalize the family name.

He had gone through numerous books and found ways to develop the estates. Despite the weak body he possessed, he took on a sword and learned the martial arts of his ancestors.

Not long ago, he tried to control a Gigant but had an accident due to engine congestion.

He was declared brain dead due to Mana reflux, but he somehow regained his consciousness after a day.