My youngest son Sawadi may have been like my great grandfather.
Our Schenker family was founded by him, a bandit who controlled the trade routes. Presently, I, the patriarch, is the leader of a wheat cartel and second in command of the merchant’s guild.
It can be said that our family is in its golden age.
However, the armed forces our family once possessed have been dismantled and we are treated like a running dog by the Torquiva’s governor.
By the way, the country feared the Schenkers so much that they politely attached strings to a mere bandit family.
The Schenkers in my great grandfather’s generation controlled the entire vast plains in the middle of the three cities and were responsible for trade protection.
It is said that my great grandfather was someone uneducated as he couldn’t even write his name but he’s someone who could twist the neck of a flying dragon without moving a finger.
In the present time, I think he would be called a psychic.
It is said that when a punitive force was sent for him, he defeated them in an extremely brutal way, twisting the flow of the river, and taking every granary in the area as hostage.
It is said that after that, after the shady “trade protection” business of the Schenkers, the Schenkers started direct trade and that rounded up the situation….
Around 20 years ago, the grave of my great grandfather was enshrined in the middle of Torquiva and it seems like deep fear is still rooted for him.
In the middle of all of these, my 3rd son, Sawadi, was born.
He was precocious and from the time he could stand and walk, all he could think about was play and making money.
If that were all, he would have been an average son of a merchant family but his money-making activities always had a certain level of concreteness.
And he’s smart. He learned to calculate before anyone knew it and even lent out his daily allowance to the children of the house in order to earn interest.
Our family already has a successor which is Jerstan, Sawadi’s older brother, who is 15 years older than him….
His excellence and his fearsome sense of sniffing gold could shake that.
Because of that, I decided to enroll him in the Magic Academy.
If he becomes a wizard, he won’t be interested in being the family patriarch and the people around him won’t carelessly induce him to do something.
Our family was founded on the strength of a powerful person but at the same time, it was dependent on that powerful person alone….
At the same time, we know the misery of just relying on a powerful person.
The road of business is a road where evil spirits run rampant but it’s not the road someone very powerful would take.
There is no way people who earn 5 gold coins by regrowing a limb and 2 gold coins by defeating a raging bird dragon, would sell 2 bags of wheat for 1 and a half copper coins.
I banished the cute Sawadi to the road of super powerful to earn peace….but only temporary.