I Became A Black Merchant In Another World-Chapter 254: Pearl and Revenge (8)

A few times, no, perhaps dozens of times, I had thought about this.

If there were ever an opportunity to eliminate that bastard Albert, who constantly caused trouble for our family and tried to trip up my younger sibling, I would gladly swing my sword without hesitation.

In novels, dramas, and movies, characters often make such resolutions, but when it comes time to kill, they hesitate. That’s a common trope, but...

“It’s thrilling and feels good, doesn’t it? Just thinking that I can finally rid the world of that bastard, I feel like all my worries have disappeared.”

It’s as satisfying and joyful as when I made a fortune trading tulips.

Some might say, “How could you kill your family? Isn’t that too heartless?” But...

Even if it’s family, there’s a line that must not be crossed.

Anyone who runs off with several thousand or several million gold, or those who force others to be responsible for their debts or crazy business schemes, are no longer part of my family from that moment on.

They’ve become enemies who must be dealt with, no matter what it takes.

Sebastian, who was standing beside me, sighed as he listened to my words.

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“Once you’ve made up your mind, you never hold back, Baron.”

“You can’t change people, Sebastian.”

There’s an old saying that goes, "You don’t raise a beast with black hair."

It means you shouldn’t even brush against human garbage who can’t live up to their responsibilities.

There are occasionally people who try to “fix” such trash, and I respect their good intentions, but...

What are those parents of the black-haired beasts planning to do with the failure they’ve raised? Realistically, it’s impossible.

Whether the one I’m trying to “fix” is my younger sibling, my older brother, or even my wife, it’s the same.

Once someone crosses a line, there’s a 99% chance that no matter what effort you make, you won’t change their nature, so it’s better to sever ties.

“The crime of touching the people who have sworn loyalty to our Rothschild family is death, and not just any death, but a painful one.”

Some people say this.

They say revenge is futile and that forgiveness and tolerance should be shown.

The Bible says, “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us,” and it tells us to leave vengeance to God.

But the only person who can follow that is our priest at the Rothschild estate.

If someone like me tries to live a good life, I’ll end up with unpayable debts in places I don’t even know, and people will try to scam me.

“People’s nature is to prey on those who look weak.”

“Albert is inside the Medici mansion, right?”

“Yes, Baron.”

I touched the sword at my waist once and entered the mansion.

“Now, I think it’s time to have a little fun with Albert.”

And so, I entered the mansion with the heavily armed servants of our family to guard me.

Even though I’m the second son of the former Baron of Medici, carrying a sword into the Baron’s mansion would make me a target.

After all, there’s always the chance I could draw my sword and slit Albert’s throat.

But perhaps because my father had already given a hint...

The servants and attendants who saw me immediately greeted me and either stepped back or informed others of my arrival.

“Baron Rothschild has arrived. It’s time to clock out.”

In an instant, the mansion, which was normally filled with many servants, attendants, and maids, became empty.

Albert, just how disliked must you be?

How could your servants and attendants prioritize obeying my father’s orders, even after he retired years ago, over your own?

What a pathetic excuse for a person.

“Normally, when even the Emperor brings his guard in, the servants and vassals would at least put up some resistance, just as a matter of form.”

If the Emperor is bringing in the guard, it’s practically a declaration that he intends to kill the person.

But flowers must remain beautiful until the end, and nobles must maintain their dignity until the moment of their death.

The servants and attendants show their honorable loyalty by protecting their master even when the Emperor’s guard arrives, and the noble throws himself into the fray for the sake of his vassals and family, even knowing death is inevitable.

Yet, in my case, everyone is just running away?

“Where’s Baron Medici?”

“He’s in his office, Baron.”

In dramas, when something like this happens, they’re usually in a mistress’s bedroom.

But, of course, media is media, and reality is something different.

Even though it’s already been 24 years since I reincarnated into this world, it still makes me think like this.

“Let’s go.”

With each step I took, my legs felt lighter, as if I were more at ease, knowing I was about to settle an old grudge.

I was declaring my independence as the second son of the Medici family.

As soon as I opened the door to the office, there he was, Albert, sitting there.

“Albert, you bastard traitor. After sending pirates to kill the people of another lord’s domain, did you sleep well with your legs stretched out? Or were you trembling, thinking I might come to take my revenge?”

Albert jumped to his feet and pointed at me.

“You uncultured brat! How dare you, the younger brother, who has become a Baron, and now a son-in-law of a duke’s family, disrespect your older brother? And to enter a noble’s mansion with mercenaries heavily armed! Is this the lesson you need to learn? Is it only after our family is ruined that you’ll come to your senses?”

He tried to yell at me, probably thinking he looked like a tiger doing so.

But to me, he looked like nothing more than a kitten hissing.

I’d rather have Chloe or Kris wearing cat-ear headbands and mewing cutely. That would be scarier.

It’s true what they say—that in the end, most people become ugly.

Albert, too, had become so ugly I could barely look at him.

“Try if you can.”

If I had to measure Albert’s fighting ability, he’s no stronger than a mosquito that can’t spread malaria or carry any other deadly diseases.

Nobles have the power to command vassals, attendants, citizens, and peasants to fight, and that power equals military strength.

But he has already been abandoned by even the servants of his mansion.

“I’ll give you ten minutes. Try ringing the bell and calling any of your attendants. Maybe if someone brings a gun and shoots me, you’ll have a chance to take over the Rothschild Barony. Go ahead, try it if you can.”

There are two main ways to make someone suffer.

One is to mentally pressure them or constantly remind them of their dire situation.

The other is to inflict physical pain through torture, which is what everyone is familiar with.

Good people should master both of these methods if they want to take just revenge on someone who’s raised a blade against them.

“Bring me a glass of wine. No, give one to that soon-to-be-dead bastard.”

Albert ground his teeth.

“Fabio! You bastard!”

He then repeatedly rang the bell, shouting loudly to summon his servants.

“What are you doing? A gang of thugs has entered the Baron’s office trying to kill him! Kill them! Kill them!”

It is said that the cries of a defeated man make for good entertainment.

I guess that’s true.

A year ago, Chloe showed me a strange dance from the Sultanate while wearing clothes that revealed her whole body, and I drank the finest wine while watching it.

The taste of wine that day can’t even compare to how good it is now.

At least Albert’s dying has led to one good thing.

“The crisp, fresh taste and rich aroma are wonderful. This wine must be from Burgundy?”

“It’s the finest from Burgundy.”

“I’ll have a bottle sent to each of you after today’s work. That’s separate from your pay.”

When something good happens, it’s proper to share it—this is the Korean way.

Back in the 70s and early 80s, if someone in a poor family passed the judicial exam, they’d throw a neighborhood party and spend their entire fortune.

I should spread such good culture around.

Maybe when I find the New World, I’ll have some chili powder and make kimchi.

“Where is anyone? Anyone at all?! Get that degenerate bastard and kill him!”

For the next ten minutes, Albert desperately searched for someone to save him...

But shockingly, no one paid him any attention.

Some people even ignored him as if he didn’t exist.

Albert’s expression changed moment by moment.

At first, he was fighting to survive, but now he was in utter despair, fully aware of his situation.

“Albert, what’s wrong? Still trying to shout? Come on, beg for your life. Maybe Deus will answer your prayer.”

I can guarantee one thing.

Deus will never answer that bastard’s prayer.

“If not, at least have one last drink before you die.”