Crowned With Crime

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Being a boss is a bit like being a good father. You have to know how to manage your money, know when to scold, and know when to say no when it's necessary. Often, we resent our father, but once we grow up, we realize just how right he was.

Grandpa was old now, senile and sick. He no longer had a sense of priorities, and his decisions had become completely irrational. So, it was time for him to get into politics.

Business was doing well, and our titles of nobility allowed us to open even more companies. After painting the south in the colors of our flag, Grandpa decided to take on the north of the city by building a small on-site inn there.

However, things were not going to be easy. Bandit attacks, supported by the Lancasters, were increasing on the road. They no longer hesitated to attack our convoys even in the middle of the city. It must be said that we had become the perfect target.

Thus, Grandpa was forced to break open his piggy bank to send me to the church to learn to be a nun and write poems. Let's not go overboard, though; his open-mindedness had its limits.

In the meantime, Grandpa decided to focus mainly on politics. The voting system at the town hall is a bit basic: the higher positions vote for the lower ones, and for the lowest positions, such as Master of the Dungeons and Master of the Guilds, the higher positions vote.

But alas, there were already four positions filled at that time, and the town hall was no longer accepting applications.

It's a problem, indeed, so Grandpa had to ask one of his guards to go kill one of the candidates for the position, a certain Jamie Lancaster.

Grandpa had him executed like a dog, right outside the church, finishing him off with a stab in the lung.

Well, I think with that, a spot has just miraculously opened up in the queue.

Oh yes, I know, listen, murder is wrong, but Grandpa was old at the time, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Despite his efforts, this third attempt was unsuccessful, even though he did manage to pull off a successful bribery.

So it wasn't us who would take the position of Guild Master. It's sad, yes, but, you know, in such difficult times, an accident can happen so quickly, like slipping on a knife that ends up right in your throat— that kind of accident.

Gabriela Capécia, a beautiful young girl belonging to the Capécia family, a bourgeois family from Lyubeck. Grandpa sent his two best men to her: the first to tail her, the second to spy on her. If she had ever done anything illegal in her life—embezzling money, wearing pants, or kissing a man out of wedlock—his men would know. And if she was perfectly honest, well, too bad, the streets of Lyubeck are so dangerous these days.

Moreover, in a new strategy, Grandpa decided to buy an Elixir of Trouble, a kind of liquid to spray on your enemies to make them smell worse than a dead donkey.

He decided to spray it on all the other candidates at the next town hall meeting and then asked the whole family to apply for the same position at the town hall.

The strategy was well thought out: if the queue is filled with Linderbergs, it will be a Linderberg who gets the position. Simple and effective strategy.

Meanwhile, I was sent to the faculty of letters. Yes, it's true, I was only 12 years old at the time, but Grandpa intended to make me a high-society woman so I could marry the best match.

And also, Grandpa did not neglect politics. He decided to send the whole family to bribe the city officials.

He even tried to offer small gifts to the mayor of the city, but the mayor was so rich that it would ruin Grandpa, especially since he was having some supply problems at the time.