Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 127: Child, It’s Time

Two years later, in the Rosa Merchant Confederacy’s Rosa City.

In a classy office that carried a breath of history, a ginger-haired middle-aged man was seated before a study desk. In front of him, at the center of the room, stood a girl with auburn hair and emerald eyes.

The man was Bruce Sorofya and the girl was his daughter, Charlotte. They were the most renowned father-daughter pair in Rosa. They were usually on good terms with one another, but the atmosphere in the room felt a little different from normal.

“Father, why did you call me here?”

Charlotte couldn’t understand what was going on. Bruce had sent her a letter using their house’s high-priority envelope to summon her back from the Land of Chaos. The high-priority envelope was reserved solely for situations where the house was in dire trouble, which was why Charlotte was alarmed to receive the summon. Without any hesitation, she rushed all the way back home, taking hardly any rest along the way, only to have Bruce ask her all sorts of trivial questions over the past half an hour.

Bruce had also noticed Charlotte’s confusion as well, and he sighed softly to himself. He knew that it had skirted around the issue for too long, and it was about time for him to get straight to the point.

“Charlotte, what do you think of the Ascart House?”

“Ascart House? Are you referring to the house ruling over the neighboring Ascart Fiefdom?”

“Yes, I’m referring to them. I would like to hear your evaluation of them.”

“Hmm… The Ascart Fiefdom itself holds a lot of potential, but it seems like the fief lord managing the territory has been quite inept thus far.”

The almost offensive evaluation caused Bruce’s eyebrows to shoot up, but before he could say anything, Charlotte had already started backing up her evaluation with all sorts of statistics, such as the progress of development of the fiefdom barely reaching 40%, its dilapidated roads, the inaccessibility of its mountainous terrain, the low border taxes that were hardly sufficient to make up for its expenditures, and so on.

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