Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"Heh - wow. Pretty big mansion, huh?

Gaius raised his admiration as he looked up at Dulm's mansion, just enough to leave the Foreign Office building.

"Yes, no, no... no big deal..."

Dalm said so and humbled himself as he held a crate with a cloth on it to his side in a discreet manner.

"No, this is pretty much it. 'Cause even if you look around, Mr. Dalm, the house is the biggest."

Gaius said as he looked over at the various dwellings surrounding him.

"No, it's really no big deal... and it's not even the house I built..."

"That would be so. This is the only mansion I have. Your father built it, didn't he?

"It is. My father built it for me..."

"Right. Do you have a family at this hour?

"... no, I live alone..."

Gaius couldn't hide his surprise in Dulm's words.

"What!? Living alone? You live alone in a mansion this big? So you're saying you built this big mansion just for your father, Mr. Dulm?

"... well..."

"... I see. In the meantime, Mr. Dalm, I know the house is quite rich."

Gaius said funny things about his house up on the shelf.

"No!... no well... that's right..."

Though Darm tried to refute Gaius' words reflexively, it soon became a butt shrink.

"Yeah? What's going on? You don't hate being rich, do you?

"... yeah... no, just go inside"

Dulm opened the door of the house in some way to delude him and lured Gaius into the mansion.

Although Gaius was somewhat concerned about Darum's condition, he went into the mansion in response to that invitation for now.

Two.

"Maybe Mr. Dalm feels caught up in the fact that his parents are rich?

Gaius cut out so as he sat on a fairly luxurious, seemingly total leather sofa, placed in the reception room just as he entered the front door.

Durm then lowered the crate held on the side to the floor, quietly answering as Gaius and I lowered our hips to the couch opposite the table.

"... yeah. I think that... wealth should be distributed fairly..."

"I see. So the rich should share that extra wealth with the poor, huh?

Then Darm reacted violently to Gaius's words.

"Yes!! That's right!... No, I can't really say anything great about my parents' snakes..."

"I know, ideally, what Mr. Dalm is trying to say."

"... is it ideal... is it really just ideal? I wonder if this Pope Lowenglin could not only list the complete redistribution of wealth as an ideal, but also as a realistic thing..."

To Dulm's words Gaius was intensely surprised in his heart, although he did not show it to his face.

(What!?... Are you thinking of making this guy, Roenglin, a socialist country?... Probably. This guy is going to...)

Gaius looked at Dulm's serious eyes and was so convinced.

But Darm then told Gaius something even more astonishing.

"That said, this is not what I said, but what Bishop Lennon said..."