My Attack Stat V6 Chap 162 - The Devils Fruit

Side Story - A Moment with Dengel Berle

“These greenhorns… so sloppy in execution, so brash in judgment.” Dengel muttered as he brought up one finger to push back his glasses.

In his notebook, several scribbles of tasks that required a nice coat of paint to make them presentable loomed in front of him. Dressed in a sharp uniform, Dengel Berle was the epitome of a studious person, and he was in charge of the fastest growing trading company in the kingdom.

Of course, that position had been dumped upon him by the young lord of this region, Marchioness Faulkner, who was too busy managing the region to bother with a ‘simple’ trading company.

“Excuses, I say. If you’re going to be that careless, then just hand me the stamp, for Goddess’s sake.”

Dengel looked upon the stacks of paper, official trading company requests with the Lord’s approval, in slight disgust. He had slipped in a few ludicrous offers to see if she was paying attention to her duties; she had approved almost half of them. Quickly, he pulled them out and crumpled the papers before tossing them into the waste.

Furthermore, a few strange sheets penned by a hasty hand were glaring at him, obvious as to who was responsible. While they were true requests for trading partnerships and business opportunities, he couldn’t help but shiver at the terrible handwriting. It looked like someone had tried to scribble while wrestling chickens to the ground.

“How can one be so proficient and accurate with a knife, but be physically unable to curl their letters properly?!”

Dengel shook his head as his younger sister could do a much finer job in his stead. But the man was currently the Chancellor. Even if his writing set off the cringe of every nobleman this side of the kingdom, he was still the man that Queen Katalina chose. Claude Evers – an otherworld servant who crawled his way into the right-hand position of the Kingdom. How fate truly was a funny thing.

Dengel had shot for a comfortable position as a Duke’s secretary, thinking that he would be set for life. Even after he had given that all away for a more humble but honest practice, it didn’t take long for him to be right back in the middle of craziness.

Fortunately, it was a good kind of craziness. One caused by breakneck progress and demand, rather than moral and social ambiguities. Frankly, he couldn’t be happier where he stood, especially when taking into account Alice and his family. They lived a lavish lifestyle no different than that of true nobility, one that held power and wealth. And with such good connections, he found nearly everything within his grasp. There were even talks of daughters of nobility vying for his hand.

‘Good associates are hard to come by.’ He lightly smirked before a frown replaced it once again.

“But seriously, that doesn’t mean that I can forgive such travesties in etiquette and style!”

It seemed like Dengel’s annoyances would only continue to linger. A price he could stomach as he had finally found his place in the world.