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MLHRGD 125

MLHRGD | Outsider (2)

#125. Outsider (2)

Duke Titova.

Now, he could not even lift his head before the ruler of the North, Grand Duke Volkov. But long ago, he had once ruled these lands as a great lord.

Though he was no longer a great lord, he still kept his ducal title only because House Volkov had shown mercy and respected his family’s old glory. Yet, Titova refused to acknowledge this.

If our ancestors had not willingly cooperated, House Volkov could never have ruled the North so easily.

Thinking this way, Titova only felt resentment.

His family held only the title of Duke, but they were never treated like the other true dukes of the Empire.

Even in the North, the Medvedev family outshone them, and Titova could not even secure the firm position of second-in-command. He endured quiet mockery.

For example, when Count Tula was dealt with years ago — a matter of great importance — the Titova family was completely excluded. He only learned of it after everything was already finished.

To be left out of decisions that shaped the North’s future… His anger had built up, year after year, until it finally exploded.

We’ve done so much for the North, but we were never rewarded properly. Now, at last, I must claim our rightful place.

That was why Duke Titova led the anti-Alexandra faction.

But after the meeting, when he returned to his estate, he did not hide his irritation.

“Fools, every last one of them.”

Those pathetic men had nothing but a faint trace of Volkov blood from long ago, yet they acted arrogant, beyond their worth. Titova despised having to ally with them, even briefly.

But to achieve his great goal, he had no choice.

To climb higher, one sometimes had to do what one disliked. Even if he dirtied his hands for a while, he had to use what he could.

That was why Duke Titova, who normally would not even breathe the same air as those of low status, had met them repeatedly.

“Let them in.”

It was late at night, but to carry out the plan revealed at the meeting, Titova summoned certain people.

“It is an honor to meet you, my lord.”

“Of course it is.”

Frowning with annoyance, Titova didn’t even tell the kneeling man before him to sit comfortably.

“Is the wheat procurement going well?”

“Yes. We’ve sent word to merchants in nearby lands and even those in the South. Using all of this year’s remaining funds, we’ve been buying up wheat.”

“Good. The demand for wheat will soon soar. Make sure no shortage is felt. Pull in all funds you can and be ready.”

The experiments and tests were already complete. The value of Kartoff would soon collapse, leading to a food crisis.

Kartoff will vanish, and naturally, the price of wheat will skyrocket.

Not only would he ruin Alexandra, he would also grow rich at the same time.

Even if he manipulated prices by releasing his hoarded wheat little by little, Alexandra would take the blame for spreading Kartoff.

If someone discovered the truth, middlemen traders stood in between. He could cut off the tail easily.

Thus, the sweet fruits of the plan would fall only into Titova’s hands, with no harm to himself.

But unlike Titova, who believed in his bright future, the merchant in front of him looked uneasy and stayed silent.

“Why no answer?”

“…As you ordered, I will spend all the funds and even take loans to buy wheat. But the risks are too high.”

The merchant continued carefully:

“Wheat is hard to store without rotting, and because of Kartoff, its value has already fallen. Demand keeps shrinking in the North. If this fails, I won’t just lose my fortune — all my workers and their families will starve. So perhaps…”

“Didn’t I already tell you? Just do as I say!”

Instead of reassuring the merchant, Titova lashed out in anger and drove him away.

“Pathetic fool, daring to talk back to me. Once this is over, I’ll dispose of him.”

Days later, the merchant reported completion of his task. Immediately, Titova ordered the plan to be put into motion.

His subordinates, already prepared, moved without delay.

According to the report, it would spread quickly. By tomorrow, he would see the results with his own eyes.

“Finally… tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the beginning of House Volkov’s fall.”

“Such a historic day — I should open my treasured wine.”

Happy with his imagination, Duke Titova closed his eyes.


The first to bring the news to Sasha was Nina.

Sasha, as usual, was buried in piles of paperwork when Nina spoke to her carefully.

“Um, Lady Sasha.”

“Hm? Ah, the tea must be cold. Here, please.”

“Oh! Yes, I’ll pour some fresh.”

Nina hurried to fill Sasha’s cup with pale yellow tea. The fragrant steam relaxed Sasha a little.

Nina kept glancing at her, clearly wanting to speak. Smiling faintly, Sasha set her cup down.

“Do you have something to say?”

“Yes, well…”

“You can speak freely.”

Encouraged, Nina clenched her fists and began cautiously.

“When I went home recently, I learned something surprising. I wondered if you already knew.”

“What is it?”

“My parents grow Kartoff themselves. They love it. Every meal, they eat it — they say it’s delicious and healthy.”

“Really? But eating the same thing every day must be tiring.”

“No! Thanks to the recipe book you gave out, they never get bored. They make new dishes every day. They’re so happy — all thanks to you.”

Nina’s eyes sparkled as she spoke passionately about how Sasha had changed their lives. Then she remembered.

“Oh, right! But the Kartoff… something strange happened. Some spots appeared. It doesn’t seem rotten, but it feels odd.”

Sasha’s eyes narrowed.

“Can I see it myself?”

“I thought you might ask, so I brought one. May I fetch it from my room?”

With Sasha’s permission, Nina ran off quickly.

“Finally.”

The moment I’ve been waiting for has come.

Sasha’s fingers brushed her teacup as she smiled quietly.

Soon Nina returned with a handkerchief-wrapped bundle.

Inside was a Kartoff — bruised, wounded, already rotting and foul-smelling.

“Oh no! This morning it wasn’t this bad. I’m sorry, Lady Sasha, to show you something so terrible!”

“It’s fine. This isn’t simple rot…”

Sasha began to explain, but then came a sudden knock at the door.

“My lady! An emergency!”

Ivan rushed in, still out of breath.

“There’s a problem with Kartoff!”

Sasha silently held up Nina’s sample.

“Is this what you mean?”

Ivan’s eyes widened.

“Yes, exactly!”

Embarrassed, he adjusted his glasses. Sasha examined the potato closely.

“This looks like an epidemic.”

“An epidemic? In plants?”

“Yes. Plants also get sick. Their diseases can spread like plagues.”

Ivan’s face stiffened.

“Miss Nina, do you know where this came from?”

Nina told him her home village.

Ivan’s voice trembled.

“This is bad. I’ve received reports from another, faraway region too. For it to spread so quickly across such distances… If we don’t act fast, disaster will strike.”

Kartoff had solved the North’s food shortage. It had become the staple in Volkov lands.

But if Kartoff failed now, the North could fall into its worst famine in history.

Ivan’s face turned pale. Even Nina, realizing the seriousness, looked close to tears.

“Then what do we do? If crops are sick… who can heal them?”

“We’ll need to find a botanist. But even then, a cure before harvest seems impossible…”

“Impossible? Oh no… My parents planted so much Kartoff this year!”

Nina’s voice trembled with panic. Ivan lowered his head grimly.

The office filled with heavy silence. But Sasha remained calm.

“Do not worry. I’ve already prepared for this.”

Her steady tone soothed the panic.

“Trust me, and wait.”

At once, Ivan felt his anxiety fade.

“Yes, my lady.”

Most Northerners respected Sasha. But Ivan, who had stayed at her side for years and witnessed her miracles firsthand, trusted her more deeply than anyone.

“Please, give me any orders. I’ll do whatever you command.”

His eyes shone with loyalty. Sasha wanted to live up to that trust.


“Just what went wrong?!”

Duke Titova cursed in frustration.

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시한부 남편이 이혼을 거부한다
Score 9.9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2021 Native Language: Korean

PLOT

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