I Became A Black Merchant In Another World

“That’s a bit of a harsh joke, Duke of Saxony.”

“It’s no joke. But such things are not important.”

Real cowards never go around saying they’re scared.

Think about it—Albion is a continent where the romance of knights is more respected than reason.

In such a world, if we only saw the shadows of our known enemies, would we be branded as cowards shaking like a power drill?

It’s the same as if I, as a military officer, was revealed to have a membership card in the North Korean Communist Party, getting the same level of social stigma.

So when the Duke calls himself a coward, this is what I understand it to mean:

‘Someone who is cautious enough to be labeled a coward by others.’

Like General Taegong, waiting for the right time, knowing when to gather all his wealth and soul to make an investment.

Don’t even try to deceive yourself.

It’s like saying a goalkeeper is there, but the ball doesn’t go in the goal.

“The famous Rothschild Baron, who’s been making a name for himself in the Toscana Empire, surely didn’t come here with nothing to do. What’s the business? Did you come with an imperial command or something?”

“Unfortunately, the Toscana Empire has yet to decide whether to side with the new faith or Deus faith.”

A smile appeared on the Duke of Saxony’s face.

The Toscana Empire won’t help you, the leader of the new faith, nor will it help the Deus faith faction led by the Holy Empire’s Emperor.

At least, he’s not worried that we might turn against him.