I Will Live for Your Death (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 47

Claudius flipped through the documents Viscount Diobe had brought, his expression indifferent.

“It’s a foundation established in cooperation with like-minded nobles last time. In honor of His Imperial Majesty the Emperor’s boundless glory and the Empire’s prosperity, we named it ‘Gloria.’”

What do you think? The viscount anxiously watched the Emperor’s face from every angle, awaiting judgment on his completed task.

Ever since Celina ascended to the position of Empress Consort, nobles who had secured their own foothold began approaching Viscount Diobe one after another like candies strung on a string.

After offering their congratulations, they waited a while before finally revealing their true intention: they wished to appoint him as the overall director of their newly founded foundation.

Thus, the ‘Gloria Foundation,’ backed by both the Imperial Court and the nobility, came into being. The Emperor’s signature on the documents flowed as smoothly as running water.

“We plan to build welfare facilities for the poor. We’ll start with orphanages and nursing homes, and also keep support for artists in mind.”

Viscount Diobe moistened his lips and quickly added more.

Outwardly, it sounded reasonable. Under the pretense of aiding the poor, even newly wealthy entrepreneurs interested in philanthropy would open their wallets without hesitation.

But the viscount and his fellow nobles had ulterior motives. They intended to siphon off portions of the foundation’s allocated budget discreetly.

The Emperor would likely pretend not to notice, even if he knew. After all, weren’t the nobles the very force that upheld the throne? Viscount Diobe barely suppressed a smile as he imagined his swiftly growing fortune.

Moreover, this so-called “welfare foundation” was perfectly suited to quell the negative rumors circulating among the common folk about Celina. It would also be an excellent tool to erase her unfavorable image by showcasing their well-packaged second daughter.

‘Right. The Empress wouldn’t hold charity bazaars for no reason.’

The masses tended to believe whatever image was presented on the surface—and were thus easy to manipulate. Did anyone truly expect the Empress to act solely out of pure goodwill?

With the full backing of the Imperial Court, Viscount Diobe felt as if he might take flight at any moment. Brimming with satisfaction, he stepped out of the office, only to find the ever-dark mercenary captain still waiting in the exact same posture.

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