New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World
Chapter 45: ANOTHER PROPOSAL

Chapter 45: ANOTHER PROPOSAL

"I’ve finished!" Alaric turned to his mother and sister, holding up his note book.

"You have? Let me see." Catherine beckoned gently, moving from her sitting position beside her children to lie beside them.

"Oh, this is wonderful, Allie. You are making good progress," Catherine praised truthfully while patting his head proudly.

Aristia also nodded, smiling at Alaric. "Good job, Al. You’re learning quickly," she returned to completing her history assignment.

"But what will I do now that I have completed my work, Tia?" Alaric asked his unofficial lesson tutor.

"Hmm... You could draw on the work sheet. Just do whatever you want." She waved her hand and pointed at an empty sheet of paper on the bed.

"Ah..." Alaric seemed to like the idea. He picked up the sheet of paper and his pencil and began to draw.

Five minutes later, and Aristia had completed her assignment. She stretched her hands, hearing a little satisfying crack after stretching her stiff fingers.

Turning to Alaric, she asked, "What are you drawing, Al?" as she stretched her neck to take a look at the sheet of paper.

Before Alaric could reply, a knock sounded on the door to her room and they all looked up to see the person on the other side, after Catherine had granted permission to enter the room.

"Your Highness, the food has been prepared. Please, come down for dinner." Melanie bowed. The lady watched the mother and her children on the bed for a quick second before returning her gaze to Catherine.

"Alright, we will be right there," Catherine dismissed her, turning back to Alaric.

"Well, this is me, you, Mama and Papa." Alaric exclaimed and Aristia chuckled.

Even Catherine was stifling a laugh as she stared at the stick figures that represented their family.

"My, this is beautiful, Allie. Your father should be back any moment now. We can show this to your father when he returns. I’m very sure he will appreciate it. Now, let’s go, you both are probably hungry." Catherine suggested.

As if on cue, the sound of horses’ hooves making contact with the ground was heard, signaling the arrival of someone in the mansion.

"Papa is back," Catherine said with a small smile, holding her hands out for her children as they joined her in going to welcome their father.

"Madam, the master has returned." They met the Butler on their way out.

Catherine nodded in response, continuing on her way outside with her children and the butler following, watching the carriage come to a stop in front of them.

"Welcome back, Will."

"Welcome back, Papa."

"Welcome, Papa."

Three voices rang out simultaneously.

"Just in time for dinner." Catherine laughed, returning the words he had told her before.

Wilson walked over with a smile and kissed his wife on the cheeks.

"Ahem! Will." Catherine cleared her throat and called sternly, her eyes darting to their children who were watching them with eyes open wide.

Wilson chuckled, releasing her to pick up his children, carrying them in his large, wide arms.

Alaric giggled as soon as he wasn’t on the ground. Aristia wanted to protest, but remembering her promise to Wilson and herself, she held back her words.

[It’s definitely not because his arms feel very comfortable.] Aristia denied.

"Papa, look what I drew." Alaric said excitedly, holding up his sheet of paper as his father carried him inside.

"Oh? What is this?" Wilson only made a sound as he stared at the drawing, but when he caught his wife’s gaze, he cleared his throat. "Ahem. Why, this is beautiful. Did you also write this?" He was referring to the words above each of the stick figure drawings that indicated which character it represented.

"Yes, I did." Alaric nodded proudly.

"That is very good, my son." Wilson replied.

By this time, they had arrived at the dinner table. Aristia wiggled, wanting to be placed down on the ground, and Wilson obliged, letting her down carefully. They all took their seats at the table.

The meal began almost immediately, as the family engaged in occasional conversation.

After dinner, they left the dining room and retired to their bedrooms.

While Aristia and her mother were enjoying their time together and spending time together shopping, she also didn’t forget to ask her father about the materials needed and their prices.

She had checked the information and found out that her allowance money was not enough to build the type of infrastructure she had in mind.

She also needed money to hire construction workers and provide the essential ingredients for the restaurant after the building’s construction, which was why after some thought, she decided to talk to her parents, so she was currently headed to their room at night, yet again.

*Knock* *Knock*

She knocked on the door and pushed it open when she received a response.

"Hello, Mama. Hello, Papa." She greeted.

"Hello, Tia." Her mother smiled.

"I suppose you are here to discuss something about your business?" Wilson asked rhetorically, his eyes twinkling with a smile when he caught the surprise and then embarrassment that flitted across her eyes.

[Ouch! But, he’s right. The last time I was here was for business and I haven’t been here since.] She blushed in embarrassment. What made it worse was that she couldn’t refute his words since it really was the reason why she was here.

"You’re embarrassing her, Will." Catherine held Wilson’s hand, but there was a smile threatening to spill from her lips.

"Ahem." Aristia cleared her throat to change the topic. "I figured out that my money is not enough to build the type of infrastructure that I have in mind for the restaurant."

"What type of infrastructure do you have in mind?" Wilson asked curiously.

She was a child, what type of design could she come up with?

"Here it is," Aristia unfolded a neatly folded drawing and handed it to Wilson. Wilson held it open for Catherine to see.

Shock clouded their features as they roamed through the very nearly detailed drawing.

"Tia, you... designed this?" Wilson asked in utter shock.

He was aware that she had designed the clothes she used for her training with the captain, but this... this came as a very big shock to him.

"I did? Most of the materials are listed down below." Aristia answered, drawing his attention away from the design.

She wasn’t exactly the one who designed it. That was the design layout for her restaurant back in her world. She had a very good memory so she could still remember the design she had chosen back then.

"But many of these materials are not available in the kingdom." Wilson noted his discovery.

"Yes, I am aware of that. But Osric Caravans have the materials I need. I plan to purchase the materials from them." Aristia exposed.

Yes, she had done her homework and she found out after a little research that Osric Caravans did not sell jewels alone. They also sold a lot of rare materials.

She also found out that those materials, although rare, were not particularly used by the aristocracy.

"These materials cost quite a lot of money." Wilson voiced out. He wanted to see how she would counter that since she had asked that they refrain from helping her.

[Yes. Another reason the materials are not commonly used.]

"Yes. That is why I have a proposal to make." She stated calmly.

"Another proposal?"