Being a boss is the goal of a lifetime. We are here to provide work for others and inspire them to be better, because, after all, we're like patterns in the world of tailoring, which also means model, right?

A new peaceful day begins in the city of Lyubeck. The forges are working at full capacity; armors, helmets, and swords emerge from the furnaces to be sent to the stores. As for the family, I was already aware of my duty. My cousin Flynn, who was too foolish to find a wife, It was therefore up to me to give us an heir.

So, here I am, wandering around the city to bring my husband back to the manor so he can give me a child. Ha! If grandpa were here, he would have said I acted like a real man. That's how we Linderbergs are.

While I was enjoying the bliss of marriage, grandpa took the opportunity to resume his little business and prepare the ground for my future political career. To begin with, he decided to send spies to the market square; that's where all the gossip happens.

And yet, while he was placing his little spies, without harming anyone, he suddenly found himself summoned to court for no valid reason.

Baronet Alphonse Knight accused us before the Essen court. But it's a disgrace! Grandpa had never done anything wrong. In Essen. In Lyubeck, that's debatable, but in Essen? Never.

So, to start, we gathered information on the participants in this trial, and what a surprise to discover we had a rival family! Knowing that we had never done anything to them. Well, no matter. In politics, when someone accuses you of being rotten, you just have to prove that the other side is even more rotten than you.

So, we began following this whole bunch, especially the one accusing us. As for the others, the magistrates, the lawyers, the city mayor, well, let's just say we'll contribute to making their lives better.

Grandpa used to say he wasn't doing it for himself. Well, yes, he did it for himself, that's true, but not just for himself; he did it for his family and for Edward Junior too. Yes, that's the name I gave my son. He was a handsome and strong boy, and it was decided he would take over the forge when I became queen of this city.

In the meantime, now that I had given birth to an heir, no time to waste. So I decided to run again for a landowner position.

Well, the election wouldn't take place until the end of winter, so that gave us time to prepare. But it was also that winter that something unacceptable happened: Grandpa got arrested again, due to a judicial error, no less.

How dare they lay a hand on him, those who crawl in their filth and wretched poverty? General recall of the troops: all men received clear and precise orders. If Grandpa got imprisoned again, the prison would be razed. Who do you take us for? Peasants? Grandpa wasn't just anybody; he was rich.

On the orders of Isabelle Tricorno, my grandfather was detained in prison for eight hours, even though he had done nothing. And the worst part is, it had nothing to do with the ongoing trial. Of all the murders grandpa committed, he got arrested for a judicial error! That's a good one. It shouldn't be like this: when you successfully commit a crime, you shouldn't go to jail.

Blood was spilled that day, I tell you. Isabelle Tricorno left the Lyubeck church that afternoon. Barely a few seconds after she stepped away, our guards pounced on her. She died like a dog, in the same place as those who dared insult me.

The brawl turned into a free-for-all when the city guards got involved, but our men were better equipped than them. They had everything: weapons, armor. Why do you think Grandpa became a blacksmith instead of a baker, huh? It's easier to convince people with a sword than with a chocolate croissant.

The dog was finished off by our guard captain. This time, the message was clear. Sure, Grandpa didn't have much time left, but your time will be short if you mess with him.

With all these ongoing affairs, Grandpa didn't even have time to run for the elections, so I had to sit this one out.

This mistake will not happen again. Grandpa applied the same strategy that got his wife elected by having the whole family run for the same seat. Meanwhile, it gave him time to focus on his guild.

It's true I haven't mentioned it much lately, but that's because he had finally found a good pace. He had simply delegated the reins to subcontractors who ran the business for him.

As for the forge and the weaving workshop, he contented himself with mass production by day and stocking up and selling everything at night. Obviously, with this strategy, profits are slow, but that's because of those greedy employees who only care about one thing: money. "Where's the money? Where's my money? It's been two months since I got paid." And what about the passion? Huh? And then they say it's the bosses who are always thinking about money.

Fortunately, Grandpa had done well to send me to study, and I proved to him that I could manage the situation. At just 26, I was already able to reduce employee wages across the entire chain by 7%. You know, times are tough, and sacrifices must be made, you see.

Everything was going well, and then that day came. That day, Grandpa fell asleep at four in the morning and never woke up again. Ninety years spent on this earth building his financial empire and aiming for power.

My reign has finally begun. I am Castille Linderberg, and you will crawl at my feet. Look at all the lawsuits Grandpa had on his back: extortion, armed robbery of civilians, destruction of public property, corruption, triple murder, and he died on the day of his trial. That's just like Grandpa, even in death, he pisses them off. Classic Grandpa.

The king is dead, but he left behind a large family, starting with Edward Junior, his future heir, who, by the way, is immediately sent to study at the most expensive school in the city. I take the opportunity to bring Champlain, my husband, into the family's inner circle. Why? Because he's a thief and a criminal. That's the kind of man I need with me to do politics.

However, I have an unexpected problem that fell on me. Grandpa hired his employees when he opened his business, but now they are all old too, and they're starting to drop dead one by one. My advisors suggest retirement. Hmm, retirement? What are you talking about? It's horribly cruel to let someone like that, get bored before they die.

So I send my husband Champlain right away to run for mayor. There are now four candidates: the one running to keep his post, Jacques Lancaster, and three Linderbergs. The problem is that the only person who can vote for the position I covet is the city's sovereign, Georges Tricorno.

Tricorno, Tricorno, that name rings a bell. Oh yes! Grandpa had his daughter assassinated in an alley. Do you think he'll vote for me? Sure, it complicates my affairs a bit, but I have a few ideas. Meanwhile, to start with, I take the opportunity to rearm my guards. Quite a few new recruits, and they need good equipment: plenty of weapons and armor will do the trick.

The second is to tail my main rival, and finally, my last strategy, the most diabolical. I ask my husband to equip himself with a stealth cloak that we manufacture in our tailoring workshops, as well as armor, duelist gloves, and while he's at it, to also buy some poison from the town merchant.

Since our good sovereign won't decide to vote for me, I've decided to ease his heavy burden by sending him to reunite with his daughter. Hey, I like bringing families together.

Champlain begins to put on his invisibility cloak and stealthily approaches the sovereign, near the tavern just a few steps from the church, to stab him in the back. A quick attack, but unfortunately not powerful enough, and the guards fall on him. Fortunately, he had smoke bombs with him that allowed him to escape.

The king runs to the royal palace, but the poison will finish him off if he doesn't get treated quickly.

Unfortunately, the hospital might catch fire in a little while. And then, fate had it that another of my direct competitors would have to rush home to deal with an issue. Luckily, on the way, he'll be attacked by three of my men.

Don't worry, I'm not a murderer. I even left guards to watch over his body lying on the ground so that the poor man wouldn't get robbed. But too bad he couldn't recover in time to attend the council meeting.

The city's sovereign was thus forced to vote for me, the only candidate left in the running for the position, despite the fact that my husband had just stabbed him with a poisoned dagger an hour earlier, which will slowly lead to his demise and prevent him from opposing my family's nomination next time around.

Ohohohoh, I'd love to celebrate all this with a drink, but I'm no longer thirsty after drinking their tears.