Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor

Burgos’s carriages lined up in a row, waiting for the departure signal.

With the cargo compartments now empty of tribute gifts, the horses pawed the ground contentedly. They’d noticed they could run much lighter now. The coachmen oiled their whips while clicking their tongues.

“Ah, came all this way with hard work just to end up empty-handed.”

“Right. Wonder if it’s the same for other countries.”

What comes must go – it’s natural law. They’d brought numerous jewels as tribute gifts for the appointment ceremony, but all they got in return was food for the journey.

The porters also grumbled while shaking out their empty hands.

“I hear they received duty-free items in return.”

“Really? What duty-free? Do we get any benefits?”

“Well, I don’t know about that, but anyway, only the higher-ups enjoyed themselves. While we did all the hard work. Ahem.”