My first encounter with the financial steward of the Olbia barony was quite the spectacle.

As soon as he saw me, he clapped his hands over his mouth and staggered back.
“L-Lord Fabio de Medici?” he exclaimed.

I had to stifle a sigh. I’m not Medici, I’m Rothschild. Perhaps the recent update to my family name hadn’t yet reached everyone. It had only been a week, after all. For a vassal, mistaking a noble’s name could be a death sentence depending on the situation.

Still, I’m a generous man. I’d let it slide this time.

“It’s true that I …