“I never thought I would see my dead wife there.”
The color drained from the Duke of Vermont’s face.
“What, what? Could it be that Madame Cronach went to Rowen?”
Valquiterre sent soldiers to the salon to raid it, but they couldn’t find a trace of the woman.
“To see the miracle of resurrection that was only mentioned in ancient books. I almost developed a new faith.”
The Duke of Vermont tried to gather fragmentary information.
“How much do you know?”
It could have been just a test to see him.
If he found out, he would tremble and spill every last speck of dust.
“That woman almost getting burned to death had nothing to do with me in the first place.”
The problems that arose after that were nothing special by the Duke of Vermont’s standards.
Some facts were so great that they could influence the course of events, and some things weren't. The problem was that Oberon's national law did not allow a couple's relationship, but it wasn't that serious that he had told the woman the truth. That was the case in the Duke of Vermont's internal standards, so he was confident.
'Here, the one who speaks first loses.'
If Claudel hadn't been talking nonsense, he wouldn't have been cowering in front of Evan like this.
Now, he had to hide his face and act like a half-crazy person, somehow trying to untie the ropes and escape.
Evan's good point was that he didn't care about fire, but when things got messed up, he was in a difficult situation.
'I wasn't handing over the military authority.'
There was a mistake in that statement.
The soldiers that Vermont had sent to the battlefield this time were all Sol Continent mercenaries.
The Sol Continent guys were so uncivilized that they only recognized those who fought and won.
He was the one who got all the money, but the guy who paid the money didn't even bother to look at him even though he bought him.
They just rush in with swords and the winner becomes the leader whether one side dies or surrenders. Incredibly, Evan had risen to the top on the Sol Continent, where he had hoped to hear news of his death after living a rough life.
He didn't want to imagine how much blood had been spilled on his sword during that process.
Evan was going out in the name of Vermont, so he told him to make sure the mercenary group followed his orders, but Evan was a total idiot.
'They only listen to me.'
'Then what do you want me to do?'
'I'm Vermont anyway, so what's the problem? I'd rather hand over the military authority and have my brother retreat to a safe place.'
Evan had already destroyed Rowen Castle.
He had secured Claudel and Julien's safety, and he had come to the capital with good news that the conquest of Rowen Castle was half-successful and a matter of time, but it was all a lie.
The Duke of Vermont was being fooled for the first time in his life.
Furthermore, since he had done so when asked to hand over the military authority, it was like being dragged away somewhere in the middle of a battlefield with no one to help him.
'I have to live.'
On the battlefield, it didn't matter who died.
Nevertheless, there must have been a reason to tie him up tightly and keep him alive instead of killing him and shoving him under a pile of corpses.
Then one day, he heard a voice that caught his ear.
"I heard it clearly. He said Irena ol Vermont while holding a sword to King Valquiterre's neck?"
"If that conspicuous Vermont lady was running around here, there must have been a lot of people who saw the red-haired woman. Make sense."
His heart pounded.
'Irena. Irena came here?'
Was she with the anti-royal faction? She played a role in capturing Valquiterre.
The Duke of Vermont was barely able to breathe.
That’s why he let his guard down that day.
“Why didn’t you ask me more about what happened in Rowen?”
The Duke of Vermont unconsciously reacted to Evan’s words.
“You wouldn’t even answer me if I asked you.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
Evan nodded.
“I think we’re starting to understand each other now. No matter what I said, you kept your mouth shut.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Why did you say I was dead when my wife came to Valmonde?”
At that time, the Duke of Vermont had no idea that their relationship would become so complicated.
“It wouldn’t have mattered if you had just let her take Claudel away.”
No. It did matter.
In fact, it was because of Claudel.
‘What would someone like you, who has no interest in the succession, know?’
It was hard to have a pure-blooded Vermont, so it made no sense to send away Claudel, who had rolled in.
If Claudel had been an ordinary child with brown hair and brown eyes, there would have been no need to register her in the family register.
Who can guarantee the fate of a person? Who could promise that the family would prosper for a long time without any trouble for him or Irena?
Especially when the son-in-law he had chosen for years would go to war and return dead in a month.
Claudel was Irena’s reserve.
If Irena had a son-in-law and got pregnant, but was unable to give birth to the child, he would have locked Claudel up and made her give birth. There were many noble families, but not all of them were respected.
Vermont had maintained its family’s reputation especially, and it would continue to do so in the future.
“What do you know about family affairs to say that?”
“Yes. I don’t know. I don’t understand because I don’t know.”
Evan pressed him like he was determined.
“You told my wife that I was dead. You told my daughter that her parents were dead.”
He said with cold eyes.
“And when she got a fatal disease, you sent her to Temnes, which was basically an execution ground.”
Evan’s golden eyes flashed dangerously.
“When I found out, I was going to challenge you to a duel right away.”
“What?”
Duke Vermont jumped up while tied up.
If he fought that guy who had reached the top of the Sol Continent, he would lose.
“But I decided not to. I finally got back everything I thought I had lost.”
Duke Vermont let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.
“Good idea. Yes. Since Madame Cronach and Claudel both met happily, I guess you’ll go and live happily together.”
“But I can’t just ignore the humiliation my family suffered.”
Evan chuckled.
“I’m going to watch my brother’s end with my own eyes.”
The Duke of Vermont felt swayed back and forth every time Evan spoke.
He was born as the successor of the great Vermont and lived his whole life enjoying only the best, so he was even more resentful of this situation where he felt helpless.
'Let's see. What will happen when we return to the capital.'
If Irena takes over his affairs and releases him, Evan, that bastard!
However, Irena, who met him in the capital, was something the Duke of Vermont had never seen before.
Her body, which was usually wrapped in a rich dress, was wearing loose trousers, a shirt, and a jacket that men would wear. Her red hair, which swung adorably, seemed to have been roughly combed and tied up, rather than being dressed up like a noblewoman.
"Hey, Irena. What's that?"
The Duke of Vermont stammered in shock, forgetting to even ask her to release him.
"Father. You were a good man to me."
"Oh. That, that's right. That's right."
They had a pretty good father-daughter relationship. Didn’t he always boast about Irena, calling her a masterpiece born of God?
“Let’s talk after we resolve this first.”
However, Irena also seemed unwilling to resolve him, making the Duke of Vermont anxious.
“I have to be sold and married to a man chosen by my father. But I don’t want to live like that.”
Evan was going out in the name of Vermont, so he told him to make sure the mercenary group followed his orders, but Evan was a total idiot.
'They only listen to me.'
'Then what do you want me to do?'
'I'm Vermont anyway, so what's the problem? I'd rather hand over the military authority and have my brother retreat to a safe place.'
Evan had already destroyed Rowen Castle.
He had secured Claudel and Julien's safety, and he had come to the capital with good news that the conquest of Rowen Castle was half-successful and a matter of time, but it was all a lie.
The Duke of Vermont was being fooled for the first time in his life.
Furthermore, since he had done so when asked to hand over the military authority, it was like being dragged away somewhere in the middle of a battlefield with no one to help him.
'I have to live.'
On the battlefield, it didn't matter who died.
Nevertheless, there must have been a reason to tie him up tightly and keep him alive instead of killing him and shoving him under a pile of corpses.
Then one day, he heard a voice that caught his ear.
"I heard it clearly. He said Irena ol Vermont while holding a sword to King Valquiterre's neck?"
"If that conspicuous Vermont lady was running around here, there must have been a lot of people who saw the red-haired woman. Make sense."
His heart pounded.
'Irena. Irena came here?'
Was she with the anti-royal faction? She played a role in capturing Valquiterre.
The Duke of Vermont was barely able to breathe.
That’s why he let his guard down that day.
“Why didn’t you ask me more about what happened in Rowen?”
The Duke of Vermont unconsciously reacted to Evan’s words.
“You wouldn’t even answer me if I asked you.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
Evan nodded.
“I think we’re starting to understand each other now. No matter what I said, you kept your mouth shut.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Why did you say I was dead when my wife came to Valmonde?”
At that time, the Duke of Vermont had no idea that their relationship would become so complicated.
“It wouldn’t have mattered if you had just let her take Claudel away.”
No. It did matter.
In fact, it was because of Claudel.
‘What would someone like you, who has no interest in the succession, know?’
It was hard to have a pure-blooded Vermont, so it made no sense to send away Claudel, who had rolled in.
If Claudel had been an ordinary child with brown hair and brown eyes, there would have been no need to register her in the family register.
Who can guarantee the fate of a person? Who could promise that the family would prosper for a long time without any trouble for him or Irena?
Especially when the son-in-law he had chosen for years would go to war and return dead in a month.
Claudel was Irena’s reserve.
If Irena had a son-in-law and got pregnant, but was unable to give birth to the child, he would have locked Claudel up and made her give birth. There were many noble families, but not all of them were respected.
Vermont had maintained its family’s reputation especially, and it would continue to do so in the future.
“What do you know about family affairs to say that?”
“Yes. I don’t know. I don’t understand because I don’t know.”
Evan pressed him like he was determined.
“You told my wife that I was dead. You told my daughter that her parents were dead.”
He said with cold eyes.
“And when she got a fatal disease, you sent her to Temnes, which was basically an execution ground.”
Evan’s golden eyes flashed dangerously.
“When I found out, I was going to challenge you to a duel right away.”
“What?”
Duke Vermont jumped up while tied up.
If he fought that guy who had reached the top of the Sol Continent, he would lose.
“But I decided not to. I finally got back everything I thought I had lost.”
Duke Vermont let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.
“Good idea. Yes. Since Madame Cronach and Claudel both met happily, I guess you’ll go and live happily together.”
“But I can’t just ignore the humiliation my family suffered.”
Evan chuckled.
“I’m going to watch my brother’s end with my own eyes.”
The Duke of Vermont felt swayed back and forth every time Evan spoke.
He was born as the successor of the great Vermont and lived his whole life enjoying only the best, so he was even more resentful of this situation where he felt helpless.
'Let's see. What will happen when we return to the capital.'
If Irena takes over his affairs and releases him, Evan, that bastard!
However, Irena, who met him in the capital, was something the Duke of Vermont had never seen before.
Her body, which was usually wrapped in a rich dress, was wearing loose trousers, a shirt, and a jacket that men would wear. Her red hair, which swung adorably, seemed to have been roughly combed and tied up, rather than being dressed up like a noblewoman.
"Hey, Irena. What's that?"
The Duke of Vermont stammered in shock, forgetting to even ask her to release him.
"Father. You were a good man to me."
"Oh. That, that's right. That's right."
They had a pretty good father-daughter relationship. Didn’t he always boast about Irena, calling her a masterpiece born of God?
“Let’s talk after we resolve this first.”
However, Irena also seemed unwilling to resolve him, making the Duke of Vermont anxious.
“I have to be sold and married to a man chosen by my father. But I don’t want to live like that.”
An inexplicable elegance flowed from her confident attitude.
The Duke of Vermont felt goosebumps for some reason.
“I don’t want my beloved Valmonde to be taken away by my nephew.”
“Oh, I see. Hehe. You shouldn’t have told me properly that you have such feelings.”
“I told you, but you didn’t listen because Claudel gave birth to a pure-blooded Vermont boy.”
“...”
“From now on, the Duke of Vermont is me.”
“What!”
He jumped up.
“From now on, I’m going to decide my own path in life.”
“Hey. Let’s have a proper talk.”
“Why should I do that? I’m doing what my father taught me. It’s always been like this.”
A cold northern King who does not listen to others, believes his own thoughts are right, and does not change his decisions no matter how much he pleads and entreats.
In the end, the Duke of Vermont was helplessly dragged to one of the capital mansions by Irena.
“You guys! Let go! Do you know who I am!”
He struggled, but it was no use.
The noblewoman sitting on the sofa in the room greeted him as she watched him bewildered.
“You get used to being in prison.”
The Duke of Vermont was dumbfounded when he saw his wife, who had gone to the capital to get a divorce, locked up.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A drop of water could be heard from somewhere.
“The tower had many flaws.”
Valquiterre was locked in the tower.
Like a prisoner, his arms were handcuffed and he was half-hanging against the wall. He would be very grateful if someone could just untie him and let him sit or lie down.
Several days had passed since he was brought to the palace, and he was very anxious because he had not seen anyone.
“What on earth happened? The palace wouldn’t fall so easily.”
The Duke of Vermont felt goosebumps for some reason.
“I don’t want my beloved Valmonde to be taken away by my nephew.”
“Oh, I see. Hehe. You shouldn’t have told me properly that you have such feelings.”
“I told you, but you didn’t listen because Claudel gave birth to a pure-blooded Vermont boy.”
“...”
“From now on, the Duke of Vermont is me.”
“What!”
He jumped up.
“From now on, I’m going to decide my own path in life.”
“Hey. Let’s have a proper talk.”
“Why should I do that? I’m doing what my father taught me. It’s always been like this.”
A cold northern King who does not listen to others, believes his own thoughts are right, and does not change his decisions no matter how much he pleads and entreats.
In the end, the Duke of Vermont was helplessly dragged to one of the capital mansions by Irena.
“You guys! Let go! Do you know who I am!”
He struggled, but it was no use.
The noblewoman sitting on the sofa in the room greeted him as she watched him bewildered.
“You get used to being in prison.”
The Duke of Vermont was dumbfounded when he saw his wife, who had gone to the capital to get a divorce, locked up.
***
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A drop of water could be heard from somewhere.
“The tower had many flaws.”
Valquiterre was locked in the tower.
Like a prisoner, his arms were handcuffed and he was half-hanging against the wall. He would be very grateful if someone could just untie him and let him sit or lie down.
Several days had passed since he was brought to the palace, and he was very anxious because he had not seen anyone.
“What on earth happened? The palace wouldn’t fall so easily.”
Just when his doubts reached their peak.
Clang. Creak.
The prison door opened and Bianque came inside.
“What happened?”
Valquiterre asked urgently.
“Untie this right now.”
“No. I can’t do that.”
Bianque smiled.
“I’m the Queen now.”
“...What?”
“There’s only one way for you to get out of here.”
What on earth did he hear? Bianque became Queen?
When Valquiterre was confused, a small white hand touched his cheek.
When he came to his senses, he saw the same wall as in a mirror.
“Marry me, brother.”
Clang. Creak.
The prison door opened and Bianque came inside.
“What happened?”
Valquiterre asked urgently.
“Untie this right now.”
“No. I can’t do that.”
Bianque smiled.
“I’m the Queen now.”
“...What?”
“There’s only one way for you to get out of here.”
What on earth did he hear? Bianque became Queen?
When Valquiterre was confused, a small white hand touched his cheek.
When he came to his senses, he saw the same wall as in a mirror.
“Marry me, brother.”
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