Lovely blonde hair and blue eyes.
She appeared in a bright red dress that hurt his eyes and was adorned with gorgeous jewels. She was the Duke's mistress, Madam Magadha.
For a moment, the Duke's expression hardened.
Wasn't she the one who always greeted him with all kinds of cuteness when he came home?
But why does he look so desperate?
As he looked at her with puzzled eyes, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.
“Sir, are you already here from a charity organization? Are you here to pick up the things that bitch left behind?”
“Huh? A charity?”
“Oh, I guess that’s not it.”
The Duke sighed in relief at the government's question as if asking what that meant, and then quickly slapped the government's butt.
“But why are you running so fast? What if you fall and crack your delicate ankle?”
What's more, the way she twiddled her plump butt was truly vulgar.
Most employees would have been stamping their feet, not knowing where to look.
But the Duke's coachman just looked at the scene with an expressionless face.
It wasn't just a day or two that the Duke was harassing the government's body.
No wonder the government's response to follow is so vivid in his mind.
Surely, while saying with her mouth, 'Oh my, there are so many eyes watching me, why are you doing this?', she will instead push her butt even closer towards the Duke.
'Anyway, it's shallow.'
But what is this?
A scene completely different from what was expected unfolded.
“This guy, really! Now is not the time for this!”
Madame Magadha slapped away the Duke's hand that was rubbing her buttocks and snapped at him sharply.
'What's going on with that woman?'
What was curious was that the Duke was the same.
“Ma, Magada. Why are you acting so uncharacteristically today?”
“You’re doing something useless in this serious situation! My insides are burning like a fire!”
“You’re burning inside, why? What’s the matter?”
“You ask because you don’t know? Of course, it’s because of the Princess!”
“Are you talking about Shayne?”
“Yes, the Princess came back alive! And she became a Saintess! Ha, what kind of nonsense is this?”
She fanned her face with her hand, her face red from embarrassment, and glared at the Duke as she asked him.
“What are we going to do now? She's been pushed into the abandoned mine instead of our Melina, so how much will she be gnashing her teeth? She’ll be trying to get revenge somehow, but what are we going to do...”
Mrs. Magadha stamped her feet with a pale face.
But unlike her, who was at a loss for what to do because she was afraid of the aftermath, the Duke simply smiled.
“What did I say? You fell for that woman’s lie and you’re fidgeting like that?”
“Are she lying?”
“Yes, it’s all a blatant lie. Think about it. If she were a Saintess, how could we, who lived in the same house, not know? It’s all a lie the woman made up to survive.”
Huh, the Duke snorted and gently pinched the cheek of the government, which was covered in white powder, and shook it.
“What are you wearing this hair for? Is it just for decoration? Huh?”
It was a gesture full of affection towards the lovely government.
But that hand was rejected once again.
Slap!
“No, you...”
The Duke, whose hand had been shaken twice by the government he loved, looked dumbfounded.
But before he could argue, Madame Magadha blurted out even more embarrassing words.
“What kind of lie is that! It was even confirmed by the Pope!”
“What? The Pope acknowledged it? Shayne, that she was a Saintess?”
“Yes, the rumor is already spreading throughout the capital! Didn’t you hear it on your way here?”
Despite Lady Magadha's reprimand, the Duke was unable to say anything.
'Oh, that's ridiculous. How did that woman pass the Pope's inspection?'
He had been blinking with a blank expression on his face, but suddenly his expression hardened.
'Wait a minute, then what about my property...?'
He was going to file a lawsuit to cancel the donation because they did not receive the owner's consent, but this made things more complicated.
Shayne was the first Saintess to appear in 13 years, and it was obvious who the judge would side with.
He became anxious and shouted.
“Now is not the time to be doing this! Go in and get your stuff!”
“Wh, something? What is it all of a sudden?”
“Anything! Take anything that can be turned into money!”
“What is that... Why are you suddenly like this, ignoring me? You have to tell me why so I can understand what you mean.”
The Duke furrowed his brow.
Why do you keep holding me back and making me wait when time is of the essence?
“That bitch, Shayne, donated all her money!”
“Hey, a donation? How much?”
“Everything!”
"...Yes?"
“She took over everything, including the business in the mine and the house I live in!”
“Oh, that’s ridiculous. How could a Princess donate all her wealth? Without your permission?”
“Oh, the seal is on that girl!”
When the Duke shouted in frustration, Madame Magadha finally realized the reality and collapsed to the floor helplessly.
“Wow, this is ridiculous. How could this happen...”
“Stop lamenting and move quickly! You have to save every penny!”
The Duke roughly lifted her up and ran hurriedly into the house.
Magadha and Melina also followed him hurriedly.
“Butler! Where are you, Butler!”
“Welcome, Your Excellency.”
The butler, summoned by the Duke, came out to the front door.
But the behavior was a little strange.
His speech was as polite as ever, but his head was held high and he didn't look polite at all.
It was a behavior that was clearly different from usual, but the Duke, who was in a hurry, did not notice the difference.
“Gather all the valuables right now and move them to the carriage! I mean, everything that can be liquidated, including cash, jewelry, and artwork!”
The Duke shouted at him so loud that his face turned red.
But what is this?
The butler, who would normally have followed his instructions without hesitation, was now motionless.
And the same was true for the other servants standing behind the butler.
The Duke furrowed his brow, only then realizing something strange about their blankly standing there.
“What are you doing! Can’t you hear my instructions...”
“Your Excellency, we will cease all operations at the Duke’s House from this time on.”
As the Duke felt a strange sense of unease and raised his voice, the butler spoke in a calm voice.
It was the first time that he, a 3-generation butler of a family, had dared to interrupt his master.
“What did you just say, Butler? What are you going to stop?”
The Duke was very embarrassed, but compared to what the butler said next, the little pause was nothing.
“I told you, Your Excellency, that I would cease my work as a Butler.”
“Ha, so you’re saying you’re going on strike now?”
“No, I mean I’m leaving this dukedom.”
“What, what did you say?”
The Duke's mouth fell open.
“What are you talking about? Why are you suddenly quitting your job?”
“Because I don’t have the confidence to serve Your Excellency.”
The butler's tone was still calm.
“I do not have the confidence to serve as your master a man who is capricious, incompetent, and does not know how to value people.”
“Huh, what? Is that something you, a butler, can say to me, your master?”
“I am telling you the truth. Your Excellency, look back on the life you have lived. Have you truly been a master worthy of our respect?”
Drinking and gambling were part of his daily life, and he sometimes dabbled in hallucinogenic drugs.
After his wife died in a carriage accident, he immediately brought his mistress and her illegitimate child into the annex, and as if that wasn't enough, he even gave her the Duchess's room after the previous Duchess died.
That alone is enough to make the owner's respect hit rock bottom, but how ridiculous the person who orders them is.
It was common for the Duke to suddenly fire employees who had worked for him for years, depending on his mood, and many maids were forced to take care of acquaintances who had invited them to their homes and had been drinking with them at night.
When the maids, outraged at being treated like prostitutes, questioned him, he would often slap them in the face and insult them, saying, "Whether you're a maid or a prostitute, you're both the same, so why are you showing off your pride?"
Every time, it was Shayne who took care of the work and calmed the employees' minds.
“We have been patient and kept our place because Your Excellency was here, but now there is no reason for us to stay any longer. We will be leaving the Duke’s residence from this moment on.”
“Huh. After all these years of feeding and housing you, and even paying you generously, you still hit your master in the back of the head like this? Aren’t you the ones who don’t know gratitude?”
The Duke, who had been gnashing his teeth, raised one corner of his mouth in a wicked manner.
“Well, where would you go if you left this home? It wouldn’t be easy to find a job without a letter of recommendation, right?”
“Don’t worry about us. The fact that we have you as our master is proof of our abilities.”
“What, what did you say?”
“And anyway, Your Excellency, you can’t afford to hire us anymore, right?”
It was already a well-known fact that the Duke had become a beggar.
Even if he doesn't have the authority, he is still the head of the household.
However, the reason Shaynr was able to dispose of all her assets without his knowledge was because of the tacit approval of his servants.
“What an insolent bastard! The more I listen to you, the more I can’t say...!”
It was at that moment that the Duke, who was trembling at the fact that he was being ridiculed by the person who had treated him like a hand and foot all his life, suddenly shouted.
Bang!
The front door flew open and a swarm of knights barged in.
“What, what!”
The Duke was unable to hide his bewilderment at the unexpected turn of events when the knight who seemed to be the leader of the group stepped forward and thrust a piece of paper at him.
“By order of His Majesty the Emperor, I will conduct an investigation into the residence of the Duke of Veloce.”
She appeared in a bright red dress that hurt his eyes and was adorned with gorgeous jewels. She was the Duke's mistress, Madam Magadha.
For a moment, the Duke's expression hardened.
Wasn't she the one who always greeted him with all kinds of cuteness when he came home?
But why does he look so desperate?
As he looked at her with puzzled eyes, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.
“Sir, are you already here from a charity organization? Are you here to pick up the things that bitch left behind?”
“Huh? A charity?”
“Oh, I guess that’s not it.”
The Duke sighed in relief at the government's question as if asking what that meant, and then quickly slapped the government's butt.
“But why are you running so fast? What if you fall and crack your delicate ankle?”
What's more, the way she twiddled her plump butt was truly vulgar.
Most employees would have been stamping their feet, not knowing where to look.
But the Duke's coachman just looked at the scene with an expressionless face.
It wasn't just a day or two that the Duke was harassing the government's body.
No wonder the government's response to follow is so vivid in his mind.
Surely, while saying with her mouth, 'Oh my, there are so many eyes watching me, why are you doing this?', she will instead push her butt even closer towards the Duke.
'Anyway, it's shallow.'
But what is this?
A scene completely different from what was expected unfolded.
“This guy, really! Now is not the time for this!”
Madame Magadha slapped away the Duke's hand that was rubbing her buttocks and snapped at him sharply.
'What's going on with that woman?'
What was curious was that the Duke was the same.
“Ma, Magada. Why are you acting so uncharacteristically today?”
“You’re doing something useless in this serious situation! My insides are burning like a fire!”
“You’re burning inside, why? What’s the matter?”
“You ask because you don’t know? Of course, it’s because of the Princess!”
“Are you talking about Shayne?”
“Yes, the Princess came back alive! And she became a Saintess! Ha, what kind of nonsense is this?”
She fanned her face with her hand, her face red from embarrassment, and glared at the Duke as she asked him.
“What are we going to do now? She's been pushed into the abandoned mine instead of our Melina, so how much will she be gnashing her teeth? She’ll be trying to get revenge somehow, but what are we going to do...”
Mrs. Magadha stamped her feet with a pale face.
But unlike her, who was at a loss for what to do because she was afraid of the aftermath, the Duke simply smiled.
“What did I say? You fell for that woman’s lie and you’re fidgeting like that?”
“Are she lying?”
“Yes, it’s all a blatant lie. Think about it. If she were a Saintess, how could we, who lived in the same house, not know? It’s all a lie the woman made up to survive.”
Huh, the Duke snorted and gently pinched the cheek of the government, which was covered in white powder, and shook it.
“What are you wearing this hair for? Is it just for decoration? Huh?”
It was a gesture full of affection towards the lovely government.
But that hand was rejected once again.
Slap!
“No, you...”
The Duke, whose hand had been shaken twice by the government he loved, looked dumbfounded.
But before he could argue, Madame Magadha blurted out even more embarrassing words.
“What kind of lie is that! It was even confirmed by the Pope!”
“What? The Pope acknowledged it? Shayne, that she was a Saintess?”
“Yes, the rumor is already spreading throughout the capital! Didn’t you hear it on your way here?”
Despite Lady Magadha's reprimand, the Duke was unable to say anything.
'Oh, that's ridiculous. How did that woman pass the Pope's inspection?'
He had been blinking with a blank expression on his face, but suddenly his expression hardened.
'Wait a minute, then what about my property...?'
He was going to file a lawsuit to cancel the donation because they did not receive the owner's consent, but this made things more complicated.
Shayne was the first Saintess to appear in 13 years, and it was obvious who the judge would side with.
He became anxious and shouted.
“Now is not the time to be doing this! Go in and get your stuff!”
“Wh, something? What is it all of a sudden?”
“Anything! Take anything that can be turned into money!”
“What is that... Why are you suddenly like this, ignoring me? You have to tell me why so I can understand what you mean.”
The Duke furrowed his brow.
Why do you keep holding me back and making me wait when time is of the essence?
“That bitch, Shayne, donated all her money!”
“Hey, a donation? How much?”
“Everything!”
"...Yes?"
“She took over everything, including the business in the mine and the house I live in!”
“Oh, that’s ridiculous. How could a Princess donate all her wealth? Without your permission?”
“Oh, the seal is on that girl!”
When the Duke shouted in frustration, Madame Magadha finally realized the reality and collapsed to the floor helplessly.
“Wow, this is ridiculous. How could this happen...”
“Stop lamenting and move quickly! You have to save every penny!”
The Duke roughly lifted her up and ran hurriedly into the house.
Magadha and Melina also followed him hurriedly.
“Butler! Where are you, Butler!”
“Welcome, Your Excellency.”
The butler, summoned by the Duke, came out to the front door.
But the behavior was a little strange.
His speech was as polite as ever, but his head was held high and he didn't look polite at all.
It was a behavior that was clearly different from usual, but the Duke, who was in a hurry, did not notice the difference.
“Gather all the valuables right now and move them to the carriage! I mean, everything that can be liquidated, including cash, jewelry, and artwork!”
The Duke shouted at him so loud that his face turned red.
But what is this?
The butler, who would normally have followed his instructions without hesitation, was now motionless.
And the same was true for the other servants standing behind the butler.
The Duke furrowed his brow, only then realizing something strange about their blankly standing there.
“What are you doing! Can’t you hear my instructions...”
“Your Excellency, we will cease all operations at the Duke’s House from this time on.”
As the Duke felt a strange sense of unease and raised his voice, the butler spoke in a calm voice.
It was the first time that he, a 3-generation butler of a family, had dared to interrupt his master.
“What did you just say, Butler? What are you going to stop?”
The Duke was very embarrassed, but compared to what the butler said next, the little pause was nothing.
“I told you, Your Excellency, that I would cease my work as a Butler.”
“Ha, so you’re saying you’re going on strike now?”
“No, I mean I’m leaving this dukedom.”
“What, what did you say?”
The Duke's mouth fell open.
“What are you talking about? Why are you suddenly quitting your job?”
“Because I don’t have the confidence to serve Your Excellency.”
The butler's tone was still calm.
“I do not have the confidence to serve as your master a man who is capricious, incompetent, and does not know how to value people.”
“Huh, what? Is that something you, a butler, can say to me, your master?”
“I am telling you the truth. Your Excellency, look back on the life you have lived. Have you truly been a master worthy of our respect?”
Drinking and gambling were part of his daily life, and he sometimes dabbled in hallucinogenic drugs.
After his wife died in a carriage accident, he immediately brought his mistress and her illegitimate child into the annex, and as if that wasn't enough, he even gave her the Duchess's room after the previous Duchess died.
That alone is enough to make the owner's respect hit rock bottom, but how ridiculous the person who orders them is.
It was common for the Duke to suddenly fire employees who had worked for him for years, depending on his mood, and many maids were forced to take care of acquaintances who had invited them to their homes and had been drinking with them at night.
When the maids, outraged at being treated like prostitutes, questioned him, he would often slap them in the face and insult them, saying, "Whether you're a maid or a prostitute, you're both the same, so why are you showing off your pride?"
Every time, it was Shayne who took care of the work and calmed the employees' minds.
“We have been patient and kept our place because Your Excellency was here, but now there is no reason for us to stay any longer. We will be leaving the Duke’s residence from this moment on.”
“Huh. After all these years of feeding and housing you, and even paying you generously, you still hit your master in the back of the head like this? Aren’t you the ones who don’t know gratitude?”
The Duke, who had been gnashing his teeth, raised one corner of his mouth in a wicked manner.
“Well, where would you go if you left this home? It wouldn’t be easy to find a job without a letter of recommendation, right?”
“Don’t worry about us. The fact that we have you as our master is proof of our abilities.”
“What, what did you say?”
“And anyway, Your Excellency, you can’t afford to hire us anymore, right?”
It was already a well-known fact that the Duke had become a beggar.
Even if he doesn't have the authority, he is still the head of the household.
However, the reason Shaynr was able to dispose of all her assets without his knowledge was because of the tacit approval of his servants.
“What an insolent bastard! The more I listen to you, the more I can’t say...!”
It was at that moment that the Duke, who was trembling at the fact that he was being ridiculed by the person who had treated him like a hand and foot all his life, suddenly shouted.
Bang!
The front door flew open and a swarm of knights barged in.
“What, what!”
The Duke was unable to hide his bewilderment at the unexpected turn of events when the knight who seemed to be the leader of the group stepped forward and thrust a piece of paper at him.
“By order of His Majesty the Emperor, I will conduct an investigation into the residence of the Duke of Veloce.”
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