Killian received the documents from Pete with no change in expression despite his subordinates' reactions.
“Killian! Are you crazy?”
Knox, if possible, tried not to speak to his boss, Killian, in front of the rest of the organization.
But the impact of the word 'divorce' was just as great.
It was fortunate that Knox hadn't slapped the bastard just now.
“Ahem.”
Giovanni, by far, was the most rational of them all. He asked with an effortless calmness.
“You’re not really thinking of getting a divorce, are you?”
“Not yet.”
"Not yet?" "Not yet?" Suddenly overcome with dizziness, Giovanni fell, clutching the railing of his chair.
Have you forgotten all the hardships you went through to buy the title of Marquis just to marry Emily?
Of course, Kilian forgot about the hardships since Giovanni had taken on most of them.
Giovanni also wanted to punch the boss in the head for the first time.
Knox, who was frustrated by their conversation, roughly pulled down his tie.
“Did Madam say she wanted a divorce first?”
Chambers, who had been sitting quietly, had a gloomy expression on his face, perhaps thinking that the other side had a point.
“Surely the boss would have been so ungrateful as to have brought that up first?”
No matter how much he thinks about it, Madam asked for a divorce because she was afraid of the Mafia organization.
If it's going to be like this, then don't get attached to her.
Chambers already seemed to be missing his Madam.
“It’s really noisy.”
When Killian made a face, everyone flinched and shut their mouths.
“Pete, come to my room and let’s talk.”
"All right."
Pete followed Killian out of his seat, receiving everyone's glares.
As soon as the two entered the room, they locked the door to prevent other members of the organization from disturbing them.
As expected, Knox, who had followed right behind, started banging on the door and demanding to be let in, too.
Killian called Chambers in a low, loud voice.
“Chambers! Take him away now.”
"All right!"
There was a small commotion outside the door for a few minutes, but then it became quiet.
“At least it’s fortunate that Chambers hasn’t forgotten his duty.”
Killian nodded at Pete's words.
In this situation, it seemed like Chambers was the only one who could properly carry out Killian's orders.
“By the way, do I just sign this document and submit it to the court?”
“Yes, but it requires the royal family’s approval.”
While the divorce process was complicated, obtaining approval itself wasn't difficult. Imperial citizens could easily divorce if they so desired.
“But boss, did Alvin bring the documents?”
The important thing in divorce was the division of property.
“No, he knows I’m getting a divorce, and he’s not cooperating at all.”
“Hmm, then who else besides Alvin could compile an inventory of Starr’s assets?”
“There’s nothing in particular, so you try to convince Alvin.”
"Yes?"
Pete looked quite embarrassed.
"I, Boss... I'd rather face Knox than face him. I don't have the confidence to convince Alvin."
Alvin was the most formidable person Pete had ever met.
He would rather die than have his values violated.
Even Pete, who is so eloquent, was sometimes outdone by Alvin on certain topics.
When Pete expressed his insecurity, Killian, who had no countermeasures, threw the papers down in annoyance.
"Yes. You don't need a list of assets or anything. Just give Emily whatever she wants."
Then Pete looked at Killian with a more sorrowful expression.
“So when do you plan to tell Madam about the divorce?”
Killian hesitated at the question and spoke in a small voice.
“I just came back from John’s observation class.”
“...”
After a moment of silence, Pete asked again, his ear twitching.
“I think I misheard... When?”
“John’s observation class.”
He knew they were going to behead John. That actually made more sense.
“Why are you suddenly going? Did John give you permission?”
Killian sighed for the umpteenth time.
“That kid asked me to come.”
Pete, who had been racking his brain to figure out what was going on, nodded as if he understood.
“I see Madam going there too.”
Killian glanced at the calendar on his desk. That awkward day was fast approaching.
“Prepare well so that my divorce goes smoothly.”
“Hmm, yes.”
Pete answered in a disapproving tone.
Outside the door, Knox was shouting to be let in, asking when he would return.
“Be sure to lock the door before you leave. Don’t let Knox in.”
“It won’t be easy, but I understand.”
Pete glanced at the door again.
He just remembered the sharp stares people had given him just now.
'If I go out, I'll get beaten up soon.'
It was a good thing he came wearing a bulletproof vest.
The Crown Prince's Palace of the Vancent Empire.
Lucius, who failed to frame Killian for murder, immediately summoned the Giuliano organization.
“I apologize, Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
“I didn’t call you just to hear you apologize.”
Chiron, a member of the organization who had come in response to Lucius's call, cursed inwardly.
He was sure this operation would be successful, but an unexpected variable arose, and things went wrong.
“Do you know how much His Majesty scolded me because of you?”
“Even if I had ten mouths, I would have nothing to say.”
Chiron lowered his head and frowned. "What a mess!" he thought, sulking over something he'd barely been scolded for.
Chiron looked down at his healthy wrist, resting on the floor. It had almost been blown off. Even thinking about it brought chills to his spine.
“But since you’re smart, I’ll give you one more chance.”
At Lucius's words, Chiron raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed without him realizing it.
“What do you mean?”
“This time, I want you to deal with Marquis Starr properly.”
"But..."
Chiron was a mafia working for the Giuliano organization.
The reason he approached Lucius in the first place was for the organization, not for the Crown Prince.
Lucius was annoyed when Chiron avoided answering.
As if they had expected this, at Lucius' signal, a group of men over 190cm tall entered the room and surrounded Chiron.
“Why, why are you doing this!”
Chiron's legs gave out as he looked at the knights' threatening gazes.
“Once you and I become comrades, shouldn’t we be together forever?”
'Damn, what the hell is this comrade all of a sudden?'
Chiron quickly shook his head, sweat dripping down his face.
Although they wanted to destroy the Starr family, they couldn't rashly answer without consulting the organization.
“...Then I have a good idea!”
“What is it?”
‘Haa... Is this even okay?’
After a moment of hesitation, Chiron swallowed hard and opened his mouth.
"The Rezetta family is a group known for assassinations. If you'd like, I can introduce you to them."
“...”
When Lucius didn't answer, Chiron's heart grew anxious.
"If you give them enough money, they'll quickly and without a trace eliminate him. There won't be any consequences."
Lucius was troubled by his suggestion.
“I don’t want to drag anyone else into this...”
"If you're worried about this getting out, don't worry. They're famous for handling things cleanly and without any repercussions."
"There's such an organization? There's such a dangerous organization in the Empire. Why did Father leave it alone?"
Chiron inwardly snorted at the Crown Prince's words.
How could an Emperor with such weak power eliminate one of the four major mafia families of the empire, no, the continent?
But Chiron gave him a proper nod.
"Of course, if the Emperor had known, he would have eradicated them long ago. Yet, the reason they can continue to operate is that they operate so secretly."
Only then did color return to Lucius' face.
“Yes. Then connect me right now.”
“Yes, I will make an appointment with you and contact you soon.”
“Then go now.”
As soon as Lucius finished speaking, Chiron ran out of the Crown Prince's palace in a panic, afraid that someone might catch him.
After he left, Lucius sat down on the soft sofa and reread the newspaper article about Emily.
It was an article about her efforts to clear her husband of the charges.
Although the article seemed to show that his plan had failed, Lucius' expression was pleased.
“Are you reading that again?”
The aide who had just arrived sighed at the sight of Lucius.
“Yeah, no matter how much I look at it, I never get tired of it.”
The aide was fed up with the Crown Prince's obsession with Emily.
“How can there be such a brave and smart woman?”
“If you look around, you’ll find other women like that.”
“Whoever sees it, Emily is the perfect candidate for the Crown Princess?”
It really didn't make sense.
The aide felt like he was going crazy with frustration.
'If the Empress sees this, she'll be in big trouble.'
"Well, whatever," Lucius muttered as he folded the newspaper.
“How can I see Emily again?”
"Well."
Well, there are many ways, but the aide who did not support his unrequited love at all kept his mouth shut as if he did not know.
“Is there another event at the palace?”
“It won’t be there in a month or two.”
The number of monthly parties had decreased significantly. The palace's financial difficulties were becoming increasingly serious.
“So you’re saying there will be one in the third month?”
“...Probably so.”
The aide counted the days with his fingers crossed.
'There was a hunting competition, right?'
Lucius leaned back on the sofa, his face filled with anticipation.
“I hope everything goes well for you.”
'Surely he's not up to something again, is he?'
The aide earnestly prayed that the Crown Prince would not cause any trouble.
“Killian! Are you crazy?”
Knox, if possible, tried not to speak to his boss, Killian, in front of the rest of the organization.
But the impact of the word 'divorce' was just as great.
It was fortunate that Knox hadn't slapped the bastard just now.
“Ahem.”
Giovanni, by far, was the most rational of them all. He asked with an effortless calmness.
“You’re not really thinking of getting a divorce, are you?”
“Not yet.”
"Not yet?" "Not yet?" Suddenly overcome with dizziness, Giovanni fell, clutching the railing of his chair.
Have you forgotten all the hardships you went through to buy the title of Marquis just to marry Emily?
Of course, Kilian forgot about the hardships since Giovanni had taken on most of them.
Giovanni also wanted to punch the boss in the head for the first time.
Knox, who was frustrated by their conversation, roughly pulled down his tie.
“Did Madam say she wanted a divorce first?”
Chambers, who had been sitting quietly, had a gloomy expression on his face, perhaps thinking that the other side had a point.
“Surely the boss would have been so ungrateful as to have brought that up first?”
No matter how much he thinks about it, Madam asked for a divorce because she was afraid of the Mafia organization.
If it's going to be like this, then don't get attached to her.
Chambers already seemed to be missing his Madam.
“It’s really noisy.”
When Killian made a face, everyone flinched and shut their mouths.
“Pete, come to my room and let’s talk.”
"All right."
Pete followed Killian out of his seat, receiving everyone's glares.
As soon as the two entered the room, they locked the door to prevent other members of the organization from disturbing them.
As expected, Knox, who had followed right behind, started banging on the door and demanding to be let in, too.
Killian called Chambers in a low, loud voice.
“Chambers! Take him away now.”
"All right!"
There was a small commotion outside the door for a few minutes, but then it became quiet.
“At least it’s fortunate that Chambers hasn’t forgotten his duty.”
Killian nodded at Pete's words.
In this situation, it seemed like Chambers was the only one who could properly carry out Killian's orders.
“By the way, do I just sign this document and submit it to the court?”
“Yes, but it requires the royal family’s approval.”
While the divorce process was complicated, obtaining approval itself wasn't difficult. Imperial citizens could easily divorce if they so desired.
“But boss, did Alvin bring the documents?”
The important thing in divorce was the division of property.
“No, he knows I’m getting a divorce, and he’s not cooperating at all.”
“Hmm, then who else besides Alvin could compile an inventory of Starr’s assets?”
“There’s nothing in particular, so you try to convince Alvin.”
"Yes?"
Pete looked quite embarrassed.
"I, Boss... I'd rather face Knox than face him. I don't have the confidence to convince Alvin."
Alvin was the most formidable person Pete had ever met.
He would rather die than have his values violated.
Even Pete, who is so eloquent, was sometimes outdone by Alvin on certain topics.
When Pete expressed his insecurity, Killian, who had no countermeasures, threw the papers down in annoyance.
"Yes. You don't need a list of assets or anything. Just give Emily whatever she wants."
Then Pete looked at Killian with a more sorrowful expression.
“So when do you plan to tell Madam about the divorce?”
Killian hesitated at the question and spoke in a small voice.
“I just came back from John’s observation class.”
“...”
After a moment of silence, Pete asked again, his ear twitching.
“I think I misheard... When?”
“John’s observation class.”
He knew they were going to behead John. That actually made more sense.
“Why are you suddenly going? Did John give you permission?”
Killian sighed for the umpteenth time.
“That kid asked me to come.”
Pete, who had been racking his brain to figure out what was going on, nodded as if he understood.
“I see Madam going there too.”
Killian glanced at the calendar on his desk. That awkward day was fast approaching.
“Prepare well so that my divorce goes smoothly.”
“Hmm, yes.”
Pete answered in a disapproving tone.
Outside the door, Knox was shouting to be let in, asking when he would return.
“Be sure to lock the door before you leave. Don’t let Knox in.”
“It won’t be easy, but I understand.”
Pete glanced at the door again.
He just remembered the sharp stares people had given him just now.
'If I go out, I'll get beaten up soon.'
It was a good thing he came wearing a bulletproof vest.
***
The Crown Prince's Palace of the Vancent Empire.
Lucius, who failed to frame Killian for murder, immediately summoned the Giuliano organization.
“I apologize, Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
“I didn’t call you just to hear you apologize.”
Chiron, a member of the organization who had come in response to Lucius's call, cursed inwardly.
He was sure this operation would be successful, but an unexpected variable arose, and things went wrong.
“Do you know how much His Majesty scolded me because of you?”
“Even if I had ten mouths, I would have nothing to say.”
Chiron lowered his head and frowned. "What a mess!" he thought, sulking over something he'd barely been scolded for.
Chiron looked down at his healthy wrist, resting on the floor. It had almost been blown off. Even thinking about it brought chills to his spine.
“But since you’re smart, I’ll give you one more chance.”
At Lucius's words, Chiron raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed without him realizing it.
“What do you mean?”
“This time, I want you to deal with Marquis Starr properly.”
"But..."
Chiron was a mafia working for the Giuliano organization.
The reason he approached Lucius in the first place was for the organization, not for the Crown Prince.
Lucius was annoyed when Chiron avoided answering.
As if they had expected this, at Lucius' signal, a group of men over 190cm tall entered the room and surrounded Chiron.
“Why, why are you doing this!”
Chiron's legs gave out as he looked at the knights' threatening gazes.
“Once you and I become comrades, shouldn’t we be together forever?”
'Damn, what the hell is this comrade all of a sudden?'
Chiron quickly shook his head, sweat dripping down his face.
Although they wanted to destroy the Starr family, they couldn't rashly answer without consulting the organization.
“...Then I have a good idea!”
“What is it?”
‘Haa... Is this even okay?’
After a moment of hesitation, Chiron swallowed hard and opened his mouth.
"The Rezetta family is a group known for assassinations. If you'd like, I can introduce you to them."
“...”
When Lucius didn't answer, Chiron's heart grew anxious.
"If you give them enough money, they'll quickly and without a trace eliminate him. There won't be any consequences."
Lucius was troubled by his suggestion.
“I don’t want to drag anyone else into this...”
"If you're worried about this getting out, don't worry. They're famous for handling things cleanly and without any repercussions."
"There's such an organization? There's such a dangerous organization in the Empire. Why did Father leave it alone?"
Chiron inwardly snorted at the Crown Prince's words.
How could an Emperor with such weak power eliminate one of the four major mafia families of the empire, no, the continent?
But Chiron gave him a proper nod.
"Of course, if the Emperor had known, he would have eradicated them long ago. Yet, the reason they can continue to operate is that they operate so secretly."
Only then did color return to Lucius' face.
“Yes. Then connect me right now.”
“Yes, I will make an appointment with you and contact you soon.”
“Then go now.”
As soon as Lucius finished speaking, Chiron ran out of the Crown Prince's palace in a panic, afraid that someone might catch him.
After he left, Lucius sat down on the soft sofa and reread the newspaper article about Emily.
It was an article about her efforts to clear her husband of the charges.
Although the article seemed to show that his plan had failed, Lucius' expression was pleased.
“Are you reading that again?”
The aide who had just arrived sighed at the sight of Lucius.
“Yeah, no matter how much I look at it, I never get tired of it.”
The aide was fed up with the Crown Prince's obsession with Emily.
“How can there be such a brave and smart woman?”
“If you look around, you’ll find other women like that.”
“Whoever sees it, Emily is the perfect candidate for the Crown Princess?”
It really didn't make sense.
The aide felt like he was going crazy with frustration.
'If the Empress sees this, she'll be in big trouble.'
"Well, whatever," Lucius muttered as he folded the newspaper.
“How can I see Emily again?”
"Well."
Well, there are many ways, but the aide who did not support his unrequited love at all kept his mouth shut as if he did not know.
“Is there another event at the palace?”
“It won’t be there in a month or two.”
The number of monthly parties had decreased significantly. The palace's financial difficulties were becoming increasingly serious.
“So you’re saying there will be one in the third month?”
“...Probably so.”
The aide counted the days with his fingers crossed.
'There was a hunting competition, right?'
Lucius leaned back on the sofa, his face filled with anticipation.
“I hope everything goes well for you.”
'Surely he's not up to something again, is he?'
The aide earnestly prayed that the Crown Prince would not cause any trouble.
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