Ivan groaned. Even though he’s a spy who’s entered the mansion for the first time in a long time, did he have to be so cruel? He’s someone who was caught before he did anything.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to torture those captured alive and get some information out of them?”
Damian laughed.
“You don’t know because you’re not married yet.”
From the moment Lilian was brought here, this house became his hideout.
A home for his weak wife. It had to be safer than anywhere else in the world. He made sure that his wife would not fly away in fear because she felt unsafe.
Make her as comfortable as possible. She could have anything she wanted. He had to make sure she had nothing she lacked.
So that she would stay by my side for the rest of her life, if not…
An assassin infiltrated such a nest.
Lilian was almost touched by those dirty hands.
He was upset. Damian lost his temper, nothing more.
The price of touching the reverse scale of a Tier Infinity was devastating.
“I still don’t know who he’s looking for. Please do it in moderation…”
Looking at Ivan, who was still grumbling, Damian thought with displeasure.
It’s not like he killed people once or twice, so why is he making such a fuss now?
“Don’t act like someone who hasn’t killed, sir.”
“Who said I’ve never killed before?
That’s not what I’m saying! I’m just saying that you only hit the target with one shot! I’ve never intentionally inflicted such a fatal wound that didn’t kill immediately!”
Anyone who heard that would say that this guy and that guy were the same, but Ivan was serious.
“In today’s world, even murderers are divided into classes. I didn’t know that.”
“It’s not about classifying, I just don’t want to see those things.”
And as Ivan knew, Damian didn’t hesitate to kill, but he didn’t enjoy it either.
‘He just does it because it’s necessary. That was all…’
He didn’t know if it was the mood, but Damian, wiping the blood and flesh of others from his white face, had a calmer expression than usual. He didn’t know what happened, but one thing was for sure, he wasn’t listening to Ivan at all.
Ivan gave up preaching at that point.
“Well, no wonder, Her Highness even fought with His Majesty… whoops, cancel! Cancel that!”
The moment Lily was mentioned in Ivan’s thoughtless mouth, veins burst from Damian’s strong forearm.
“Your Highness, if you hit him again with that power, he’ll die!”
Anyone who saw this would know that Ivan cared about people’s lives. But…
“How many things to shake before killing! I haven’t found out who is behind him yet, so you can’t kill him!”
“Kuoo…”
I’d rather be killed, you bastards.
“I’ve said it again and again, but if you’re going to torture him, do it with some moderation. Oh, this…”
The closer he came and the more he examined the situation, the more serious it became.
“How am I supposed to interrogate him when you crushed his mouth like that? It’s a big deal.”
“He can still talk. If not, break his fingers one by one.”
“It’s already that far, but still break his fingers? There’s a limit to how much pain a person can feel.”
It was a very frightening conversation between master and servant.
“Let’s see. Hey, can you answer?”
“Uo…”
“You want to die, right? As you know, His Highness is in a bad mood right now. He had a little marital quarrel.”
“I didn’t.”
I know you didn’t, you bastard. Ivan cursed in his heart. What the hell did he do wrong to be broken by His Highness and come here to take out his anger?
“Okay then, I’ll ask. If you answer well, I’ll stop the beating and send you all at once.”
“Uoo…”
“Are you sent by Duke Blanchett? If so, blink.”
The bloody man blinked frantically.
“Who are you here for?”
He kept blinking.
“Ahh, right… so who are you looking for? Blink once for His Highness. Two for His Highness the Crown Prince. Three times for Her Highness the Grand Duchess. You must answer well.”
The man who was in a bloody state and in intense agony paused for a moment while shedding bloody tears.
Who should he choose to go to the underworld more comfortably from here? It seemed that if he chose the Grand Duke himself, he would suffer a more terrible punishment for his crime. The same seemed to be true if he chose the Crown Prince. At least the Grand Duchess seemed to be the most comfortable.
The man barely blinked three times. Not even in his wildest dreams did he know that he had just torn up a ticket for a direct, comfortable trip to the Jordan River.
Ivan looked back at Damian with a frightened face. And without realizing it, he tapped the poor spy, who hadn’t figured out the situation yet, twice on the shoulder.
“Ivan Isaac.”
Damian’s purple eyes glowed strangely. He just didn’t look human.
“Get out.”
***
In a word, miserable was the fate of the man who tried to intimidate Damian’s wife without knowing the subject.
Ivan, who had been rolling on the battlefield for half his childhood, was almost sick. In just 30 minutes.
But Damian’s actions did not stop there.
“Pack it up neatly and send it to the Blanchett family.”
“Them?”
“Since we’re on the same capital, it won’t take long to deliver.”
Delivery time… It’s a choice of words that makes even the mind go far away.
“Yes, that’s right… 30 minutes, that’s a lot of time…”
Ivan muttered unbelievingly, not knowing what he was talking about. Then Damian climbed up and closed the warehouse door.
No matter how much I think about it, this is not going to work.
Earlier, the spy had said that he had come to see the Grand Duchess. But it’s still possible that he made a false confession because he wanted to die faster.
Whether he’s a simple spy or an assassin, he couldn’t tell, but there’s no need to send the body back to the Duke’s house to start a dogfight.
Anyway, today is the opening day of the reconciliation. Isn’t Excelsior full of aristocrats with bright ears and good eyes? There were too many eyes to see.
“Um, Sir Ivan. What should we do?”
“What do you mean? First of all, appoint a small-mouthed sorcerer who can control the temperature and freeze him whole.”
He didn’t know what was going on, but if Lilian came back and they made up tonight, he would feel better and maybe cancel the order to return the body. Then cleaning up the place might be the end of the job.
Ivan decided to pin his hopes on that.
***
God forsook Ivan Isaac.
The next morning, Ivan Isaac looked with a blank expression at the Page Six that was delivered to every family in Excelsior. It said in bold letters.
[Blanchett’s young Duke Ethan Schmidt: Grand Duchess’ Lover].
It didn’t end there. In the article at the bottom, Lilian and Ethan became tragic lovers who fell victim to a political scheme. Damian was portrayed as a bloodless, tearless man who brutally tore a couple in love apart.
No, it’s true that he is bloodless and tearless… Anyway, looking at the article, which strangely mixed fact and fiction, and thus became a fabrication, Ivan felt it strongly.
This is why the pen is mightier than the sword!
It was a fabricated article that would attract the attention of many people.
He wanted to burn the whole devilish novella, which would have been distributed in tens of thousands of copies.
But all Ivan could do was crumple up one copy and throw it into the fireplace.
Dead, really.
Should he resign and flee to some distant country?
Only yesterday he’d seen Damian tearing flesh and bone with his bare hands from an intruder who hadn’t really done much to Lily. Even the body had not been disposed of yet and was still being stored.
What will become of the reporter who wrote this fake article and the newspaper company?
It was before breakfast, so he didn’t want to think too much.
And thinking that he’d probably be the one to clean up, Ivan lost his will to live.
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