“Let go! Release ! What are you doing? I am a ssenger of the Borde family! Do you want to make enemies of the Duke’s family?!”
Outside the Count’s Mansion, the ssenger from the Borde family was tightly bound, his expression terrified as he struggled.
Behind him, a tall, burly sailor dressed in black grinned nacingly, lifting the ssenger by the collar like a chicken.
Next to the sailor stood an elderly man in a black noble robe. He was hunched over, his eyes half-closed, appearing drowsy.
Behind the old man, seven or eight stern-looking black-armored swordsn stood guard, their expressions cold and exuding a faint extraordinary aura, warning others to stay away.
A crowd of curious townspeople and nobles had gathered on either side of the street.
So sharp-eyed individuals recognized the crest on the black-armored swordsn’s attire.
“Those are people from the Roman-Four family!”
“They’re here? And causing trouble right at the Count’s Mansion? Isn’t that the ssenger from Borde they’ve captured? What are they doing? Are they rebelling?”
“I heard they were the only family absent from the recent noble eting, and now they’ve captured Borde’s ssenger. Have they gone mad?”
“Could the rumors be true that they had long harbored rebellious intentions?!”
The crowd speculated.
Seeing the Roman-Four family capture the Borde ssenger, so nobles who arrived turned pale.
“Viscount Roman-Four?! What are you doing? Release Borde’s ssenger imdiately!”
“This is the Count’s Mansion! Capturing the Duchy’s ssenger here is an affront to the Countess!”
The nobles angrily rebuked the old noble surrounded by the black-armored swordsn.
However, the old noble remained impassive, not even sparing them a glance, as if he didn’t regard them at all.
Only the black-armored swordsn responded with cold, oppressive stares, their faintly extraordinary aura suddenly intensifying, causing the rebuking nobles to pale.
“Extra… extraordinaries!”
Their montum quickly diminished, retreating a step in unison, their gazes at the black-armored swordsn filled with apprehension.
When the curious Charlotte herself ca outside the Count’s Mansion, this was the scene she witnessed.
She raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at the Borde ssenger tied up by Roman-Four’s extraordinary sailor, and then smiled slightly.
“Viscount Roman-Four, you ca to Northport and imdiately caused a scene at the Count’s Mansion. Don’t you think you owe an explanation?”
Hearing Charlotte’s voice, the old noble finally opened his cloudy eyes.
Supported by his attendant, he trembled as he bowed to Charlotte, then respectfully said,
“Alfred de Roman-Four greets you, Countess.” (T/N: In the past chapter his na was Francis but in this chapter its written Alfred. I will follow the raw for now)
“Your Excellency, this man harbors ill intentions and tried to deceive you with false information. That’s why I captured him.”
Upon hearing the Old Viscount’s words, the bound ssenger imdiately cried out.
“No! I did not! Countess, I am here to offer Borde’s support!”
Noting the increasing crowd, Charlotte’s eyes flashed with a faint red glow.
She scanned the growing number of onlookers and said,
“Enough, let him down. We’ll discuss this inside.”
“As you command.”
The Old Viscount slightly bowed, signaling the sailor to release the ssenger.
Then, he led the Roman-Four family’s swordsn, escorting the still-bound ssenger, and followed Charlotte into the Count’s Mansion.
Back in the council chamber, Charlotte resud her seat of authority.
She ignored the bound ssenger and leisurely accepted the milk tea Sebastian handed her. Sipping elegantly, she crossed her legs and asked.
“Viscount, why did you capture Borde’s ssenger right at my mansion’s door? And why didn’t you attend the recent noble eting?”
Facing Charlotte’s probing gaze, the Viscount remained calm.
He slightly bowed and said,
“Your Excellency, in Castell, the Roman-Four family serves only one master, and that is you.”
“No one in Castell, besides you, can make Roman-Four bow.”
Charlotte’s interest was piqued at the Old Viscount’s seemingly pointed words.
The Old Viscount t her gaze unflinchingly, his cloudy eyes filled with a complex emotion.
Just as Charlotte tried to discern the emotion in his gaze, the Viscount sighed and lowered his head again.
“In any case, it is a relief to see you safe and sound.”
“So, now that you see I am safe, can you answer my other question?”
Charlotte asked.
The Viscount nodded slightly.
“Of course, Countess.”
With that, he took out a parchnt and presented it with both hands.
“Your Excellency, please look at this record first. It seems we are in for big trouble in Castell…”
Record?
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, signaling Sebastian to take the parchnt, then curiously browsed through it.
As she read, her expression gradually turned serious.
“Viscount Roman-Four, where did this record co from?”
“Countess, it was extracted from a black market rchant in the Violet Duchy. This rchant is a direct descendant of the ruling Boite-Linte family of the Violet Duchy. Everything in the record… is true.”
The Viscount said respectfully.
“Boite-Linte? A branch of the Boite family? I recall the Boite family is an old enemy of the Borde family. How did they get involved?”
Charlotte squinted slightly.
The Viscount nodded.
“Yes, the Boite family is indeed an old enemy of the Borde family. The Boite Duchy has had territorial disputes with the Borde Duchy for centuries…”
“However, the Boite-Linte family, while a branch of the Boite family, has another identity.”
The Viscount’s expression turned solemn.
“They are the maternal family of Prince Philip.”
“Prince Philip’s maternal family…”
Hearing this, Charlotte’s expression darkened.
“Master… what’s going on?”
Sebastian asked, puzzled by the cryptic conversation between Charlotte and the Viscount.
Charlotte glanced at him, then handed him the parchnt.
“See for yourself.”
Sebastian took it curiously and read it, his expression soon changed.
“What? Prince Philip plans to ally with the Violet Duchy to carve up the Castell County?!”
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