Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor Chapter 78

Count rellof, reviewing docunts, heard the sound of hurried footsteps. As he looked up, the butler burst in with a panicked expression. A man who normally regarded formality like law, he always knocked

Whats the matter?

Co Count. Theres been a terrible incident.

The trembling voice of the butler made Count rellof put down his pen, sothing he rarely saw from his butler.

The trade delegation sent a ssage All the carts have burned down.

What?!

Count rellof stood up abruptly, incredulous. How could the carts have burned?

A man nad Collin set the carts on fire and tried to kill the others. It seems he was after the gold coins the soldiers had, but he died in the scuffle.

How much gold was there?

Most transactions were done through the Hayman Bank1 with checks and bills of exchange, aning the gold with the soldiers was just pocket money for the journey.

For commoners, its a significant amount.

But what do you suggest we do?

All the carts are burned, and so inhaled smoke in the cave, causing injuries. They sent a pigeon to say they would continue to Sherion, but its unclear how long it will take.

And that wasnt all.

With the carts burned, they would need new ones to transport food. Even setting aside the cost, it was uncertain whether they could find any in this winter, when all available wood was used as fuel.

Ha. Hahaha. Ha!

Collin was always suspicious. The delegation will need more money in Sherion, maybe we should just have them return?

They couldnt sleep on the ground or survive on water alone, and with injured people, they would need a doctor.

Count rellof groaned, pressing his forehead at the butlers words.

This is the worst.

Indeed, Count rellof was certain this was the worst winter he had ever faced.

Why the fire!

Whoosh!

Unable to contain his anger, Count rellof started throwing whatever he could get his hands on.

It was unbelievable that among so many people, no one could stop the incident. Were the people under the na of rellof all such incompetents?

Yes.

Under the guise of peace, incompetency had been hidden, now rearing its head amidst the crisis. The state of the rellof mansion was deplorable.

Kill Collins family.

Yes, Count.

Rid that wretched household. Scrape out whatever you can. Hang everyone, young and old. Kill them all, just kill them all

Overlapping disasters were suffocating. Forgetting the burned carts, the imdiate concern was now the Counts own table. If food couldnt be secured from Sherion or the Hawan Kingdom, there was only one option left.

Bang! Crash!

Damn it. How did it co to this? Do I need an oracle or what? Huh?

Aaaargghh!

Count rellof slamd his hand on the table and, out of habit, grabbed the hair of a servant standing beside him. He vented his anger physically, shaking the servants emaciated body.

The servant swayed back and forth, but the butler could only bow his head in silence.

Im sorry, Count. Im so sorry.

Ha. Really, Butler. Thats why. I told you to choose people more carefully!

Please spare !

Snap!

The butler bowed deeply, biting his lip hard. He had to sohow appease the Counts anger, or else an innocent child might face consequences today.

Leave.

But, Count

Go and kill all of Collins blood relatives!

Creak.

The servants hair was still tangled in Count rellofs grip. Reluctantly, the butler backed out of the office, and the waiting servants looked up at him with distressed faces.

Bu Butler.

Everyone, step back. Sparks might fly.

What about him?

Shh. Do you want to draw the Counts wrath?

Fear filled the eyes of the servants at the butlers words. Their eyes, moist with unshed tears, beca deeper with despair. They hesitated, pretending not to hear the screams coming from inside the office.

Click.

The sound of shoes echoed crisply. The atmosphere felt as if it was cracking like ice. The butler and the servants simultaneously turned their heads. Countess rellof stood there with a calm expression.

Whats going on?

My Milady

Crash! Bang!

Instead of responding, the Countess glanced briefly at the noisy office. She then looked at the butler and sighed faintly.

Open the door.

Milady. Now is not the

Its alright. Open it.

The Countess brushed aside the servants attempts to dissuade her. Her eyes were determined yet infinitely calm, leaving the servants unable to guess her intentions. Such scenes of servants being punished had occurred several tis before.

Sob

Do I have to open it myself?

One of the servants couldnt hold back tears, prompting a sharp glance from the Countess.

Eventually, the butler reached for the doorknob.

Creak.

The door slowly opened. A beaten servant lay on the floor, blood spattered around the wooden furniture. Countess rellof boldly lifted her head and stepped inside.

Darling.

Upon her call, Count rellof, panting, turned around.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, indicating how fiercely he had vented his anger on the servant. The servant, in turn, kept rubbing his palms together desperately.

Let that child go.

Sob please spare

Co play with .

Countess rellofs face, previously devoid of emotion, now carried a radiant smile. She tilted her head slightly to lock eyes with the butler at the door. The servant seized the opportunity to quickly crawl away.

Close the door.

Creak.

Light seeped through the slowly closing door. The butler, as always, felt a heaviness in his heart as he shut it.

Countess rellof, taking her husbands hand gently, suggested kindly.

Darling, why dont we ask for help from Bratz?

But the counts rage, flashing with madness, was not easily quelled. She whispered again, quietly.

If its too difficult for you, I can go and talk. Im of similar age, and it might be better for to go than for you.

You would?

Yes. Leave it to .

Count rellof, still seething, grabbed his wifes flowing hair. She remained calm, as usual.

Youre not planning to escape, are you?

Of course not. How could I?

At her composed response, Count rellof roughly shook her hair. Her gaze was fixed beyond her husband, on the bright full moon.

* * *

Countess rellof arrived in Bratz four days later. Having received prior notice, Ian was waiting at the mansions main gate. As the carriage door opened, the Countess, dressed for an outing, extended her hand with a smile.

Welco, Countess rellof. Its a pleasure to have you here.

Ian, oh no, I almost made a mistake. Now I should call you Lord Ian, shouldnt I?

Was your journey here comfortable?

Not at all. Are we so distant from each other?

Countess rellof subtly hinted at their neighborly relationship. Ian, without a word, just smiled and led her to the drawing room.

I was honestly a bit surprised to hear of your visit.

I felt guilty for not properly congratulating you on your title, both the Count and I.

The Countess handed her thick coat to a servant. Her nose was slightly red, possibly from the cold carriage ride.

No worries at all. I understand youre busy with your duties.

Thank you, Sir Ian. The Count wished to join, but as you said, he couldnt find the ti.

You even sent a gift, didnt you?

Ian subtly ntioned the Dripper.

Its such a precious item, Im not sure if it was appropriate to give it to .

Was the Countess aware of the Drippers value when she gave it, or was it a ploy that inadvertently played into Ians hands?

Ian observed the Countesss facial expressions carefully, but she only maintained a vague smile.

Was it a bit perplexing? I suggested sothing else, but the Count insisted that it would be of great help to you, Sir Ian. What do I know? If the Count says so

Its clear shes a noble now, no matter her origin.

It was a masterful way of speaking. Saying the Count insisted on it implied it had value, but if Ian didnt appreciate it, it suggested a lack of discernnt on his part.

No, not at all. I love it. Its quite an extraordinary gift.

He genuinely liked it, not just for the sake of politeness. Considering its state, it seed newly developed, and where else could one find such an item?

The Countess smiled and nodded.

Im glad to hear that. The Count will be pleased. We have prepared other gifts as well, so you can look forward to them.

Thats very kind of you, Madam.

But, Sir Ian. The reason for my visit today is

Countess rellof trailed off. Ian naturally expected the conversation to turn to the trade of Grula, but what she said next was completely unexpected.

I would like to see Lady Marys room. Didnt I ntion it last ti? Theres sothing I lent her that hasnt been returned.

Oh.

Ian paused, surprised. The Countesss eyes sparkled with hope, as if pleading for permission. It seed she also hoped Ian hadnt cleared out Marys room. Normally, one might have completely redone a stepmothers room who was a criminal

Please, feel free. Its sothing you need to find, so how can I stop you? Ive been too busy to touch that area. If Lady Mary had it, it should still be there.

He had preserved it due to the unusual behavior of the two ladies. More precisely, he hadnt really paid much attention to it.

With Ians permission, Countess rellof quickly stood up, urging the servant.

Then, I should attend to that first.

Ill show you the way.

Will you join us, Sir Ian?

Yes, of course. I will assist in the search. Just let know what it is.

At Ians words, Countess rellofs expression stiffened slightly, but so subtly that it seed like an illusion, prompting Ian to observe her more closely. Her posture as she walked was the epito of grace.

This way, Countess.

The servant led Countess rellof and Ian respectfully. They headed to the last room on the floor below the study, a room long unoccupied. As the door opened, the distinct scent of an old mansion wafted out.

We did clean it, but the room has been unused, so it slls strongly of wood. Ill open the windows for ventilation.

Swoosh.

The cold air entered through the windows, but Countess rellof seed unbothered. She began carefully searching through drawers and closets. Ian watched her from a short distance.

Madam, if you tell , I can have the servants look for it.

No, its sothing that shouldnt be handled by others.

Swoosh.

Countess rellof rifled through the garnts. Delicate and ornate fabrics moved swiftly as she pushed them aside, but it seed she couldnt find what she was looking for.

Sir Ian.

Yes, Countess.

Would you mind stepping out for a mont? I need to check the inner parts. Ill let you know once I find the item.

The Countess indicated a drawer typically used for intimate apparel. Ian gave the servant a look to keep watch and quietly left the room. Countess rellof continued searching after ensuring the door was fully closed.

Countess, is there anything I can help with?

Leave all the drawers open. I will search them myself.

Countess rellof paused abruptly while rummaging through a drawer, then muttered to herself. The servant flinched at the reflection of her cold, fierce expression in the mirror.

She seed deep in thought for a mont, then resud searching through the drawers frantically.

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