The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 361-362

Late at night.

A loud roar echoed from Shartia's office, where darkness had fallen.

"That idiot...!"

Great anger was contained in Shartia's voice that echoed loudly throughout the room. Shartia, who rarely got angry over trivial matters, was expressing her fury, as this was not something to be taken lightly.

"Why of all places is he showing interest in the West...!"

Shartia was angry.

Because she had obtained information that the Crown Prince had made contact with Wolfgang.

"And with a child mad with power... Why is he showing interest..."

Wolfgang 'Louis' was a man mad with power. He was a noble who would stop at nothing for power.

All nobles have a 'line'.

The Desmunts walk this 'line', and the Histania, the sword of the empire, never crossed this 'line'.

To maintain dignity.

For the sake of the empire.

And the 'line' that protects the honor of the nobility. But the Wolfgang Marquis family did not keep this 'line'. Because they would do anything for power.

The history of the 'Wolfgang' Marquis family was unique.

The name 'Wolfgang' began as a merchant, bought a title from a fallen noble, and gradually expanded their power, reaching the high rank of Marquis in later generations.

A family with no history or tradition compared to other nobles. Yes, the Wolfgang family had a history that could not help but be hungry for power. Because they were always insulted by other nobles as 'fake nobles'.

-Squeeeeze.

That's why they were a family that would do anything to seize power, a family that would kill their own blood if it could be proven...

-Bang!

Shartia, clenching her fist, gritted her teeth as she recalled the Crown Prince's face.

"That idiot..."

"..."

"He's taken Wolfgang's hand..."

"..."

"Haa..."

"...You must not be swayed, Your Highness."

Shartia's subordinate, who delivered the news, bowed his head, his black hood that covered his legs pulled down low over his head.

"Information has come in that the Crown Prince's close aide and Wolfgang Louis met secretly."

"In the West, you mean?"

"Yes."

"The reason is obvious without even looking."

Shartia cut her subordinate's words short and muttered her thoughts softly. 'He must have offered to subdue the beasts in exchange for their support.'

Hearing Shartia's words, the subordinate nodded in response.

"It is said that Wolfgang's side reacted favorably."

"Of course they would. The next emperor reached out to them first."

"..."

"How happy they must be. There was already trouble between Desmunt and Wolfgang, so this is a breathing hole for them."

An idiot who can't tell the difference between shit and chocolate...

What's the use of having eyes that can distinguish the truth if you can't even recognize someone who comes in wearing a mask.

Caught up in complicated thoughts, Shartia wet her dry throat.

"...Damn it."

I should have realized he was unqualified from the moment he started wandering around outside.

"No matter how much he dislikes Desmunt, Wolfgang is not the answer. There are so many nobles who would side with him."

"...That is all the more reason why you must become the emperor, Your Highness."

"Are you telling me to support the information guild after I become emperor?"

"...Haha. We are honored just to see Your Highness's name. You always pay us generously."

"...Just please keep a tight lip."

"Of course."

Shartia couldn't understand the Crown Prince's thinking in reaching out to the family that was the most talked about among the nobles. If he had no connections, he could have reached out to the Histania.

Thinking of the Crown Prince, who was probably attending the academy peacefully without knowing the dangers of bringing Wolfgang to the capital, made her anger rise to the top of her head.

"Haa..."

That's how things were in the West.

The disappearance of high-ranking nobles, assassinations, and other unsavory incidents were all linked to the Wolfgang family.

Moreover.

Even drugs and slaves, which nobles should not touch.

"..."

Shartia rubbed her sleepy eyes and quickly approached the desk. And she searched through the numerous documents on the shelf, looking for information on Wolfgang.

[Regarding the Western Region.]

[Western Region Personnel Relationship Chart.]

[The History and True Face of the Wolfgang Family.]

[Imperial Nobility Relationship Chart.]

"...Where is it."

A document sticking out from between the numerous papers caught on Shartia's elbow, and the papers fluttered to the floor, brushing past Shartia's eyes.

"...Ah."

[Wolfgang Louis's Activities.]

"Found it."

-Clip-clop. Clip-clop.

A carriage gilded with gold is heading towards the capital.

The huge carriage, which could be mistaken for carrying a member of the royal family, was attracting the attention of many, boasting its majesty.

"Hiyah...!"

The horse pulling the carriage was a masterpiece among masterpieces, with a beautifully grown black mane, and the coachman driving the horse was also wearing the finest clothes that the empire's nobles would wear.

The man in the carriage, with his arms crossed, asked the coachman in a cold voice.

"How much further to the palace."

"We will arrive in about 20 minutes."

"Then go a little slower. I want to see the capital."

"Yes, I understand, my lord."

Hearing the coachman's formal reply, the man lifted the curtain and looked at the scenery outside the window.

"...Impossibly high."

He wasn't talking about the height of the buildings.

The man's gaze was directed towards the towering imperial palace. As if the place he wanted was the imperial palace. The man, with a meaningful smile, let out a long breath.

"Butler."

"Yes, my lord."

"I heard there was an unpleasant incident in the capital recently."

"..."

"A conflict with the Desmunts..."

At the man's question, the butler only bowed his head without a word. To tarnish the family name was a sufficient reason for disqualification as a butler. And with the great noble, the Desmunt ducal family, at that.

"I apologize."

Even if his honor had fallen to the bottom because of his child, a duke was still a duke. Moreover, the name Desmunt could not be ignored by anyone.

The only words a person of humble status could utter to his master was the apology, 'I apologize.'

The man frowned and looked out the window.

"Because of this incident, the Desmunts have started to pressure the family."

"..."

"Many of the merchants who had a friendly relationship with Wolfgang have also left."

"I apologize. I have no excuse."

The man calmly expressed his thoughts without even looking at the butler.

"You do know what it means for me to allow you, a butler, to ride with me."

"...I consider it an infinite honor. For the head of the Wolfgang family, the heart of the empire, to give a humble servant the opportunity to sit with him."

"I like your answer. If it weren't for that mouth of yours, you wouldn't be in this position now."

The butler bowed his head and remained silent at the man's words. Because it meant that if the answer had not been satisfactory, he would not be a living person.

The butler placed his hand on his chest and did his best to answer without upsetting the man's mood.

"...It is an honor that my humble mouth can please you, my lord."

Wolfgang Louis nodded his head with a satisfied smile.

"Considering the time the butler has served the family for a long time, I will let this incident pass."

"Thank you! I, Lud...! will work hard not to tarnish the glorious name of Wolfgang."

"Yes... yes... then..."

The man smiled faintly as he looked at the huge mansion visible through the window.

"There is one thing I want to ask of the butler."

The man, looking at the mansion that shamelessly displayed the family's power on a ridiculously large plot of land for an ordinary noble to own in the capital, let out a cold breath and said softly.

"I would like you to bring the Desmunts' butler before me."

"That is...!"

"What is it."

"..."

"It is a task that can be done, is it not. That butler's backing is not that great either."

"But my lord...! That man is!"

"What is it?"

"That man is the butler who has served the Desmunt ducal lady for a long time."

"Are you afraid of the Desmunts...?"

"No...!"

"Does the name Wolfgang feel lighter than Desmunt?"

"N...no!"

Wolfgang Louis grabbed the trembling butler's shoulder and opened his cold eyes.

"You have tarnished the family's honor."

"..."

"To a mere commoner. And a commoner with no parents. Shouldn't we repay the punishment for tarnishing the family's honor?"

"...I will follow your orders, my lord."

Louis leaned back in the carriage with a satisfied smile.

"I will look forward to it, butler."

Someday.

Vowing to bring down that mansion, he looked at the Desmunt ducal mansion outside the window.

And at that moment.

-Heeeeeigh!!!

-Clatter!!

The carriage shook violently, and Louis's body lurched.

Annoyed by the huge shock, Louis frowned and looked at the coachman's seat.

"What is it."

In front of the coachman's seat were a man and a woman. Blocking the carriage.

"I apologize. Someone suddenly blocked the road... I will resolve it quickly."

"...Hmm."

Judging by the appearance of the person blocking the road, they seemed to be a noble. Their faces were not clearly visible because they were blurry, but the clothes they were wearing were far beyond the level of a commoner.

"Not a good sight."

The coachman shouted at the people blocking the road in an angry voice.

"Move!"

At the coachman's loud voice, Louis's expression contorted. There was no trace of a noble's dignity.

"Butler."

"Yes."

"Get a new coachman as soon as we arrive."

"Understood."

It was enough to just replace it with a new one.

Just as Louis's mood was about to sour due to the delay,

"Father."

A chill ran down Louis's spine.

'...'

As if he had a premonition that he had touched someone he shouldn't have, Louis looked at the coachman's seat and his eyes trembled.

'Wait a minute...'

White hair.

A middle-aged man holding a staff.

And this place is...

'Damn it...!'

In front of the Desmunt family's mansion.

Wolfgang Louis thought.

It seems things have gone terribly wrong.

The family with the least to lose in the empire had blocked Wolfgang's path.

Darvav frowned at the carriage in front of him.

"Who is it?"

Because the carriage was so ornate it hurt his eyes.

"..."

It wasn't the Founding Festival period, but Darvav looked at the carriage, which was decorated as extravagantly as a festival carriage, and thought to himself.

'What an eyesore.'

Darvav lacked an aesthetic sense, but even so, he felt this was too much. It wasn't as if they had money to burn.

He could roughly guess the intention behind decorating the carriage. It would be strange if any noble didn't know.

'They must be a wealthy noble.'

They must have made the carriage like this to show off their family's prestige. A privately owned carriage was something a commoner couldn't even dream of with their financial situation.

Darvav thought that a financially affluent noble, or perhaps a wealthy merchant, was the owner of that carriage.

There was just one thing he didn't like.

"Hmm... a noble riding in a carriage bigger than the emperor's."

It was that the owner of the carriage had a mind smaller than a newborn's. Of course, he had no right to say anything about them spending their own money, but even so, Darvav thought they were very short-sighted.

Darvav, who had snorted at the sight of the carriage, spoke to the coachman blocking the road.

"Move."

No matter who was in the carriage, he had to go his own way.

"Dad, let's go home quickly. I'm hungry."

"Wait a moment. Dad will buy you three boxes of chocolate."

"Okay."

Olivia was waiting.

He was wasting precious time under the direct, scorching sunlight.

As a noble with pride and as a father with a daughter, Darvav had absolutely no intention of yielding the way. The mansion was only a three-minute walk away.

Yielding the way meant bending his pride as a noble.

"..."

Darvav, pushing Olivia's wheelchair in the middle of the road, was glaring at the coachman of the huge carriage, giving him a silent threat.

"..."

"..."

A silent confrontation continued.

Will I move or will you move?

Anger began to appear on the coachman's face. Was this a joke?

Logically speaking, it was natural for a person to make way for a huge carriage. The carriage in front of them was being pulled by five horses. However, our Desmunt family was one where such common sense didn't apply, so he was proudly holding his ground.

Besides.

The Fe-rari No. 1 was a carriage officially approved by the imperial family.

[Carriage Certification Mark]

Darvav, who had nothing to lose legally or in terms of status, was stubbornly holding his ground.

"...Move."

"..."

"Hey, mister, move!"

"No. You move."

"Can't you see the size of the carriage? You can just move aside!"

"I can't see it."

"...?"

The coachman, who couldn't stand it any longer, spoke to Darvav.

"This isn't a joke, what are you doing! Do you know who's in the carriage!"

"Is it the emperor?"

"Ha?"

"If not, I have no intention of moving."

"...This is crazy."

The coachman gripped the reins tightly and roared at Darvav.

"Our carriage is bigger, so you move."

"Isn't that carriage modified? Legally, the size of a regular carriage shouldn't exceed 3-5m, and it looks like you've illegally modified yours."

"..."

"And this carriage is a legally approved 'carriage' by the imperial family. There's no problem with it being on the carriage road."

"Ha... you call that thing a carriage?"

Hearing the coachman's words, Olivia tilted her head with a question mark above it.

"That thing?"

Olivia looked around, searching for 'that thing'. No matter where she looked, there was only the eye-sore carriage and the Fe-rari No. 1.

"Dad."

"What is it."

"What is 'that thing'?"

"..."

"Are you talking about my chair?"

Olivia, who realized what the coachman meant by 'that thing', spoke as nicely as possible to correct the coachman's thinking. Because if she spoke badly, Ricardo would dislike it.

"Hey. You idiot."

"Huh?"

"I'm talking to you."

"W-what did you say?"

"This isn't 'that thing'. It's a carriage. A carriage Ricardo gave me as a gift."

The coachman, who got angry at Olivia's defiant reply, ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh.

"Haa... the head of the family is in the carriage, so I can't curse... really."

"And I can't move without this, so you move."

"Ha..."

The coachman snapped at Olivia in frustration.

"If you're a beggar, you should just rest at home like a beggar. Why come out and be so annoying...."

"Uh...?"

The coachman, whose anger had reached its peak, threatened them by driving the carriage forward, implying that if they didn't want to get run over, they should move on their own.

"Ah, I don't care... do whatever you want, whether you get run over or not."

"..."

"Because you people were dead the moment you blocked the carriage anyway."

It was at that moment.

"Gasp..."

The coachman grabbed his own throat, unable to breathe.

"Gasp... gurgle..."

Darvav's eyes were cold. With cold eyes he had never shown to anyone, he strode towards the coachman.

"Who did you call a beggar?"

"Gasp... gurgle..."

"Tell me. Who is the beggar?"

The coachman struggled, punching Darvav's hand that had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck in an instant. Nevertheless, Darvav, without suppressing his anger, asked the coachman in a calm voice.

Who was it?

Who was the beggar you spoke of with your own mouth?

"Is it your master in this carriage who is the beggar?"

"Gurgle.. gasp..."

"Or are you talking about yourself?"

"..."

"I can make you a beggar with just a thought, is that what you want...?"

"The head of the family...!!"

Darvav glared at the carriage and changed his question. Who was the savior you believed in so much?

"Yes..."

Darvav gave the coachman a chance to hear just how great his supposed savior was that he could run his mouth so carelessly.

"Then who is in this carriage?"

"..."

"Speak."

"..."

"Is it the emperor?"

"..."

"If it's the emperor, tell him I will start a rebellion right now. It would be beneficial for the future of the empire to eliminate the imperial family who failed to properly educate their servants."

"...Help me.."

"Speak clearly. I don't have much patience."

The moment Darvav's magic was about to end the coachman's life.

"That's enough."

A cold man's voice reached Darvav's ears and began to emit magic.

Darvav, who felt the hostile magic, released the magic that was gripping the coachman and looked at the man.

Tall stature.

A handsome face.

A man in a neat uniform.

Wolfgang Louis bowed his head and offered an apology to Darvav.

"There seems to have been a misunderstanding."

"...A misunderstanding?"

"I am the head of the Wolfgang family. My name is Wolfgang Louis."

At the sight of Louis bowing his head and offering a greeting, Darvav sent a cold gaze and frowned.

"Are you this man's employer?"

"That is correct."

"What do you think?"

Darvav asked in a cold voice.

"This man has insulted my daughter. Do you think it is natural to rip his mouth open, or do you think he should repay this sin with death?"

"..."

"Why is there no answer?"

"I...."

"..."

"I believe he should naturally repay it with death."

Louis added with a slight lift of his lips.

"However, would it not be a less than noble judgment to cause a bloodbath for one immature servant? If blood is spilled in the capital, even the gods would be confused as to whom that blood would be directed."

Darvav's expression turned frigid.

"Are you threatening me now?"

"No,"

Louis smiled innocently.

"I am merely pleading for your mercy. Our Wolfgang family has always valued mercy and dignity."

A crowd gathers.

A crowd that would spread malicious rumors about Desmunt and, conversely, heroic rumors about Wolfgang, began to gather.

-What's going on?

-Looks like there was an accident.

-They seem to be nobles... he's grabbing the coachman by the scruff of the neck.

-Wow... isn't that person the bad guy?

Darvav smiled kindly, let go of the coachman's scruff, and said.

"Hahaha... tsk... we've been lying too low for too long."

"I am aware that you are dedicating yourselves to the security of the empire. Other nobles are also working hard to emulate Desmunt."

"Ha..."

Darvav took a step back.

If he had his way, he would have killed them all.

"Eek... Fe-rari No. 1 fireball..."

But it seemed Olivia wouldn't want that.

Darvav, saving it for another time, approached Olivia and said to the man who was bowing his head.

"The next time you appear before my eyes, your family will be erased from the map."

"Thank you for Desmunt's mercy."

"You would do well to watch that mouth of yours too."

When I returned to the mansion, the atmosphere was dark. The young lady had her head bowed sullenly.

"I tried to break the carriage, but Dad stopped me..."

Darvav looked angry.

"...Hmph. I don't know where I should drop the meteor."

I had even stood in line at an expensive bakery to buy bread to eat together....

I, who was standing there blankly holding the bread bag, scratched my hair and carefully spoke to Kyle.

"Lord Kyle."

"..."

"Why is the atmosphere like this?"

Kyle said in a cold voice.

"I'm thinking of starting a territorial war."

I see.

So he's planning on fighting a territorial war, risking the family's existence. Right....

"What? A territorial war?"

I, who had almost been deceived by Kyle's tone, which spoke of a serious matter as if it were natural, quickly came to my senses and approached Darvav.

"Your Grace."

"What is it."

"Are you planning on a territorial war?"

"Yes."

"With which family..."

"Wolfgang."

"What?"

Wolfgang.

The wealthiest family in the West.

And the family with the most private soldiers after the empire.

Just as the question 'why?' was about to arise.

The young lady, as if it were nothing, stated the reason for this situation.

"Ricardo."

"Yes."

"Should beggars stay quiet inside the house?"

"...What?"

"They said so."

"..."

"They said beggars should stay seated."

"Ah..."

Darvav watched me as I silently walked out the door and asked.

"Where are you going?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

I smiled slightly and replied.

"I'm going to exterminate a family."

Darvav said with a serious expression.

"Kyle, Rosanna."

"Yes."

"Huh?"

"Stop him."

Darvav struggled to stop the angry Ricardo.

Because it really seemed like he would go and kill them.

-Let me go!!! I'll wipe them all out this time.

Darvav, who was stopping Ricardo, smiled inwardly.

'Still, this feels good.'

It felt like his stress was being relieved.