“It’s our child…”

Casar wiped his eyes, soaked with fatigue, and sighed.

Our child…

What’s the use of harboring false hope with those words? What will happen if I desire you again, Scaha?

You said you couldn’t be happy by my side. Then why did you leave me so eagerly?

Casar decided to give up thinking about it. There’s no point in dwelling on it; it will only increase the lingering attachment.

He took out a sealed letter and Princess Erwin’s necklace from inside his jacket. He carefully placed them in Scaha’s small hand, aligning it to reveal the emblem of the Evern royal family.

During this, he barely managed to suppress the urge to keep looking at her face, her ecstatic and beautiful body, the mother of his child.

He had no intention of repeating the same mistake.

Returning what Scaha should have enjoyed as Princess Erwin Del Adne… and disappearing from her life.

He left the letter prepared on the side table, and without lingering in regret, Casar turned away and left Scaha’s sleeping chamber.

He had to leave for the Tessian Empire tomorrow, but there was no reason not to willingly accept the drug that Ezra had brought with his own hands.

Attila had shown a moment of kindness to the oppressed people who were crying out in injustice, but that didn’t mean all suspicions were dispelled. Attila had placed Cybe under surveillance and granted Casar the authority to handle it.

Moreover, Attila had handed the authority to Casar along with the fact that Cybe was the informant of the previous Duke’s case.

“Long time no see.”

As the Duke passed by with a mocking smile at the pale Cybe, the man who gracefully picked up the small glass bottle on the table chuckled and asked, seemingly joking.

“Is it true that your mentor had such a distant relationship with the Crown Prince?”

“W-what are you talking about? A distant relationship!”

“I expressed it that way because it seems like you’re a person who listens to secret requests. Am I wrong?”

“I-I’m being threatened.”

“Just like in Lindkoem.”

Cybe, who had been looking down at the floor, suddenly raised his gaze to meet the Duke’s. His indifferent red eyes were only focused on the vial that Ezra had left behind, and there was no sense of anger towards those who had killed his father and caused chaos.

So, Cybe expressed his injustice with his whole body, hoping to have some hope, just as he had done to Emperor Attila.

“I have committed a crime deserving death before Your Grace, but if you could think from my perspective even a little…!”

“Why can’t everyone just commit the crime and not be anxious about dying?”

When the Duke, with a casual tone, spoke, Cybe realized that the long, silvery object the Duke pulled out of his bosom was a gun. At that moment, Cybe, realizing the truth, screamed desperately like a cornered beast.

“Your Grace!!!”

With an elegant smile, the Duke aimed the gun with neat and clean movements.

While sweating coldly, Cybe calmly and calmly assessed the situation.
It would be a simple threat. After returning from the war, Cybe, now enhanced with honor, had a bright future ahead as the successor to the advanced general hospital run by his mentor.

The pragmatic Grand Duke Blachnart would undoubtedly know that joining hands is much more beneficial than killing me.

“I will become the director of Corb Comprehensive Hospital. If you persist with this threat, it will put you in a very difficult situation. Do you want the entire Barkra hierarchy to align itself with the Blachnart family for you to reflect?”

However, Grand Duke Blachnart seemed to dismiss the future hospital director’s words without any fear.

“Reflection should come from the one who made the mistake.”

“All I did was make a single report! The faulty investigation is the fault of the security forces!”

From the mouth of the Duke, who was still aiming the gun at the excited Cybe, the smile disappeared.

“Just for a single report, Scaha…”

Scaha!

As soon as Cybe heard that name, he widened his eyes and smiled triumphantly.

I know the Duke’s only weakness!

“Y-yes! Your Grace, would you like to see the news flooded with what pitiful commoner nurses you did to Scaha?”

When Cybe blurted out the story about Scaha, he saw the Duke’s expression, thinking that this might be it. Didn’t the Admiral lose his reason when it came to that woman’s affairs in Even Bahr?

Cybe clenched his sweaty fist.

Even if it’s despicable, even if it’s deadly, I will survive to the end. Otherwise, what’s the point of coming this far without sparing any means or methods?

“…Not interested.”

Feeling the atmosphere around the Duke cool down, Cybe realized that he had touched on a sensitive subject and quickly redirected his persuasion towards another direction.

“Of course, Your Grace, if you put down that gun right now and join hands with me, such a thing will not happen, and we will become an excellent partnership. I believe that a relationship built on each other’s weaknesses lasts longer than a relationship based on blind trust in God!”

“Scaha is not my weakness.”

Oh right, indeed.