As the sound of the lock echoed from outside, Yuvan tried to knock on the door, but his body was too exhausted to muster any strength.

“I’ll take you out soon, so you better watch carefully!”

As his uncle’s dull footsteps faded away, Yuvan sat down inside the wardrobe, feeling a chill down his spine, and cold sweat began to form.

Whether Clad woke up or not, and where Hilé, who was supposed to be guarding the door, disappeared to and why his uncle was allowed in, troubled him.

And just as her anxiety reached its peak.

With clenched teeth, as Yuvan was about to knock on the door to request help, his hand froze.
With the sound of the parrot’s wings flapping, Count Compani, who hadn’t been seen throughout the debutante party, revealed himself through a gap in the wardrobe.

“Louise Pelleasse is singing a song about getting divorced. As soon as this chaos is over, she says she’s going to see the Emperor. What do you think?”

“If you’re so eager to take her there, you must be more curious, aren’t you?”

“Yes?”

“Louis Pelleasse willingly sent that chubby count, who had been sent to the black mansion, why does he keep obsessing over Yuvan Pelleasse? Because he loves his nephew? Because he’s an unusually talented child? Bolonico doesn’t think so.”

“Then-.”

“Perhaps Louise Pelleasse failed. Yuvan Pelleasse may have a strong premonition that he will succeed.”

Bolonico’s voice, as arrogant and arrogant as usual, squeezed Yuvan’s breathing holes.

‘What did Louise Pelleasse fail at?’

Not just shaking my husband’s lifeline.

But Louise’s lifeline was also pulled forward.

Really.

Certainly.

‘…It’s you.’

The burst blood vessels in Yuvan’s black eyes stared straight at Bolonico’s slick face visible through the crack in the door.

The atmosphere in the party hall that Emperor Igor had bent seemed like a trial waiting for a series of death sentences beyond an ice rink.

Nobles restrained their shame at the behavior of the palace servants who were all summoned, and the lower-ranking nobles who came to stamp the Emperor through the debutante pretext were pathetic.

Externally, Emperor Igor’s image was that of the protector of Prince Claud, who had abandoned the throne at a young age after losing his parents.

Since most nobles didn’t know the exact circumstances, although the reactions were excessive, they thought the Emperor was justified.

Moreover, if the poison swallowed by the Emperor or Bolonico was Feliese, it was unknown whether the lower ranks or the nobles’ throats would be cut.

Count Pelleasse, who had finished talking with him, watched hurriedly as Count Compani took Bolonico with him and left for the guest lounge.

Count Compani, who had crouched in front of Bolonico and lowered his body excessively, thought that now was his last chance, so he laid out various words and raised his momentum. Count Compani didn’t care about it.

He peeked at the scene where heads lined up in a row for immediate judgment, with a grunt! Sound as heads rolled down one after another.

Once the nobles who had finished the body search gathered, he slipped away into the gap where they were.

As the escorts managed those who were rolling on the floor, the next head fell off when they were done.

Count Pelleasse, sensing the urgent situation, watched the line of servants tremblingly waiting for their turn and straightened his unworn neck.

‘It’s scary to death, damn it!’

He, scared to death, pondered whether to kill a little more time like this, but afraid that he might run into the Emperor’s eyes, he fled the party hall as if fleeing.
The corridors of the palace had quite a few hiding places.

Hunched over like a mouse, he quietly held his breath near the guest lounge where Yuvan was confined.

The conversation between Bolonico and Count Compani didn’t last long.

Bolonico seemed to imply something to Count Compani, his close aide, and Count Compani didn’t show any signs of prying further.

However, there was a separate conversation that Yuvan heard clearly, even in his dizzy state.

“I don’t understand why you’re keeping him alive.”

“If you ask who in this palace wants to kill Clade Yufrees the most, Bolonico would undoubtedly say it’s Bolonico.”

“So what I’m saying is, if you knew it would get this big, it might have been better not to try at all, or when he collapsed, you could have used poison once more to kill him.”

“Nonsense. Didn’t you know my father would step in? My father, who is still fretting about whether the remaining heir of the former emperor, who is still alive, will rise up and rebel. I’m helping my father. Even if I become a tyrant at this opportunity, I can continue to act as a weak, gentle father for my family. See? How he jumps around as if my son has died? Maybe he’ll be pleased that he can kill those he didn’t like this time.”