“It seems that runaway slaves caused the accident.”

“Why didn’t you catch them earlier! Why did you handle the situation so carelessly, causing this chaos?”

“Many people ran away, and slaves from various territories got mixed up, so…”

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear excuses.”
Though his intoxicated body staggered, his mind remained clear. Bake exhaled hot breath dramatically, repeatedly bursting into forced laughter.

One word he accidentally stumbled upon in the letter lingered in his memory, no. Coincidence? What a joke. As if such a thing could be a coincidence.

Bake roughly wiped his face with his dry hand.

“Why the Marquis Perren?”

The loosened tongue elongated the words. But the sight of it was not funny enough to mock. Despite the fact that he couldn’t control his body properly and stumbled, he was still Bake.

Ceptor remembered a long time ago when young Bake burned down an entire village because a child had laughed at him.

It was a small village on the outskirts, and thanks to his father paying it off with money, it was not known to the public. But Ceptor clearly saw it.

Bake wasn’t any different after causing such an incident. There was no guilt. He just understood. He knew how far he could cause an accident and get away with it.

Although he was not yet of age, the boy knew how to take advantage of the rights he could enjoy to the fullest. Even if he burned down an entire village, knowing that he would get away with it, he did it just because he knew nothing would happen to him.

“Revianna was attacked by slaves, and that guy Perren happened to rescue her on the road?”

“…….”

“So, she went to Nagata, escorting her?”

“…….”

“Do you think this is just a coincidence or a joke? I can’t believe it.”

Bake clenched his fist with force, exposing his teeth. The letter in his hand was crumpled weakly. But even that would be less wrinkled than Bake’s face.

“Still, since Madam is safe[Dash].”

“Is she really safe?”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t those uneducated slave kids have gone mad when they saw her? No. Maybe it’s that Perren guy who went mad?”

His intoxicated tongue poured out words without thinking, expressing what he wanted to say. Bake, without thinking, unleashed a scream like a madman.

“Haha, ha… Well. It must be. How cool would the hero who saved himself look? If it were me, I would have poured a kiss on those lips as soon as I saw her. Isn’t that right?”

“You don’t know. Madam wouldn’t be like that.”

“That’s right! You know! Of course, she’s not like that! The noble and elegant Lady of our Crayton Marquis!”

Bang, the table kicked by Bake shook, and the empty bottles on it shook. The rattling sound of empty bottles trembling and clashing against each other, like a revenge, Bake stared at the empty bottles.

The man reflected in the glass of the bottle was making a disgusting grimace.

This wasn’t Marquis Crayton.

“……Damn.”

“Your Excellency, for now[Dash].”

“Damn! Damn! Perren, you bastard! Everything’s because of that bastard!”
Bang, one by one, the bottles that couldn’t withstand consecutive kicks finally wobbled and faltered. In an instant, it happened. Like dominoes, the bottles fell, colliding and shattering into pieces on the floor.

“Your Excellency, are you alright?”

Ceptor, flustered, found a handkerchief in his pocket. Whether a shard had flown, there was a long red cut on Bake’s cheek. For Bake, who was particularly sensitive about his appearance, it was a delicate matter.

However, contrary to Ceptor’s concern, Bake just stood there, dozing off.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was harmless.

Ceptor nervously clasped his hands. Originally, Bake’s eyes were red, but now, with the blood vessels showing, he looked more frightening than usual.

It was eyes that seemed like they would never stop until someone was killed.

“…No. Not okay. Honestly, how could it be okay? My woman, fooling around with another man. Is there a husband who would stupidly watch that happen?”

“…….”

“Prepare. We need to go to Nagata.”

Bake straightened his back, hand resting on the desk. Fortunately or unfortunately, strong alcohol was excellent at making him forget his timid side.

Of course, in return, he had to sacrifice a bit of his sanity.

“Oh, and get Galan ready.”

“Surely, you’re not taking him with you?”

“No. My status would be compromised if I moved with him.”

Bake tilted his head slightly.

“Well……”

Thinking about the dirty tasks that Galan had done so far didn’t lead to a positive mindset. Ceptor hesitated, not daring to speak up.

Since he called Galan, he had been careful, but still, he didn’t want to believe that Bake was suspecting what he was suspecting. That thought was too dangerous.

“Better this way. It was a problem that needed to be solved sooner or later. Even if my wife is beautiful, I can’t share her affections with the dead.”

“…….”

Ceptor tried to argue but eventually sealed his lips.

The commander’s eyes were no longer those with which one could communicate. Now, all Ceptor could hope for was that the intoxication swirling around the commander would disappear as soon as possible. Desperately wishing that the commander’s thoughts were just due to intoxication.

“Rather than leaving it behind, it’s better if it was like this from the beginning. If you eliminate the cause, problems like these naturally disappear.”

“But, if it’s done that way[Dash].”

“It will all end. All the troublesome problems.”

Finally, a satisfying smile appeared on Bake’s lips.