Yohan seemed to gesture to watch, lightly nodding towards where Baron Penulla was.

I was surprised and grabbed Yohan’s sleeve.

“What are you thinking of doing?”

“Well, I’m planning to handle it in my way.”

Red eyes briefly touched my hand holding his sleeve, then turned back to face me.

“That Libertan document, the lady put it in, didn’t she?”

“…….”

“That method was good too, but it’s too timid.”

How did he know that I had put that document in?

‘Just how much does he know?’

The banquet hall grew increasingly noisy.

Was it because of the surrounding troublesome rumors?

While making eye contact with him, it felt as if only Yohan and I were left in the world.

Yohan sharply narrowed his eyes, smirking ominously.

“Fools who can’t understand even when warned must be properly stepped on.”

Yohan gently patted my shoulder.

“That way, they understand their place and know to behave.”

(This is a time separator.)

Countess Hettel was shocked and couldn’t say anything.

‘Why is that bastard alive?’

Initially, Countess Hettel was worried about Baron Penulla.

Even if the deception succeeded, if Baron Penulla betrayed them, it would have been disastrous.

So at first, she imprisoned him under the pretext of finding evidence, and then sent a knight to kill Baron Penulla.

Baron Penulla was certainly dead.

Her husband, Count Hettel, had confirmed it.

Her husband, Count Hettel, was equally surprised.

“Pe, Penulla Baron? I surely confirmed the corpse……”

In his confusion, he blurted out something he shouldn’t have said.

The surrounding nobles began to murmur more.

“Honey! People might misunderstand.”

Countess Hettel hastily covered up Count Hettel’s words.

“You may have met someone you were once close to, but now our positions are different, you shouldn’t do this.”

Baron Penulla is a criminal officially wanted by the royal family.

He’s a heinous criminal who assisted the treasonous Libertan Duke’s family.

Naturally, the fact that they were harboring Baron Penulla itself became a major problem.

“Ah, th, that’s right.”

“Count Hettel? And… Countess Hettel?”

Then, Baron Penulla, clinging to Prime Minister Orteka, opened his eyes wide.

“You were here! How dare you use me and try to kill me?”

“Wh, what are you talking about[Dash]”

“I gave you all the evidence to slander Duchess Blanchet!”

Everyone in the banquet hall was looking at Countess Hettel with astonished eyes.

Countess Hettel quickly denied it.

“Yo, you seem to have mistaken the person[Dash]”

“You think I’m mistaken now?”

Baron Penulla was even more provoked by Countess Hettel’s denial.

“I even gave you the evidence to manipulate contract magic! You try to kill me to destroy the evidence and then brazenly deny it!”

The situation was already beyond control.

“My goodness. So the story she just tearfully told was all a lie?”

“How can someone be so brazen and vulgar?”

“I feel sorry for Duchess Blanchet, who got involved for no reason.”

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t see a way to cover up the crime.

‘Prime Minister Orteka’s line has already ended.’

Now, the only one who could help them was, regrettably, only Duke Blanchet.

“Duke Blanchet. We, the Hettel Count’s family, acknowledge that we have committed a great sin against you.”

Countess Hettel passed Prime Minister Orteka and knelt before Yohan.

Yohan just lifted the corner of his mouth and calmly stared at Countess Hettel. His sharp chin clicked arrogantly.

Countess Hettel was tense at the indifferent reaction but continued her words of apology calmly.

“I also know that there’s nothing different since I even gambled on Obrente. So please, show mercy to keep our count’s lineage alive.”

Yohan, placing his hand on Estelle’s shoulder, asked Countess Hettel.

“Are you begging me for forgiveness now?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Why?”

But the words from Yohan’s mouth were different from what Countess Hettel expected.

‘Does he want me to apologize again?’

Countess Hettel stuttered and opened her mouth.
“It was our grave sin against the House of Blanchett, the honor of the Blanchett dukedom—”

“No.”

Johan abruptly cut off Countess Hetel’s words.

“That’s not it.”

The elegant voice flowed out effortlessly.

“What you should be apologizing for is not that.”

“Then what should I…….”

“You’re apologizing to the wrong person. Do I have to teach you everything?”

Countess Hetel’s face turned beet red.

Johan’s head, which usually bowed easily, strangely, did not bow well towards Estelle.

As Countess Hetel shivered with pride, the previously anxious Count Hetel stepped forward.

“Honey, what are you doing? We must apologize quickly.”

Countess Hetel, pausing even her breathing, gazed at Estelle, who was sitting elegantly.

Her head had bowed easily in front of Duke Blanchett.

‘Tell me to bow to that woman again?’

That woman is a mere commoner.

Her arms, touching the ground, trembled. They simply would not bow.

(This is a time delimiter.)

I kept my eye on the situation Johan was showing.

‘Is this the scenario that Johan set up?’