episode_0083

“I dragged the pannier to the entrance.”

“Yes, eggplant.”

The Lord of Bastogne got up from his seat and headed towards the entrance.

He was led by heavily armed soldiers who followed.

“What on earth are you trying to do?”

“One more person is going to die…”

Laurent sighed and looked at the Lord of Bastogne with empty eyes.

“What are you all doing here at the entrance?”

“When a criminal comes out of a family or castle, there is something they usually do. The criminal is put on his knees and everyone surrounds him.”

“So?”

“If the sinner’s crime is bad, then on the spot…”

Laurent pretended to slit his throat.

“It goes like this.”

At his explanation, my eyebrows furrowed without me realizing it.

I heard that in the outskirts of Elance, customs from the feudal era still remain and vassals are punished on the spot… but seeing it in person made me feel uneasy.

“Are you really killing me?”

“I don’t know that either.”

I couldn’t quite understand why the lord of Bastogne, who was such a nice person, would do such a thing.

“Let’s go first.”

On the way to the entrance, soldiers were standing in the hallway.

A woman stood in front of the Lord of Bastogne and the soldiers.

“Amela, get out of the way.”

“I heard the story. Panier made a big mistake.”

“Good thing you know, get out of the way.”

“Are people dying at the front door again?”

“Isn’t this something you know well?”

“That child is my human daughter! I can’t do this to Laurent, who is already so close to her.”

“Your son and daughter-in-law almost died!”

Amela was startled by the shouts of the Lord of Bastogne.

“Daughter-in-law? I remember that neither Emmel nor Laurent even had a lover…”

“No…!”

At her words, Laurent next to me covered his face with both hands.

This guy also seemed to be quite unpopular.

Well, looking at the flirtatious behavior he gave me when we first met, it seemed unlikely that he would have been there.

“Do you have anything?”

When the Lord of Bastogne called me, Aramis tapped my back.

“Should I really go?”

If this really happens, won’t it leave a mark on Laurent’s entire family? I just want to quietly pass by.

I shook my head saying I didn’t want to come forward, but Arimis shook her head.

“Then of course I should go.”

Aramis pushed my back.

Amela glared at me as I was pushed forward.

She looked at me with very wary eyes.

“Are you saying that that guy is Laurent’s lover?”

“Isn’t it pretty?”

“Well… the face and body are worth looking at. I think the baby will be born well…”

“And then…”

Lord Bastogne pointed a finger at Amela.

“What is it?”

Amela sensitively approached the Lord of Bastogne.

The two were whispering about something, and Amela’s face began to smile.

“Oh my… I didn’t even know that…”

Amela writhed in shame and threw up her hands.

“Baby, you want to talk to me later.”

She waved at me and walked past us.

“My baby Marie.”

“Noisy.”

When I raised my fist in response to Aramis’ joke, he was shocked and took a step back.

“Let’s go.”

We headed to the entrance where Pannier was being dragged.

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“Why on earth are you doing this to me!”

“This guy still hasn’t reflected on himself! Stay still until the lord comes!”

“Why are you sitting still, you old man!”

“Pannier!”

When I arrived at the entrance, I found the butler arguing with Panier.

“Quiet!”

The crowd suddenly became quiet at the shout of the Lord of Bastogne.

chuck! chuck! chuck! chuck! chuck!

The soldiers behind him all surrounded Panier.

Bastogne’s vassals came forward one after another.

“I feel unfair! I didn’t do anything, so why do I have to go through this?”

Panier spoke passionately and expressed her injustice, but no one sympathized with her.

The Lord of Bastogne looked at Panier with cold eyes.

“I was really falsely accused? Remove the stone stuck in the rolled stone…”

“Who rolled the stone?”

When I appeared behind the Duke of Bastogne, Panier’s complexion turned pale.

“Obviously… I said he was dead…!”

She gritted her teeth and looked at the Lord of Bastogne again.

He looked at Panier with a grim expression.

“Why should I die? Did you wish you were dead?”

Panier got angry for a moment and tried to rush at me, but he only grunted as he noticed the Lord of Bastogne’s eyes.

“Pannier.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“I think you were treated very well even though you were a commoner.”

“Yes, that’s right. It is difficult to repay all the favors received from the lord.”

She broke out in a cold sweat and tried her best to please the Lord of Bastogne.

“Even the most serious mistakes were ended with the servant’s line.”

Panier swallowed dry saliva at his words.

“But that’s not possible in this case.”

“No, that’s…!”

“As a commoner, I tolerated your presumptuous assault on Laurent. Do you know why he did that?”

“No…”

Panier slowly shook his head.

“Even though you are a commoner, Laurent and that ugly bastard are so skilled that I thought it would be okay for you to become the heir.”

“Then…!”

“Don’t interrupt.”

“Ugh!”

Emmel stepped forward and pushed Panier’s shoulder with his foot.

I looked at Emel in surprise.

He stared at Panier with a cold complexion he had never shown before.

It was as if he was looking at marble on the floor of the entrance.

“But you climbed up without knowing your topic.”

Panier quickly raised his upper body as the Lord of Bastogne approached.

“It is said that when a dog is about to die, it leaves home and goes to a place where its owner cannot be seen. But what are you?”

“Ugh…!”

Panier began to cry like a tragic heroine.

“Noisy.”

Despite the words of the Lord of Bastogne, Panier continued to cry.

“Lord, we have caught the person who conspired with Panier.”

“Are you saying it wasn’t Panier’s sole action? Bring it with you!”

A woman was brought in by order of the Lord of Bastogne.

“You are Pannier’s friend.”

“…”

She lowered her head without saying anything.

“Put it down.”

At his command, the soldiers put her down.

“This guy is the guy who helped hire the assassin along with Panier.”

Sreung!

Then suddenly Emer pulled out a knife.

“This bitch!!!”

Sigh!

As Emer’s sharp sword passed by, his head fell off.

The head, separated from the body, fell to the floor and rolled around like a ball.

At the sight, several retainers closed their eyes and turned their heads to the side.

“That guy has a temper tantrum!!!”

When Emmel cut off the criminal’s head before even interrogating him, the Lord of Bastogne clicked his tongue.

“Eh… Master Emel…”

Panier looked at Emel with trembling eyes, blood all over her body.

‘oh my god…’

I thought it was Emmel, who was playful and impressive.

Emmel looked at Panier with his eyes wide open.

“Since we also worked together in four years…”

Panier was startled by those words and looked at Emmel.

Emmel raised his sword high.

“Emel! Doesn’t the entrance get dirty!”

Hearing the shouts of the Lord of Bastogne, Emmel lowered his sword.

“Sorry.”

Emmel bowed his head, apologized, and put the knife back.

“Oh my! Oh my!”

Suddenly, a woman came running urgently from behind.

“Get out of the way.”

The soldiers and vassals cleared the way according to the order of the lord of Bastogne.

“Pannier!”

“Mother!”

“Oh my, what is going on!”

she asked, hugging her daughter.

“…”

Because Panier was guilty of his own sins, he could not bear to tell his mother the truth.

“Lord, what on earth did he do to end up like this?!”

“Chief maid.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know that your daughter tried to hire a murderer?”

“Yes?! Who did you contract murder from?”

“My daughter-in-law.”

The head maid looked at me after hearing his words.

I wanted to say it wasn’t my daughter-in-law, but it didn’t seem necessary to say that in such a serious situation.

Above all, the Lord of Bastogne seemed to recognize me as family.

“Pannier Is that true?!”

Panier lowered his head in response to her question.

“Why can’t you speak! Did you really do that?!”

“Stop dragging me out.”

The soldiers grabbed the head maid’s arm.

“Lord! My lord!”

She cried out desperately and was dragged away by the soldiers.

“Ah… ah…”

Panier looked at her mother being dragged away sobbing.

“Pannier.”

“Yes…”

“Why did you do that?”

In response to Lord Bastogne’s question, Panier looked at me, holding back tears.

“I was jealous.”

Panier took a deep breath.

“I was angry and unfair because I lost Laurent to that woman. Why are you talking so proudly, as if you know Laurent well…”

“That woman. Be selective with your words.”

“Yes, I didn’t want to lose Laurent to that lady.”

“But is that a contract killing?”

“Laurent, who always looked after me, came one day with that young lady, but he never looked at me. Still, I tried to go up to him and talk to him to see if he was okay, but Laurent said that he likes big breasts and that he doesn’t like women with small breasts like me.”

“When will I?!”

I was dumbfounded by her so absurd remark.

“Are you leaving out the fact that you told me that you know Laurent well and making me a bad bitch?”

“Do you have anything to say about that?”

Panier gritted his teeth at the Lord of Bastogne’s question.

“Laurent!”

She glared at Laurent.

He looked into Panier’s eyes with grave eyes.

“Laurent, don’t you remember the days you spent with me? How well I treated Laurent…!”

“That’s right.”

Laurent nodded.

“Even so, isn’t hiring an assassin crossing the line?”

“Ugh…!”

The Lord of Bastogne smoothed the corners of his eyes as he pondered what to do with Panier.

“Phew… I will make a decision.”

At his words, everyone shut their mouths and looked at him.

“I think Amela will be very sad if I kill you. So I won’t kill you.”

“Tsk.”

Emel clicked his tongue slightly at the declaration of the Lord of Bastogne.

“Instead, you will not be able to enter the Bastogne estate until you walk to Paris and receive forgiveness for your sins from Cardinal Rohan, Marie’s adoptive father.”

“That’s too generous.”

Emel came to me, licking his lips.

“What do you think, Jesu?”

“Well… I don’t think it really matters.”

Walking alone over a distance of over 700km seemed sufficient.

It would be a harsh enough environment for an ordinary person without Auror enhancements to walk there.

“If you are, it won’t matter.”

Emmel stroked my hair until it was messy and then went back to his room.