How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 11
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【Chapter 11】
“Your Grace! Please look over there!”
Maranello shouted.
“Hmm.”
Grand Duke Guntram lowered his left arm upon seeing the earth taking human form.
Since the ritual had begun, confirming the verdict could be postponed for a moment without being too late.
“W-was she really a spirit mage?”
“The earth is taking human form…!”
The people who had been thoroughly disappointed also focused their attention on Evangeline’s spirit magic.
Soon, the events of that day unfolded.
– Hehehe! What are they gonna do to me? *Hic!* I’m a direct descendant of House Sigmund! My old man is the lord of Dekaron! Haha! *Hic!*
– Kugh! I’m getting dizzy! I’m drunk! Drunk…
Stumble, thud!
– Wh-who the hell are you! *Hic!* Come out! I’ll kill you! *Hic!*
Naturally, since it was a record of that day, the real Carlisle’s drunken rampage was inevitably exposed to the world.
– Buuuuurp!
– Bleeeegh!
His loud belching and vomiting were revealed without filter.
Splaaaaaash―!!!
Not only his public urination, but even his male symbol(!) was brazenly displayed.
Of course, since it was a figure made of earth, it wasn’t quite that realistic, but…
“Look at that scoundrel.”
“Ugh.”
“He’s well-endowed despite everything.”
The people clicked their tongues in disgust at Carlisle’s drunken behavior.
“…Old man.”
Grand Duke Guntram trembled with rage upon hearing how Carlisle referred to him.
While it was natural to curse even the king behind his back, actually conveying that was an entirely different matter.
But Carlisle himself didn’t bat an eye.
“Young master, are you alright?”
“About what?”
“Your disgraceful behavior is being exposed to the world.”
“I told you it wasn’t me.”
“Young master, you should deny what’s worth denying.”
“Think whatever you want.”
Carlisle answered thus and truly showed no shame whatsoever.
‘It’s not like this is the first or second time.’
The real Carlisle had made a spectacle of himself in public more than once, so what was there to be embarrassed about now?
Meanwhile, the real Carlisle’s drunken rampage ended, and the truth of that night began to be revealed.
– Gasp, huff!
– Who are you? *Hic!*
– Wh-who are you? Gasp, gasp!
– Damn it! Of all places, this scoundrel here… Gasp, gasp!
Carlisle and Alberto encountered each other by chance.
– Did you think you could keep running forever?
– That’s why I told you to give up. Stop making people sweat.
– You damn bastard. Two of our comrades died because of you.
Then Jeffrey’s gang appeared.
– He’ll lose his memory for about an hour, so let’s quickly clean up and get out of here before this bastard wakes up.
– You mean frame him?
– That would be better.
– Right. If we say that scoundrel did it, everyone will believe it.
The truth of that day was finally revealed to the world.
“Th-this is impossible.”
Jeffrey’s face, sitting in the witness stand, turned deathly pale.
“How dare you.”
Grand Duke Guntram glared at Jeffrey with eyes like frost.
“This damn bastard!”
Jeffrey quickly tried to pull out a bottle of poison from his chest, but it was futile.
Whooom!
When Grand Duke Guntram extended his hand, a powerful vibration occurred.
Ugh!
“Aaaaah!”
Jeffrey’s wrist broke and twisted grotesquely, and the medicine bottle he was holding fell and shattered into pieces.
Hissssss!
The poison was so potent that the spilled liquid made an eerie sound as it corroded the floor.
“Arrest him.”
“Yes! Your Grace!”
The waiting knights moved swiftly to handcuff the fallen Jeffrey and even put a gag in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.
“Mmph! Mmph mmph! Mmmph!”
Jeffrey struggled with all his might, but it was useless.
“Not only did you dare frame my son, but you also mocked this court with perjury.”
Grand Duke Guntram’s anger was tremendous.
Hadn’t he almost made Carlisle a slave soldier and even cut off his left arm?
Nevertheless, Grand Duke Guntram exercised patience.
Though he desperately wanted to dismember Jeffrey immediately, he felt that the circumstances required a more detailed investigation into the truth of the incident.
“I swear, you will surely pay the price for this.”
“Mmph! Mmph mmph!”
Grand Duke Guntram said this to Jeffrey and then headed back to the judge’s bench.
“As everyone has seen, now that the real culprit has been revealed…”
Grand Duke Guntram looked back at Carlisle.
“I declare Carlisle van Sigmund not guilty.”
Although no punishment was given for the past misdeeds he had committed, no one took issue with that.
No matter how much of a scoundrel Carlisle was, after being falsely accused and Grand Duke Guntram nearly cutting off his left arm, no one would be bold enough to bring up such matters.
Ding!
A status window appeared before Carlisle’s eyes.
[Notice: Infamy decreases by 100.]
[Notice: Trust increases by 30.]
[Notice: Infamy decreases by 100.]
[Notice: Trust increases by 30.]
[Notice: Infamy decreases by 100.]
[Notice: Trust increases by 30.]
[Notice: Infamy decreases by 100.]
[Notice: Trust increases by 30.]
[Notice: Infamy decreases by 100.]
[Notice: Trust increases by 30.]
Infamy 211
Trust –69
Infamy 211
Trust –69
Infamy 211
Trust –69
Infamy 211
Trust –69
Infamy 211
Trust –69
* * *
Right after the trial ended.
“What are you doing?”
Carlisle snapped at the knight beside him.
“Pardon?”
“What are you doing, I said.”
“Th-that’s what you mean…”
“Take them off.”
Carlisle raised his hands that were bound with handcuffs.
“How long are you going to leave these on?”
“Ah! I-I’m sorry!”
The knight hurriedly removed the handcuffs.
“Ugh.”
Even though he’d only worn them for about half a day, his wrists were tingling and had bright red bruises all over them.
“You’ve worked hard, young master.”
“It was touch and go.”
Grand Duke Guntram’s left arm had almost been cut off.
Even if explanations could be given again before the execution, a severed left arm couldn’t be reattached.
“Young master! I succeeded!”
Evangeline approached with a bright smile.
“I see.”
“…”
“What.”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Evangeline was slightly taken aback by Carlisle’s lukewarm reaction.
Where had that gentle smile he’d shown just moments ago gone?
“Aren’t you… happy?”
“Not particularly. I’m relieved, I suppose.”
“I… I see.”
“Anyway, good work.”
Carlisle praised Evangeline.
“You won’t have to worry about your siblings anymore. You’ve proven your ability. You’ll receive treatment befitting that. Start thinking about moving.”
“Moving…?”
“You’ll be living in the inner castle soon.”
“…!”
The castle Carlisle was referring to wasn’t the large outer castle where the territory’s people lived, but the inner castle situated within it.
The inner castle was a place where only Sigmund family blood relations, their retainers, and a select few chosen people were qualified to reside.
“I’ll be living in the inner castle?”
“Do you think father would leave someone who contracted with an earth spirit living in the outer castle?”
“But…”
“You’re more important and precious than you think you are.”
“What?! Am I such an existence to you, young master?”
“What are you saying.”
Carlisle frowned.
“Do you think it’s just to me? You’re now one of Dekaron’s greatest assets.”
“…So that’s what you meant.”
“What were you thinking?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
“The royal court will covet you too.”
Carlisle made a meaningful expression.
“To that extent?”
“Yes.”
“I… I see.”
Just then.
“Young master, may we escort Miss Evangeline? It’s father’s order.”
As soon as Carlisle finished speaking, Christan approached with knights and said.
“Get lost.”
“Pardon?”
“I said get lost.”
“But father’s orders…”
“She’s my personal maid, so she’s my property. So even if it’s father’s order, you can’t take her.”
At Carlisle’s statement, Maranello jumped in surprise.
“Y-young master!”
“Right, isn’t it.”
Carlisle ignored the jumping Maranello and asked Evangeline.
“Yes?”
Evangeline opened her eyes wide like a surprised rabbit at this story she’d never heard before in her life.
Wink, Carlisle gave Evangeline a signal with a sidelong glance.
“Y-yes. I’m the young master’s maid.”
Evangeline answered in bewilderment.
“You heard?”
“Yes, young master.”
“Go tell father. If he needs Evangeline, he’ll have to get permission from me first.”
“…”
“If you understand, get lost.”
“…I understand.”
Christan gave a slight bow and disappeared with the knights.
“Young master, why on earth did you do that?”
“What.”
“Why did you make Miss Evangeline your maid…”
“It’s my choice.”
“But…”
“Is there a problem?”
“No.”
In this world, a noble hiring a maid was an inherent right that no one could infringe upon, so there was absolutely no problem with it.
“Then why did you speak so harshly to Sir Christan?”
“Just because I don’t like him.”
“What?”
“It’s not like this is the first or second time, so just accept it.”
…Though he said that, Carlisle truly hated Christan.
Christan.
He was Grand Duke Guntram’s aide, but in reality, he was the highest-ranking figure among the spies planted by hostile forces.
The Christan that Carlisle knew would have no problem kidnapping Evangeline, or even killing her and disguising it as an accident.
He couldn’t just carelessly entrust Evangeline to such a person.
‘Ungrateful bastard. Repaying kindness with betrayal?’
Carlisle knew all too well what happened when Grand Duke Guntram trusted Christan, and what kind of crisis the House Sigmund faced.
So naturally, harsh words were bound to come out.
Besides, since he was in the scoundrel position anyway, speaking a bit harshly wouldn’t be a problem.
‘Even if it’s a bit troublesome, I need to make sure to finish off that bastard for good.’
Carlisle watched Christan’s retreating figure and quietly sharpened his blade.
* * *
That evening.
Carlisle acted as usual, as if nothing had happened.
There was no sign of joy to be found, despite having overcome a major crisis.
He only grumbled about the bruises on his wrists from wearing the handcuffs.
“This is going to last quite a while.”
“Shall I call a mage for healing magic, young master?”
“No need. It’ll heal on its own in a day or two. Anyway, it does feel refreshing.”
“Are you referring to the trial?”
“No.”
Carlisle shook his head.
“The formal dress. It was stuffy.”
“Haha.”
Maranello laughed as if he still couldn’t get used to it.
The person who used to pursue fancy attire even inside his room now insisted on wearing an unbuttoned shirt and going barefoot…
“What about Evangeline?”
“She’s being well protected. There happens to be an empty house in the inner castle, so she can move in tomorrow.”
“That’s good.”
Right then.
Click.
The door opened and Grand Duke Guntram entered Carlisle’s room.
“Huh?”
Carlisle was flustered by the completely unexpected visit.
‘Is it because of Evangeline?’
Carlisle thought this as he gave an awkward greeting to his father, Grand Duke Guntram.
“You came.”
“Yes.”
“Please sit.”
“I will.”
“…”
“…”
An awkward silence circled around the room.
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