The Villainess is a Millionaire Solver - Chapter 127

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Chapter 127

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The garden of the Rosen Duchy was brightly lit with lanterns. The Head Butler and employees had gathered there, waiting for the head of the family’s party.

Then at some point, the sound of an approaching carriage could be heard.

“Oh, have they returned?”

Everyone immediately lined up in a row, preparing to welcome the head of the family’s party.

However…

What came through the main gate was, unexpectedly, not the Rosen Duchy’s carriage. It was the Holy Order’s carriage, glowing pure white as if self-luminous even in the darkness.

When the door opened, the most strict among the Holy Knights—the heretic inquisitors—descended in a line, their cloaks fluttering.

The Head Butler and employees were startled.

“What on earth is this about?”

The faces of the advisors who had been waiting for the Young Lady’s return immediately turned pale.

“No! The Young Lady absolutely isn’t involved!”

“She’s never even opened a magic book! She doesn’t read books at all! The only thing she reads are shopping catalogs!”

Hanna, a former fighter, stood blocking the Holy Knights’ path.

At the same time, Sophie and several other agile people tried to quickly run toward the manor to destroy evidence.

“…?”

The Holy Knights looked at them with puzzled expressions.

“Where is Sion Michael Rosen’s room?”

“…Excuse me?”

Everyone stopped in bewilderment. The Head Butler asked.

“You came because of Sion, not the Young Lady?”

“That person is no longer a ‘young master.’ He is merely a heretic who has learned evil magic.”

A moment of silence passed.

“I will guide you.”

One young butler stepped forward with a dazed expression.

Shortly after.

Sion’s room was turned upside down.

Watching the shadows of the Holy Knights flickering outside the window, the employees gradually accepted reality.

“It must be true. Good heavens! It feels like it hasn’t been long since the household was turned upside down because of Eunice…”

“It was Sion who manipulated that Eunice. Now the true culprit has been caught.”

Everyone turned around in surprise at the cold voice. Duke Carnel was just getting out of the ducal carriage that had arrived afterward.

“Foolish bastard.”

He muttered this as he crossed the garden. As if he was sick of seeing this mess, he entered the manor and slammed the door shut.

The Head Butler couldn’t say anything for a long time before finally speaking.

“At least he seems to be in good health.”

Born as an illegitimate child, sold as a slave, then dramatically returned.

Showing abilities that contrasted with the incompetent eldest son, rising as a promising heir candidate.

But during the succession competition, his practice of black magic was revealed, ultimately turning the entire capital upside down and leading to his downfall.

Sion, the protagonist of this dramatic story, was now lying unconscious in the Holy Order’s treatment room.

When he woke up, he would immediately be dragged to the interrogation room. After undergoing brutal investigation to see if there were any more truths to uncover, he would then face a holy trial.

“It’s time to pay for his crimes.”

After glancing at the window where the Holy Knights’ shadows were moving busily, I turned my gaze away.

The advisors were standing in a row.

“Thank you for earlier. You were all incredibly fast.”

“We apologize, Young Lady. We made a foolish misunderstanding…”

They bowed their heads.

But they didn’t seem to think they had done anything wrong. If a similar situation occurred again next time, they would likely act the same way.

To protect me.

No, to protect their significantly improved working conditions.

Feeling once again the solid trust relationship for mutual benefit, we exchanged ‘nod, nod’ gestures with each other.

Then.

“Did you hear the news?”

A maid who had gone out on an errand strode into the garden. Then she hesitated when she saw the scene at the manor.

“Why are the Holy Knights here…”

“It’s a long story.”

I said to that maid.

“What were you about to tell us?”

“Oh, that…”

The maid scratched her cheek and said.

“The Duke’s helmet that the thief had stolen has been returned. It was thrown in the courtyard of the Holy Order chapel, along with a note saying it was a cursed object that couldn’t be added to his collection.”

…I see.

Well, of course. Evidence is needed to reveal crimes.

“We will withdraw now.”

As expected, the heretic inquisitors found nothing special among Sion’s belongings and withdrew.

But crucial evidence had already been secured.

Evidence that the head of the Holy Order had personally submitted to himself.

Through this, the despicable fact was revealed that Sion had secretly used the helmet he gifted to his uncle to purify traces of black magic.

“So that’s why he wasn’t caught at all this whole time? He used his head quite cleverly.”

People finally understood.

On top of this, with additional testimony from the Crown Prince, Second Prince, and those who were present at the scene, the truth was quickly revealed.

Thanks to Ruellian’s spectacular performance, no sparks flew toward me and Duke Carnel.

We didn’t need to worry about that. The Imperial Palace Butler came and said this.

“To commend the merit of recovering the imperial treasure Windfearer, His Majesty has summoned the Duke and Young Lady.”

We hurried over.

But…

One unexpected thing happened at that meeting.

“Remarkable. Truly remarkable. To think you found it in the end.”

The Emperor had called us to a quiet garden and was just commending us when an elderly attendant approached and whispered in his ear.

The Emperor raised his eyebrows.

“Hmm? Is that really true?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Then tell him to come in.”

“Understood.”

Who could it be that was allowed to suddenly enter this important occasion?

Not to mention Duke Carnel and myself, even the Empress and the Crown Prince brothers who were present looked puzzled as they watched the direction where the attendant had disappeared.

Shortly after.

Someone appeared from among the trees.

Long white hair. An all-black knight uniform. A black cloak. His attire alone made him a figure that immediately caught one’s attention.

His face was so beautiful that it was hard to guess his age, but looking closely, there were fine wrinkles.

Who is this?

As I was puzzled, Zikren silently moved his lips to inform me.

‘Master.’

I was shocked.

That person is the famous Theseus Marquis?

He had been living in seclusion in the Imperial Palace Cemetery, not engaging in outside activities and avoiding all visitors.

But upon hearing the news that I had recovered Windfearer while returning the dragon scale, he seemed to have broken his vow of seclusion and come outside.

“I greet Their Majesties and Their Highnesses.”

Theseus Marquis first greeted the imperial family, then briefly exchanged eye contact with Duke Carnel.

Then he immediately looked at the table.

There lay the majestic Windfearer.

After we emerged from the maze, I had handed it over to Aldensis, and today he brought it out for display at this celebratory gathering.

The Emperor spoke to Theseus Marquis.

“If you’d like, feel free to examine it closely. You also gave your all to find this sword 11 years ago.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

He slowly approached and lifted the Windfearer, examining it carefully. His hands trembled slightly, perhaps thinking of the past.

Eventually, he set the sword down. His gaze turned toward me.

“Rosen Noble. I hear you were the one who found this sword?”

I answered.

“Yes. I found it.”

“How on earth did you manage it?”

“My competitor Sion used forbidden black magic to learn crucial information about this sword. Then, perhaps because God was angered, He guided me at the final moment and placed this sword in my hands. I simply followed God’s will.”

I couldn’t very well say I was able to find it because the owner of this body had been murdered by this sword.

So I brought out the all-purpose excuse of God again.

Fortunately, Theseus Marquis didn’t press further.

“God’s will…”

He muttered that, then said.

“In any case, you’ve done something very meaningful for me. I’d like to repay you somehow…”

“Not at all. I simply worked hard because of my personal desire to become the family heir, so there’s no need for repayment.”

“How honest of you.”

The corner of Theseus Marquis’s mouth twitched slightly. He seemed to want to smile, but his face didn’t seem to move easily.

“If you ever have anything to ask of me, come find me anytime. Or just come by for casual conversation. Those doors will always be open to you, Noble.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at those words.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head in gratitude.

Perhaps he wasn’t as eccentric a person as I’d thought. Since he’s a Sword Master and the teacher of the Crown Prince brothers, it wouldn’t hurt to build a friendship while I had the chance.

However.

Seeing this widower who was a hundred times more melancholy than Carnel Duke standing beside me was somewhat burdensome. It seemed my limit was exactly up to the Duke.

And most importantly…

‘I really hate graveyards.’

With that thought, I looked at Theseus Marquis.

Before withdrawing, he walked before the Emperor and bowed again.

“Your Majesty, I’m always sorry.”

“Mm.”

The Emperor waved his hand, telling him that was enough and to go.

“We’ll escort you on your way back.”

Aldensis and Zikren rose from their seats.

“…”

For a brief moment, warm affection seemed to dwell in Theseus Marquis’s eyes as he looked at the brothers.

“Very well.”

He turned around with the two of them.

Watching the retreating figure with white hair fluttering gently, the Emperor muttered.

“I wonder if this incident will help ease some of what’s been weighing on that friend’s heart?”

Then he turned his head to look at me.

“That friend’s hair was originally jet black. But on the night Imelda died, after staying awake all night, it turned completely white like that. He became almost a broken man after that.”

“I see.”

So the first Empress’s name was Imelda. When I blinked several times, the Emperor spoke again.

“You don’t seem to know much about what happened between them, Noble?”

“No. Everyone seems to keep quiet about it…”

When I answered honestly, the Emperor burst into hearty laughter.

“Then shall I tell you the story?”

“Pardon? You will, Your Majesty?”

I asked in surprise.

But I was the only one feeling awkward. The Empress and Carnel Duke simply continued quietly sipping their tea.

Amidst this, the Emperor slowly began to speak.

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