For Sale: Male Lead, Obsession Included - Chapter 29
The Margraviate became busier than ever before. The unexpected visit from the Duke, known as the righteous knight of the capital, had everyone scrambling.
Incriminating evidence had to be burned, unnecessary witnesses silenced. As quickly as possible!
By the time the Margraviate was as hot as if struck by lightning, an unfamiliar carriage glided to a stop in front of the main building.
Knights in black uniforms, reminiscent of the Duke’s own dark hair, approached the carriage with precise movements, opened the door, and lined up in formation.
From the now-open door emerged Dezereth Ragnar, the Duke whom the Margrave feared as if seeing a ghost.
A man with short, neatly combed black hair and mercilessly red eyes, Ragnar gazed up at the weathered Margraviate with measured grace.
White snowflakes swirled and clung to the gray bricks of the castle. It was bleak and desolate.
In the Duke’s eyes, gazing at the castle, there was a flicker of sadness.
Could he finally find his son, a hope that had faded like the gray of the castle?
It had been so long since he lost his child.
‘Ten years…’
In his exhaustive search for his son, the Duke had done everything imaginable… and grown weary.
How many years had it been since even the false sightings and fake testimonies had stopped? He felt it was time to let his child go from his heart.
His only clear thought told him so.
His son had met with an accident at an age when his biggest pride was running without falling. The overturned carriage and signs of a fierce battle at the scene…
Thinking his son was dead was the rational conclusion.
…In truth, he knew. Believing his young son was still alive was unrealistic.
But, like all parents, the Duke had clung to hope.
Finally, at last.
A credible testimony had come. From a woman who knew of his son’s baptism mark, which no one knew about.
Upon hearing the news from his old butler, the Duke’s intuition told him this was real, not just another gold-digging false claim!
The Duke had opened two expensive teleportation portals to rush to this remote region.
So the Duke’s eyes, gazing at the Margraviate, shone with a special determination.
This time, he would bring his son home.
Dezereth’s gaze fell on the master of the gray castle, rushing out in a hurry.
Pandrion Glioced. According to the information, he had enslaved Dezereth’s son.
If that was true, he would make sure that this Margrave never finds peace.
Dezereth strode forward.
“My apologies for the delay, Your Grace. Please, come inside.”
“Pardon the sudden visit.”
Not that he felt any remorse.
If it were up to him, he would unleash his knights right now to find his son.
Seeing Pandrion’s flustered face, Dezereth became even more displeased and walked ahead of the Margrave. He didn’t care that he didn’t know the way.
He just didn’t want to see that wretched man’s back.
“D-Duke…!”
The Margrave wiped cold sweat from his brow and hurriedly followed Dezereth with quick steps.
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“Did you say you’ve come to find the Young Master?”
“It seems you haven’t heard the news. Well, it’s been a long time, so it’s understandable if it was forgotten.”
As Pandrion hosted the Duke, he felt as if all the moisture in his body was being expelled as sweat.
Although the Duke claimed he was here to find his son, Pandrion, well aware of the Duke’s nickname, couldn’t take his words at face value.
Even if it were true that he came all this way to find his son, who had been as good as dead for years, there was no way that child was in this castle. Surely, the Duke would tear the Margraviate apart just to make his trip worthwhile.
That’s how he earned his title as the ‘righteous knight’.
Pandrion desperately tried to engage the Duke in conversation to buy time to destroy or move any incriminating evidence.
As a man of few words, every minute felt like an eternity for Pandrion.
It would have been helpful to have that illegitimate child, who was good at entertaining guests, at a time like this…!
But having ordered her to be imprisoned, Pandrion had no other options. He was contemplating whether to make some awkward jokes when…
“…Gather all the household staff.”
Pandrion’s desperate efforts were in vain. The Duke had no intention of listening to whatever Pandrion had to say from the start.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, Pandrion repeatedly lowered his head and bowed, answering lifelessly, “Yes, yes.”
Pacion, watching his father, the greatest warrior in this region, humiliate himself, subtly shifted his gaze elsewhere.
…It was an embarrassing sight.
