For Sale: Male Lead, Obsession Included - Chapter 32
After that, I saw Pacion emerging from the direction I had come from the prison.
Both of them were running as fast as racehorses.
‘Damn it.’
Seeing Pandrion glaring at Declan with a vicious expression, he must have realized that Declan was the child the Duke was looking for.
Moreover, knowing that the illegal slave he had bought was Declan must have made his heart pound with fear.
I had intended to bring up the matter of the Margrave more slowly, but seeing my father running with his eyebrows raised, I realized I had no time for that.
Clicking my tongue, I fell flat on the ground and bowed deeply.
Dust flew up.
“Duke, I have a request! Please impose the heaviest punishment on Margrave Glioced, who enslaved me and the Young Duke, and take me to the capital!”
At my earnest voice, a chilling aura momentarily passed through the Duke’s eyes.
“Punish the Margrave, you say?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“Alright. What do you think the Margrave’s crimes are?”
The sound of the Margrave’s footsteps drew nearer. Hearing the urgent sound effects, I raised my voice even more.
“His crime of engaging in slave trading, which is forbidden by the Empire, his crime of disregarding the founding principle of the Lubrun Empire that values life! My mother rotted away in a dungeon, and I, as a child, worked as a slave in this house!”
“Don’t believe the words of this bastard child, Your Grace!”
“His crime of colluding with the Eastern Continent barbarians who drink the blood of Imperial citizens to fill his own pockets! His crime of using the people’s tax money for illegal businesses!”
I lifted my reddened eyes and stared straight at the Margrave’s hardened face.
“If I have lied about any of these things, I will take my own life. I have spoken only the truth. There are no lies, Your Grace.”
The Margrave, who had rushed to the Duke’s side, pleaded with bloodshot eyes.
“Your Grace! These are the lies born of the malicious jealousy of an illegitimate little girl. Please judge justly…”
“Please punish him.”
I stiffened my neck and met the Duke’s red eyes. Those cold eyes that people called righteous.
Our unwavering gazes clashed in the air.
The Duke took a step past the Margrave and towards me.
“Show me the evidence.”
When his polished shoe tip was thrust before me, I smiled triumphantly.
“Evidence, there is no such thing!”
The Margrave raised his voice confidently.
Of course, they must have turned my room upside down and found all the documents I had stolen.
They must believe there is no evidence.
But that was the Margrave’s mistake. Anyone who has read a few movies or novels knows not to leave important evidence in their room.
I asked the Duke to forgive my rudeness and stood up, taking off my tattered dress piece by piece.
Declan, who was fidgeting beside me, shook his head wildly at my unconventional actions, but I ignored him.
If I couldn’t show solid evidence here, I would be dragged away and killed by the Margrave’s strong hands.
Blinking his eyes and opening his mouth, Declan watched as I stripped down to my slip and turned the dress inside out.
“…!”
Then, a document sewn to the back of the dress with rough stitches was revealed. When I carefully tore off the clumsily sewn document, the Margrave’s jaw dropped wide open.
The corners of the document were raggedly torn, but there was no problem reading its contents.
‘You didn’t think of this, did you?’
I sneered inwardly as I glanced at the Margrave’s dumbfounded face. I could hear him grinding his teeth.
Pretending not to hear that sound, I carefully held up the document with both hands and handed it to the Duke.
It was the only document I deemed most important among those I had stolen from the Margrave’s secret safe, the one piece of evidence that the Margrave could not escape the Duke’s wrath.
“This is evidence that the Margrave purchased the Young Duke from a slave trader of the Eastern Continent.”
Reading the document slowly, the Duke’s eyes filled with barely concealed fury.
“Please, with a just measure, punish the Margrave and the devils of his castle.”
And please, take me out of this hellish place.
For a powerless possessor who must rely on others to pour cold water on villains, you, Duke, are the best hope.
After an eternity of silence,
“Imprison Margrave Glioced and his family.”
The Duke’s calm yet chilling voice followed.
