I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 116
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“Ugh!”
The pressure on the man’s thigh increased as Mikhail pressed the cane harder.
“Just one question.”
“Please, stop! Arrgh!”
“Why does this hurt so much? You should be able to endure more. It’s laughable for someone who toys with lives to be so sensitive to their own pain.”
Mikhail leaned in and whispered while pressing the cane almost through the man’s thigh.
“Does the royal family know about this?”
“….Please, I beg you! I know nothing. I just set up the business because there was demand.”
The man didn’t even flinch at the mention of the royal family, confirming Mikhail’s suspicions. The damn Jalliar royal family was aware of this.
Whether it was Adrian, Lady Luther, or both, it was clear they knew and allowed it to happen.
“Why would a dog from this place, which doesn’t operate during the day, suddenly run out?”
The back alleys of Delphora were far from Epfora Park. It was unlikely that the dog just happened to wander onto the path by chance.
It seemed someone had deliberately released the dog nearby.
It was too coincidental for Mikhail to encounter the fighting dog on the path today.
“This one isn’t going to talk, is he?”
Mikhail’s voice turned icy. The guards gathered everyone involved and reported to Mikhail.
“We will handle the investigation, sir. Your help made it easier. Thank you.”
The tone suggested Mikhail should leave, causing a crack in his composed expression.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible. That dog lunged at my wife.”
“We will include that in our investigation…”
“No. I’m taking over. Right now, under my authority.”
Sweat beaded on the guards’ faces.
Mikhail pointed at the dogfight ring’s owner, still clutching his thigh on the ground.
“I’ll interrogate this one myself.”
“…There are procedures, sir, and even you, as the Duke, must follow them…”
“I am the one who placed the current king on the throne. That gives me the authority.”
Mikhail was firm. He needed to find out who was behind this.
At that moment, knights from the Duke’s house arrived at Ephoheim.
“Sir! Are you alright?”
“News travels fast. Perfect timing. Take these people to the Duke’s estate.”
“Understood.”
The knights of the Duke’s house swiftly began rounding up the captives. The sight prompted the head of the city guard to step in hastily.
“D-Duke Mikhail!”
“I’ll report this to the king myself. Don’t worry. If you have any objections, feel free to come and see me anytime. Just know that next time, you’ll be greeted not by this cane, but by a sword.”
Mikhail’s crimson eyes coldly swept over the guards.
The guard captain, nervously glancing around, forced an awkward smile.
“Duke, perhaps it would be better to discuss this once you’ve calmed down.”
“Calm….I’m perfectly calm.”
Mikhail tilted his head slightly, then shoved his clenched fist deep into his pocket.
“Tomorrow is my wedding day, and I almost had to attend it alone. So yes, I’m quite on edge. Wouldn’t you be?”
Only Mikhail had the right to threaten or even kill that woman.
* * *
Adrian impatiently tapped his knee, the sound echoing in the room.
“Your Majesty!”
The door burst open, and Adrian’s hopes rose, thinking it was the news he’d been waiting for.
However, upon seeing Princess Verne, his enthusiasm deflated.
‘It’s taking quite a while.’
The task he had assigned was simple enough, yet there had been no word. He began to worry.
Surely, they hadn’t been caught like fools?
Regardless, he hoped for news: that the Duke had been crippled, blinded, or at least scarred.
“Explain yourself! What is the meaning of this?”
Princess Verne’s outrage was clear as she confronted Adrian, her voice loud and her eyes blazing with anger. She was trembling with humiliation, holding a crumpled newspaper as if ready to hurl it at his face.
“Princess, please, mind your manners before the king…”
Smack.
“How dare you interrupt me. Do you take me for a fool?”
The slap turned Lady Eston’s head sharply to the side.
She was someone Adrian had personally assigned counsel to assist during the Princess’ stay at the palace. The fact that the Princess resorted to violence, especially in front of the king, showed how deep her wound to her pride was.
“Princess, I understand you’re upset, but let’s maintain some decorum.”
“Do I look like I can calm down? Treating me this way is an affront to the entire kingdom of Eponsen. My engagement to the king is not a personal matter!”
Princess Verne threw the newspaper to the floor, her frustration so overwhelming that maintaining politeness was impossible.
