“My master, I cannot thank you enough for bringing us closer to the realm of the gods. With this, I will be able to punish the darkness among the nobility without difficulty.”
Bridgette kneeled in front of me, looking as if she wanted to say, “Now, give me an order,” while the rest of the slaves followed and kneeled behind.
What would this scene look like to a complete stranger?
If I were that stranger, I’d definitely be confident enough to mistake us for an evil organization.
I overdid it.
No matter how many times I thought, it was too late since I was the one who trained them in the first place.
Then let’s just shake it off.
I think it’s inevitable that it’d turn out to be like this.
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“P–please stop! I’m sorry! Please stop! It was my fault!”
It was a dimly lit room, filled with damp air peculiar to basements and the cries of repentance from a commoner admitting to a false accusation while apologizing before me.
Oh, it feels so good.
While making them experience suffering, I enjoyed my glass of wine.
“Then will I have my two hundred white gold coins back?”
“Huh? Heh? Two hundred… white gold coins…?”
“That’s right. Two hundred white gold coins. They were supposed to be in the wallet you stole.”
What kind of idiot carries around two hundred white gold coins in his wallet?
Even among the nobility, there is no way they would do such a foolish thing, and even if there were, it would be too heavy to carry in a trouser or a wallet.
How many kilos did two hundred white gold coins weigh?
But…
“You’re the one who said you stole it! What are you doing, you b***h!?”
“Aguhhh!”
—He said he stole it, so be it.
I’m kind-hearted enough to believe in people.
“You’re not going to tell me you can’t pay me back, are you?”
“Well, there’s no way I have that much money…”
“Haa?”
“Hii! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
If he’s going to apologize, he shouldn’t have wasted my time talking from the beginning, but these kinds of people always come back at you in the same way, even though they have already admitted their guilt once.