Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Chapter 23.“What is that woman saying? Father, immediately catch those bastards! That daring to me...!”

Ticle was in a state where his eyes flipped to the point of not even caring about the Summerhild Duke.

Anyway, having suffered that yesterday, there's no way he can think normally.

Before Ticle's words even finished, the Count who stood up abruptly slapped Ticle's cheek hard.

How strongly he hit, a sound like tearing flesh rang out.

“Father...?”

Ticle looked back with a shocked face, but the Matek Count lowered his head toward us.

“I'm sorry. This is all because I educated my child wrongly. That immature guy doesn't even know well about the family's business. I'll educate properly so this won't happen again, so please forgive.”

“Father, what on earth... No, that...!”

“Shut up! Where is the rampage in front of the Duke! Moreover even spreading false rumors!”

At the sharp momentum of the Matek Count, Ticle closed his mouth and glared at me.

“I don't even want to see the appearance! Immediately go out!”

“Father!”

“Aren't you listening to my words! I said go out immediately!”

Ticle couldn't go against his father's will even while glaring at me until the end.

When Ticle went outside, the Matek Count immediately lowered his head.

“I'll educate the unworthy son well. So Duke please also clear the misunderstanding. There's no evidence either, it's not a matter worth the Duke stepping in for nothing.”

The Summerhild Duke leaned his body on the chair as if even the fact that such words came out itself was annoying.

“Right, I understand the Count's situation. I also believe the Count.”

“Then...”

“But Count, once such words entered the ears, I also can't just let it pass. Since it's mutual misunderstanding, how about investigating even formally?”

“Yes?”

“Then is it the meaning to tell me to just believe the Count's words and return?”

“How could that be! How dare I... Absolutely not such meaning.”

The thought the Matek Count is having now was obvious.

Since he absolutely won't find evidence, he'll pretend not to know with a straight face.

“Then this matter, our ducal house will formally organize an investigation team and send.”

“W-wait a minute, Duke. Are you planning to investigate directly from the Summerhild ducal house?”

The Matek Count asked trembling.

“That's so, but is there any problem?”

“Honestly for us it's a bit uncomfortable. I hope a third party unrelated to this matter takes charge...”

“Is that not trusting me?”

The Summerhild Duke glared at the Matek Count.

“S-sorry! But for us it's also an extremely sensitive matter...!”

The Matek Count didn't bend his will even while bowing and lowering his waist.

The Summerhild Duke looked at him and said as if bestowing great generosity.

“Good. Then entrusting this matter to a third party unrelated to us will do.”

“Then I during that time...”

A sense of relief of having bought time flashed across the Matek Count's face.

But the Summerhild Duke cut off the Matek Count's words and said to me.

“The matter became like this. Can I ask, Duchess Valfruga?”

“W-wait! The Duchess Valfruga is with the Duke...!”

The Summerhild Duke suddenly kicked the table with his foot.

Thud!

The table carved from a whole tree fell to the floor making a noisy sound.

“Hey, Matek Count. Are you going to keep saying this won't do that won't do? I think I'm looking at the Count's circumstances quite a lot right now.”

The Summerhild Duke snapped irritably.

In front of the Summerhild Duke twice as huge as himself, the Matek Count looked infinitely small.

“B-but...”

“Anyway since it's an investigation for justification, at longest half a day. But if you keep picking fights over every little thing saying this is dislike that is dislike, won't this side become more suspicious? Moreover Valfruga has more acquaintance since trading with the Count than me? Don't you think I'm looking at the Count quite a lot with this level?”

“S-s-sorry! I was short-sighted!”

The Matek Count hurriedly lowered his head.

The Matek Count was not an eloquent person to the extent of being able to turn the Summerhild Duke's heart with just a few words.

In the end, at the Summerhild Duke's raw pressure, the Matek Count had no choice but to accept our investigation.

Unlike bowing to the Summerhild Duke, the Matek Count raised his chin and looked down at me.

It was clearly an attitude of looking down on us.

“Understood. Then there's no choice. I hope the investigation ends well, and the contract with the Valfruga ducal house also ends well.”

The Matek Count said emphasizing the word contract.

It was talking about selling hard iron, which was the purpose of us coming to the Count house first.

If the Matek Count's corruption is caught and he collapses, we who sell hard iron to him also had no choice but to collapse.

He deliberately emphasized that fact, and conveyed the meaning of ‘do well’ even if something is found.

“Good. Since the Count also agreed, I ask well, Duchess. Is there a talent worth recommending?”

The Summerhild Duke looked at me with shining eyes.

But if there's something the Matek Count didn't calculate, I no longer have the heart to sell hard iron to the Matek Count house.

Him accepting the Summerhild Duke's proposal, and us investigating the Matek Count house, were all a well-planned plan from the beginning.

I smiled brightly and opened my mouth as matched in advance.

“There's just the right person!”

I clapped and pointed to Treon standing behind us.

“He's my butler, works extremely well and is smart! 10 years ago he was even scouted by His Majesty!”

“Hoo. Was there such a talent in Valfruga? Then Duchess. Can you send your butler to me for a while?”

“Anytime!”

The Matek Count's gaze changed as if seeing a well-behaved dog.

“Matek Count, do you agree?”

When the Summerhild Duke asked, the Matek Count nodded without hesitation.

“Yes. Rather since it became like this, we also want to quickly clear this unfairness.”

Of course.

Since it's an opponent who couldn't even scream properly once while tormenting his son for 10 years, how ridiculous it would be.

But they looked down on Treon too much.* * *Treon accompanied the Duke's knights and searched the Matek Count castle without restraint.

Whether liked or not, entering and exiting the Matek Count house is 10 years.

The structure of the castle was clear even with eyes closed.

Treon headed to Ticle Matek's office.

Ticle chased Treon, but Treon didn't particularly stop him.

He just did what he had to do.

He rummaged the documents placed on the desk, and opened and overturned all the drawers.

The books stuck in the bookshelf fell randomly to the floor, and the cushions neatly placed on the sofa were torn and became a mess.

The place Treon passed was a mess as if a thief had entered.

Ticle was not of a generous character to the extent of watching someone else, and that someone he thought was his subordinate, rummage his space.

Finally when Treon touched the liquor cabinet he cherished, Ticle shouted.

“What on earth are you trying to do!”

Treon held a liquor bottle and asked.

“What?”

“What? Whaaat? Is this now trying to go all out?”

Treon opened the stopper and sprayed the liquor inside to Ticle.

“This...!”

“Um. Didn't hide anything inside the liquor bottle. This is also a quite famous method. Just in case, check every single liquor bottle.”

Treon instructed the knights.

The knights according to Treon's order broke all the liquor bottles with spears.

The liquor bottles shattered into pieces and the liquors contained inside flowed outside.

Ticle who saw in real time his cherished collection becoming a mess had his eyes flip.

“This bastard really...!”

When Ticle grabbed Treon's collar, the knight beside stepped forward.

Treon stopped the knight with his hand and said.

“Please let go of this, Sir Ticle. I am only doing a legitimate investigation according to the Duke's order right now. Does such action of Sir Ticle mean not complying with the Duke's order?”

When mentioning the Duke, Ticle's face turned red.

The raised fist trembled.

But in the end he couldn't hit Treon.

When Ticle's fist came down, Treon roughly pushed Ticle.

And adjusted the disheveled clothes.

“Ha. No matter how much you rampage, do you think evidence will come out? It's useless. If only there's no evidence, the Summerhild Duke will also punish your master?”

“Why can't I find the evidence?”

Treon approached the fireplace.‘No way. No way.’ Ticle's heart beat anxiously.

There was a hidden safe in that fireplace.

Contrary to Ticle's expectation, Treon pressed the decorations hanging near the fireplace in order.

Clunk.

The sound of the secret device opening was heard and the fireplace slowly turned.

Treon lifted the piled document bundle and scanned with his eyes.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

“You, youuu!”

Ticle rushed but this time was blocked by the knight.

“You, you this bastard! How did you that...!”

“Isn't the affairs of the world quite strange? I don't know if you remember. Isn't this what I operated when I collapsed hit by you.”

“What nonsense!”

Treon smiled as if he knew it would be so.

“As expected. You don't remember. I knew it would be so. You never thought even once that I could mess you up. So that's why you acted so stupidly in front of me.”

“This...”

Ticle struggled roughly but couldn't escape the knight's strong hands.

“If you want to hit, hit. Then I'll tell the Duke that you interfered with the investigation.”

“You and that woman too! Riding on the halo of the Summerhild ducal house and rampaging without knowing your place! Even so you...!”