Chapter 35
āā¦Tie her up for now.ā
āJust tie her up?ā
āYes. When she wakes up, we will interrogate her, so donāt touch her without my orders.ā
āUnderstood.ā
While the knights tied up Charlotte, Armian called another servant to ask how Bella had lived in this household.
He had expected the answer since the first time he met Bella, wearing clothes worse than a maidās uniform.
āUnbelievableā¦ā
Bella ate hard bread every day, only wore dull clothes unless attending a party, and slept in a small, cold room worse than a storage closet.
She even endured Charlotteās constant slaps.
Except for being free of chains, her life was no different from his own as a slave.
But Bella wasnāt a slave. She was the legitimate daughter of the Rohiltern family, the only child of the former Count, and she should have lived with all the privileges of a noblewoman.
All of that was stolen by her uncleās deceit.
If thatās the case, I have to return her rightful position.
This wasnāt even revenge.
Iām simply giving back what was hers all along.
Armian walked upstairs from the basement.
Even though it was late at night, the mansion was brightly lit.
At the center of the first-floor hall, the Count was kneeling. When he saw Armian, his face turned pale and he looked away.
Armian walked toward him slowly.
It had only been a few days since they last met, but the Count already looked crushed.
āSo youāve heard, havenāt you?ā
The Count trembled, barely able to breathe.
āPlease spare me, Your Highness!ā
He bowed and shouted,
āI didnāt know my daughter was doing such things! I swear I didnāt know even a little!ā
āYou didnāt know?ā
āYes, I had noāā
āThe records clearly show that the Rohiltern lady bought a slave with family money, and you dare lie to me?ā
The investigators had thoroughly examined the Rohiltern familyās ledgers under the excuse of tax evasion. There were no secrets left. The Count lowered himself silently.
āEven if you truly knew nothing, youāre still guilty. Isnāt it a crime to fail to control your own child?ā
The Count wasnāt bold enough to argue that it was his wifeās duty to manage the children. He closed his eyes tightly, imagining his doomed future.
Then Armian softened his voice slightly.
āBut I understand that you might feel wronged.ā
He had scared the Count enough. Now it was time to set the trap.
āI will give you a chance to prove that you had nothing to do with your daughterās crimes.ā
āR-really?ā
āOf course.ā
Armian found the desperate look on the Countās face disgusting but held back his disgust.
āBut only if you succeed in the task I give you.ā
āTell me what to do, and Iāll do anything! Even if I must give half of my fortuneāā
āItās not such a big thing.ā
āThen⦠what is it?ā
āSign the papers to disown Charlotte Rohiltern from the family and name Bella Rohiltern as the heir.ā
ā!ā
āIf you do, I will hold only Charlotte responsible for all the insults I suffered.ā
Armian wanted Charlotte erased from the noble registry.
Once a noble was erased from the registry, the family could no longer protect them no matter what happened.
He was basically telling the Count that Charlotteās life could be spared if she was cast out.
When the Count stayed silent, Armian smiled.
āIs the decision so hard?ā
He let go of the Countās hair and stood up.
āPerhaps your corruption runs deeper than I thought. If you want to sink with your daughter, I will respect that choice.ā
āN-no!ā
As Armian turned to leave, the Count called out loudly to stop him.
The fear of the executionerās block moved him.
āMy daughter was always arrogant and lacked self-control. She hurt the servants and even Bella. Her reckless personality has now led to unforgivable sins. As her father, how can I allow this? If I shield Charlotte just because she is my blood, she will never learn to repent!ā
āSo?ā
āI will do as Your Highness saysā¦ā
Armian chuckled.
To remove a name from the noble registry, the head of the familyās signature and the approval of a royal were both needed. He couldnāt do it alone. Luckily, the Count was a coward.
Still, Armian gave one last push.
āThank you, Count. Now I donāt have to sign the papers ordering your execution.ā
āā¦ā¦!ā
The Count instinctively raised his head but quickly lowered it again when he saw Armianās cold eyes.
āThen Iāll trust you to handle this properly.ā
āYes⦠of course.ā
āThis is just a matter of signing papers. It wonāt take long, will it? Iāll come tomorrow to check.ā
āTomorrow?ā
āThereās no reason to delay what can be done today.ā
As Armian started to leave, he suddenly turned back.
āOr⦠are you planning something else in the meantime?ā
āN-no, never!ā
When Armian put his hand on the swordās hilt, the Count hiccupped in terror.
Father and daughter are both equally pathetic before the strong.
Armian smirked and left.
Heās gone?
The Count kept his head low like an ostrich until he was sure Armian had left. Then he let out a long breath and sat down.
The shame of begging like a dog to someone younger than himself was brief. Fear was stronger.
Heās coming back tomorrowā¦
Because Armian had declared it publicly, he was certain to return. The word of a royal carried weight.
The Count didnāt think Armian wanted the weak Rohiltern family for its power. He believed Armianās actions were because of Charlotte.
If I had known that fool had done such a thingā¦!
He never would have sent Charlotte to seduce the prince.
Now he shivered with regret and relief. He had angered the prince yet kept his head. That meant Armian probably wouldnāt kill him.
But Charlotte⦠sheās doomed.
After the recent scandal, she could never marry into a proper noble family. If sacrificing her guaranteed his safety, he didnāt mind offering her up.
He looked around at the knights who had stayed behind to watch him. Their presence was heavy and threatening.
If he didnāt do as Armian said by tomorrow, he couldnāt imagine what these knights might do.
āWhere is Charlotte? Where?ā
The Count, supported by a servant, asked about Charlotteās whereabouts.
Though he knew the mansion had a basement, it was his first time visiting it. As head of the house, he had never felt the need to go into such a dirty place.
As he descended the stairs, the cold, musty air hit his face. But before he could shiver, he heard voices.
Charlotte was awake.
āSo when are you going to let me go?ā
āCharlotte, my poor child.ā
The Countess cupped Charlotteās cheek as if comforting a wounded animal. Seeing a chance, Charlotte began to beg.
āPlease untie me, Mother. You know Iāll die if I stay here. The prince will kill me!ā
āā¦ā¦ā
āI didnāt even mean to do anything bad. I just bought a slave, thatās all. The real villain is the slave trader! Iām the victim here!ā
āDonāt get angry. Youāll ruin your pretty face, okay?ā
Hearing his wife spoil their daughter even now made the Count frown.
No wonder Charlotte grew up so reckless!