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IWTGHFW CHAPTER 47

IWTGHFW

Episode 47


“His Highness the Crown Prince is entering.”

Once Rozen, who had entered last, sat down, the nobles—who had stood to show their respects—also took their seats. After confirming that everyone was present, Rozen gestured with his hand. A barred iron door installed on one side of the courtroom opened, and Reinolf stepped up onto the empty stand.

“Let’s begin the trial.”

The first to speak was Pynens, the one who had stabbed Reinolf. Wearing the Knights’ uniform, he sat among the Emperor’s faction nobles, in the seat belonging to the Pynens viscountcy. It seemed he was attending in place of his father, the viscount.

“After the captain was attacked, the mood in the Order was very bad. While I was training, Sir Reinolf picked a fight with me, and when I ignored him, he drew his sword and stabbed me in the shoulder.”

“Sir Reinolf picked a fight first?”

“Yes.”

“Other knights testified that you first harassed a palace worker named Ail. Do you deny that?”

“Yes. I have never harassed her.”

At Pynens’ brazen words, the handcuffed Reinolf’s hands clenched tightly. Rozen noticed it out of the corner of his eye, then gave Pynens a slight nod, as if telling him to continue.

“When I returned after a long time, all I heard about everywhere was Lady Ail. They said she had become prettier, so I just mentioned I was curious. That’s all.”

“And, ‘she’ll have a different flavor from a maid,’—?”

“I never said that.”

At this point, Rozen began wondering where Pynens’ shamelessness came from. More than five knights had testified identically: Pynens harassed Ail, and upon hearing it, Reinolf attacked him. There was no doubt about these testimonies.

Besides, he must know that Marquis Orion had even conducted a thorough investigation of all the maids. So what was giving him the confidence to keep stonewalling like this?

Suppressing his rising suspicions, Rozen looked toward Marquis Orion. Receiving his gaze, the marquis stood.

“As a result of our full investigation of the maids, twelve testified they had been harassed by Sir Pynens, and more than twenty said they had been directly assaulted. Five admitted to having improper relations with him.”

“None of that is true.”

“And it was also revealed that the judge in charge of Sir Pynens’ trial ten years ago was from a cadet branch of the Pynens viscountcy.”

“That’s true, but it’s not proof of corruption.”

What is wrong with this guy?

Rozen frowned, watching Pynens counter every one of Marquis Orion’s statements. What exactly was this? Did he have someone powerful backing him? The Pynens family was indeed part of the Emperor’s faction, but they weren’t some great house.

Compared to the marquis’ statements, backed by solid evidence, Pynens had no evidence at all—just repeated denials. Any decision-maker would side with the one presenting proof, yet Pynens looked entirely unshaken.

As Rozen thought hard about who might be backing him, he noticed a noble entering the courtroom late: Count Rev, who had barked loudly during the last meeting but ended up cowed by Rozen.

Come to think of it, I heard recently that the Emperor’s faction nobles were pushing Count Rev as their new leader.

Count Rev leaned toward Pynens, whispered something, then asked the Crown Prince for permission to speak. When Rozen nodded, he rose.

“I investigated the maids mentioned by Marquis Orion. All of them have recent records of receiving under-the-table payments. Here are the transaction details.”

“Under-the-table payments?”

“Yes. This means the maids were paid to give false testimony.”

The ledger he handed over made Rozen’s eyes narrow. It was an official document issued directly by the Imperial Bank, listing in detail the amounts transferred under each maid’s name.

Rozen looked at him, wordlessly requesting an explanation.

“We obtained this ledger from an anonymous informant and immediately investigated. The person who transferred the money to the maids was
”

Count Rev’s eyes swept across the room. Most nobles met his gaze without flinching.

His gaze stopped at one place.

“Count Poison.”

What?

Rozen’s eyes turned toward Count Poison, seated at the far end. The count showed no surprise, maintaining his usual kindly and serene expression. But when his gaze met the Crown Prince’s, he shook his head slightly, signaling that it wasn’t true.

Of course it couldn’t be true. Count Poison had been busy lately gathering intelligence on the Ain’t Kingdom’s prince throughout the entire empire. He wouldn’t have had the time to fabricate something like this.

So they’re trying to cut off my arms and legs.

This meant someone was exploiting the situation to dismantle the Knights and push Count Poison out. The ledger looked convincing, the testimony sounded convincing—and it came from not some low-ranking noble, but a count.

Even Rozen couldn’t dismiss it lightly.

Wondering what to do, Rozen glanced at Marquis Orion, whose face was shadowed with anger—his pride as head of the Intelligence Bureau clearly wounded.

“Since new evidence has surfaced, the trial will be postponed while we investigate its authenticity.”

With that, Rozen rose from his seat and left the courtroom.


Damn it. Damn it!

The ever-composed Marquis Orion now wore an expression steeped in despair. Unable to contain his frustration, he punched his own thigh.

“That’ll only hurt you, Marquis.”

“
Your Highness.”

Entering the Intelligence Bureau office, Rozen clicked his tongue and sat across from him. The marquis couldn’t even meet his eyes, his gaze fixed downward.

“As head of the Intelligence Bureau, I failed to detect such a petty ploy. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not petty. The fact that it slipped past you means it was carried out with extreme subtlety—likely with someone above Count Rev involved.”

“Above Count Rev
?”

“Who else? His Majesty the Emperor.”

Rozen sighed deeply.

No wonder things had been quiet lately. I should’ve known he’d eventually make a move.

The Emperor had delegated full authority to the Crown Prince, but he still disapproved of him. In truth, the transfer of power had not been voluntary; his worsening health had forced his hand. If he had been in good health, he would still be clutching power tightly, keeping his sons in check for fear they’d steal it.

Although incapable of running the government himself, the Emperor had consistently worked behind the scenes to obstruct Rozen. With Marquis Barrel, his pawn, removed, things had quieted for a while, but now it seemed Count Rev had been positioned to fill the void—and he was already making moves.

“Did the maids actually receive the money?”

“
Yes. Money was indeed deposited into their accounts. But they said they had no idea such large sums had been transferred. The bank gave them no notice.”

“Track down the bank employees who failed to inform them. Put the squeeze on them, and something will turn up. And we have to prove that Count Poison didn’t send the money—or find out who really did.”

“
I’ll do my utmost.”

The marquis’ usual calm, smiling demeanor was gone—he looked dead serious. Never before in his tenure as director of the Intelligence Bureau had his pride taken such a blow. For the sake of restoring that pride, and the Bureau’s prestige, they had to find the true sender.

Seeing his determination, Rozen smiled faintly. With that look in his eyes, there was nothing to worry about—when Marquis Orion got serious, there was nothing he couldn’t uncover. That was why Rozen had placed him in charge.

“There’s a limit to how long we can postpone Sir Reinolf’s trial. People are already complaining because Narraine’s trial is delayed.”

“I’ll move as quickly as possible.”

“Good.”

Rozen rose, patting the marquis on the shoulder.

If the Emperor had personally made a move, then the Crown Prince would have to respond personally as well.

As he left the Intelligence Bureau, the golden light in Rozen’s eyes burned with the same fervor as the marquis’.


A “Closed Today” sign hung on Marian’s bakery. I told her this wasn’t something that would take so long that she had to close for a whole day, but she shook her head gravely.

“If the Intelligence Bureau came to me
 it means you already know everything.”

“Not everything, but I know the gist.”

I actually knew nothing—and I wasn’t even sure if this Marian was that Marian—but I said it anyway. I’d seen in dramas that if detectives said something like that, the other party would start spilling the truth.

“How much do you know?”

But Marian was a cut above those fictional characters. She dulled my senses with delicious bread and drinks, then hit me with that question. I almost lost myself in the buttery aroma before snapping back to my senses.

I had to answer carefully. If she realized I knew nothing, she’d clam up.

Chewing my butter bread slowly, I thought about how to answer in a way that sounded vague yet suggested I knew everything.

“I know the Imperial Family has been looking for that person.”

That should work. It sounded suitably important.

Her eyes shifted slightly at my reply. I feared she might tell me to leave, so I hurriedly stuffed more bread into my mouth. As I gulped down my juice, I heard her murmur softly—

“
I knew it.”

Knew it?

I swallowed my bread and waited for her to continue. Which kind of “knew it” was this? I knew you knew nothing? Or I knew you knew everything?

Judging by what came next, it seemed like the latter.

“The Intelligence Bureau is impressive. I thought I’d hidden it well, but you still found everything out.”

 

Her tone suggested she believed I truly knew it all. She even sighed faintly, as though resigned—her demeanor now was that of someone ready to answer any question I asked.

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I want to go home from work

I want to go home from work

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Score 10.0
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean

Synopsis

"What's your dream?"

Ever since I was a kid, whenever someone asked me that, I always had the same answer:

"A rich bum."

To fulfill my childhood dream of being a wealthy slacker, I’ve been working for 16 years straight!

Finally, I set my D-day and have been counting down the days to throw my resignation letter in my boss’s face...

"Ail, aren’t you leaving work?"
"I should. I really should
 but there's just way too much to do. Hahahahaha."

Suddenly, I find myself starting over in a world I've never even heard of.
And I’m a brand-new 20-year-old recruit?!

Well, it can’t be helped. I’ll just have to run toward retirement all over again!

 

A new office life begins, using my Korean work experience as my only weapon.
This time
 will I be able to retire in peace?

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