I opened my mouth with a smile.
“That's impossible.
You're my escort knight.
Besides, this cake is a gift for Baracle, so I really need it.”
Upon hearing this, Janet looked delighted and smiled.
“Right?
I knew you would never abandon me, I was the one who swore allegiance to you, ma’am.”
As we laughed together, I still felt suspicious of her words.
But I still don't understand.
Why did you suddenly swear allegiance to me?
She certainly hadn't informed Eric of my survival yet.
If I had told him, that man would not have searched the river in vain.
Is his goal to reduce the grand lady's punishment?
Of course, being the obedient son he is, he might do that, but is there really a need?
However, with the current evidence, they wouldn't be able to impose a harsh punishment on the Grand Lady.
Although a tea bag was hidden by the maid in my room back, there was no clear evidence that she intended to harm my child.
Furthermore, the herb wasn't just for abortion; It was also used as a medicine for menopausal women, so if she claimed to have taken it herself, that would be enough.
Tests of the tea Twinkle drank did not detect any poison either.
However, letters exchanged between the Grande Madame and Madeleine still exist.
The letter Madeleine wrote, expressing her excitement at seeing me bleed.
Of course, she could also attribute it to Madeleine's instigation, and she could claim that she didn't actually do it.
But the circumstances are still very suspicious, so you won't be able to avoid punishment.
From now on, you will be ostracized from high society.
Moreover, the Emperor now had reasons to put pressure on the family of the Duchy of Brant, so it would be difficult for them to exercise power as they had before.
Since his mother would not be subjected to harsh punishment, why would that person do such an annoying act?
Suddenly, I remembered the words I heard in the salon.
“Well, I wonder if he's finally starting to feel remorse now.”
Recalling this ridiculous idea, I let out a hollow laugh.
Regret?
That can't be true.
Eric Lennon Brant regrets my death?
This is something that can only exist in my imagination.
The reality I witnessed in the future was that he was relentlessly pursuing me, trying to kill me by any means possible.
If there was a reason for him to search for my body, this would probably be it.
Eric Lennon Brant is someone who cares a lot about public opinion.
For this reason, he is clearly trying to prove that he had nothing to do with the crimes committed by his mother.
This way, his ideal heroic image will not be tarnished.
I stopped laughing for a moment, and the car stopped.
We have arrived.
I found myself in front of the workshop.
When I entered the workshop, I was greeted by Nancy, Barackel's assistant.
“Welcome back!”
At first glance, her greeting seemed sincere, but her gaze was fixed on the cake Janet had brought.
“Where's Baracle?”
“The teacher works in a research laboratory.”
“It's best not to disturb him unnecessarily.”
He was probably busy producing firearms and developing the bulletproof vests I had previously ordered.
Since the matter I wanted to discuss was simple, there was no need to meet him directly.
“Nancy, could you please relay a few things to him on my behalf?”
"Of course!
By the way, it's amazing how just changing your hair makes such a big difference in your appearance."
Well, I didn't just change my hair, I changed my entire outfit, even my makeup.
However, I didn't directly respond to that and just smiled in response.
“All of this is thanks to the medicine you provided.”
“After all, thanks to the transformation potion from the workshop, I was able to change the color of my eyes and hair and safely escape from Twinkle.”
At that moment, Nancy asked with a smile, “So, what message would you like me to convey to the teacher?”
“Well, this is…”
Suddenly, Baracle's voice was heard from afar.
“Ma’am, please wait a moment!”
Soon, he came running towards me.
His carefully combed dark green hair and permanent monocle contributed to his cold and steely appearance.
But after a short time, he looked at me with tears in his eyes.
“I am wounded.
You came here, and yet you did not call for me...”
Seeing this, a sight I could never have imagined in the past, I sighed as I recalled the events of a few days ago.
Well, it was quite a sight a few days ago.
For my plan, maintaining secrecy was crucial, so I had ordered everyone except Sardine and Janet to keep the plan a secret.
For this reason, Baracle seemed to truly believe that I was dead.
Apparently, after hearing the news of my fall off the cliff, he stopped eating and drinking and spent his time crying.
When I arrived at the workshop, his carefully tied dark green hair was a mess, and his glasses were missing.
Most striking were his swollen, puffy eyes.
He looked at me with eyes that barely seemed focused, and then immediately fainted.
“Shh, ghost!”
Making this foolish statement.
Well, he must have been crying because he was worried about not getting funding to develop the bulletproof vest.
But still, it wasn't a bad feeling.
After all, someone shed tears over my death.
I laughed softly and said to Barackel,
“It's not a big deal, but I'm planning to leave the country soon, so I'd like you to make a lot of the transformation potion that I'll be using.
If there are any other individuals other than me who show interest in the red vials, please let me know.”
Barracle made a puzzled expression, then nodded slowly.
“Yes, understood.
If there is such a person, I will contact you immediately.”
For a moment, Barracle looked at me with a look of remorse.
“By the way, are you really planning to leave the capital?”
“Yes, it would be a problem if someone found out that I was still alive while I stayed here.”
“But still... wouldn't it be possible for me to accompany you?”
Seeing Baracle looking at me with pleading eyes, like a puppy, I gave a slight smile.
“You want to come with me?
I'm heading east; can you handle it?”
"Yes!"
His eyes filled with anticipation, but it quickly faded when I continued.
“No, that is not possible.”
There was no other choice.
After all, Baracle had to stay here to tell me about the secret instigator of the rebellion within the country.
Before my return, the rebels had gotten their weapons from this place.
So, it is clear that the instigator will once again demand weapons from Baracle.
The masterminds behind the rebellion remain unknown.
Of course, Franz could have been an incompetent ruler, which could have sparked the rebellion, but I think differently.
Those many firearms could not have been prepared if they had not been arranged before the Emperor's death.
In other words, the instigator likely planned the rebellion in advance, anticipating the death of the emperor.
However, in this life, that rebellion will not succeed.
I'll make sure to disappoint him.
While I was unconsciously clenching my fist, Barkle asked with a sigh, “When do you plan to leave?”
I smiled bitterly and replied, “In three days.”
"What?
But the trial is coming soon.
Aren't you going to wait for the results?"
“No, I already know the result.”
Even though my body was missing, Madeline at least showed intent to harm me.
That's because I formatted it to look that way.
I told you, if you touch my child, I will not leave you.
Madeleine was aware of the Grand Madame's plans, yet she chose to turn a blind eye to them all.
No, I went a step further.
Not only did she try to kill my child, she also wanted to make me sterile for life.
Moreover, when that chandelier fell, she looked happy and sad at the same time.
I didn't even need to ask what she was sad about.
That was my death.
So, I just pretended to be dead.
I made it seem as if the murder she thought of in her heart was her own doing.
While the evidence is weak and my body is missing, which would likely clear her of murder, the mere suspicion of Madeleine being involved in the death of a member of the royal family like me would result in her being punished.
However… since the Emperor wants to preserve the House of Arjin, she will not receive harsh punishment.
What the Emperor wants is a relative who will support Franz, not the fall of the Marquis of Argens.
Therefore, I have provided the necessary justification for the persecution of the Marquis of Argens.
Well, at least I got to watch that girl suffer.
Given Khali's temperament, it's clear how he would handle the family's embarrassment.
Continuous sounds were being heard from Marquis Arjen's headquarters.
"My dear, Madeleine is our daughter!
Do you really intend to leave it like this?
Try to bribe someone, or beg His Majesty the Emperor; do something!"
Despite his wife's cries of pain, the silver-haired, green-eyed man responded coldly.
“So, are you telling me to risk our family falling apart for the sake of that one child?”