[Chapter 151] marriage registration form

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Roardnes skimmed over the headlines of the newspaper that Neil and Vincenzo were reading to him.

[Was it the blue-eyed royal family who spread the rumors of the ominous red-eyed monster?]

[The will of the gods was the daughter of the East, not the daughter of the West!]

[Doris Castagna's Lies and Truths]

[Did Doris Castagna really kill Bardenaldo Ronta? The truth and testimony of that night.]

"The newspapers are going crazy after seeing the miracle."

"Should we send a letter to correct them?"

"Leave it. No matter what they say, they'll only have good things to say about me now."

Roardnes replied indifferently to Vincenzo's worried question.

"And that woman?"

It was a question about Doris, who was imprisoned in the dungeon. Neil quickly replied.

"Don't even ask. The guards have never seen such a stubborn person. She's refusing to eat a single meal and is insisting on meeting Your Highness, but she doesn't seem to know that our flower... no, our future Crown Prince Your Highness doesn't blink an eye at such threats."

"Feed her properly. Even if it's by force."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to make her walk on her own feet to the guillotine."

The footsteps of the aides who were heading to the office together paused for a moment and then became busy again.

"Are you going to execute her without a trial?"

"Are you saying you're going to have a public execution?"

Roardnes, who had already reached his office, ignored Neil and Vincenzo's continued questions and opened the door.

A huge pile of documents was piled up like a mountain on the office desk.

"There will be a trial. The trial preparations are finished. The result is death. Both the daughter and the father. I'll cut off all the heads of the West and build a new one."

Roardnes smiled viciously and tapped his head twice with two fingers. Neil shivered and rubbed his arm.

Roardnes's work was terrifyingly fast.

"Then, taking advantage of this momentum, let's abolish the criminal investigation system..."

"No, leave that alone."

Neil blinked his big eyes. Roardnes sat carelessly in his seat and stared intently at one document.

"What about the guy we locked up separately?"

"Are you talking about the Grand Duke's butler?"

"Bring that guy here. Even if he's half dead, bring him here in a submissive state."

"That's my specialty."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Neil quickly pushed open the office door and ran out. Vincenzo approached Roardnes with an anxious look. Vincenzo's gaze shifted to the documents that Roardnes was fumbling with.

"Your Highness...?"

"Isn't human life interesting?"

His thick, long fingers slowly stroked his chin. The tip of his full, sensual lips twisted slightly.

In Roardnes' hand was a marriage registration form that the royal family had to submit and keep when they got married.

"Bardenaldo didn't sign the marriage registration with Doris Castagna."

While Adria stayed at the Great Temple, Roardnes turned the entire Prince's Palace and villa upside down.

In a secret room in the basement that he visited just in case, he found a safe, broke it, and acquired what he was holding now.

"What's more interesting..."

Roardnes flipped through the back pages. Vincenzo opened his eyes wide and looked at the paper. A sound of surprise escaped his lips.

"Oh!"

"He also kept the consent signature for the marriage registration between the Grand Duke and Adria."

As soon as Roardnes found the marriage registration, he felt a tingling sensation running through his spine.

It was a great harvest that started from a simple question: Could he simply gain the trust of Duke Pireta by not having a child with Doris?

"With this..."

"I think I can use that criminal investigation system differently."

Vincenzo immediately understood what he meant.

"Don't ask if I act on my own accord, or you and Grandma will make a fuss."

Roardnes, who had been smiling like a well-fed beast, suddenly looked at Vincenzo with shining eyes, as if he were testing him.

"I'm going to tell the Grand Duke's butler to write down the same thing, throwing Bardenaldo's marriage registration at him. Only, I'll write Adria Pireta's name for the woman who will become the Crown Princess."

"Your Highness!"

"I'm going to sell the marriage registration between the Grand Duke and Adria to the newspaper. I will announce to the public that Crown Prince Bardenaldo's heart chose Adria, and I will try to get rid of Duke Pireta, who conspired."

"What answer do you want from me?"

"If the power of the East is shaken by this, the Duke of Winston must support Adria."

"!"

"The marriage registration of Adria, which Crown Prince Bardenaldo kept arbitrarily, will be revealed by my hand. I will publicly admit my guilt and take responsibility. I'm going to make Adria, who was my brother's wife on paper according to the criminal investigation system, the Crown Princess."

Vincenzo barely managed to keep his body from collapsing. The voice coming out of Roardnes' mouth was neither asking for agreement nor asking for an opinion.

It was an order to simply follow as he had decided.

Vincenzo let out a great groan.

What more could he say when everything had already been decided?

It hadn't been long since he had heard the unbelievable truth that Adria and Bliere had switched bodies. He needed time to accept it.

"Compared to the things Bardenaldo has done, this is nothing. Instead, just shut your mouth so that Bardenaldo can no longer tarnish Mother's name."

Just by announcing such a fact, the image of the "saint" Bardenaldo would be ruined.

But Vincenzo couldn't stop Roardnes from doing what he was doing, who was the biggest victim of Bardenaldo's unforgivable deeds.

And that wickedly beautiful lord knows that very well.

"...You say you want to marry Princess Pireta in a very scary and difficult way."

Vincenzo replied with a deep sigh.

Just thinking about how to tell Kanyula about this complicated story gave him a headache.

Roardnes, who had a triumphant smile as he shook his head in defeat, suddenly stiffened at Vincenzo's next words.

"Shouldn't you tell the princess first that you want to marry her, rather than me?"

And Vincenzo tightly grasped that momentary hesitation as a lifeline.

To persuade Kanyula, appease the public, and gather the confused nobles to firmly establish Roardnes as the crown prince, he needed to buy time.

It was also a way for Roardnes, who seemed to only have Princess Pireta as his goal. He had to prevent Roardnes from mentioning a candidate for Crown Princess before becoming Crown Prince.

"Shouldn't you tell the princess first that you want to marry her, rather than me?"

Seeing Roardnes' face turn pale very slowly, Vincenzo was sure he had gained some time.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I had to face High Priest Teln.

Embarrassing questions followed, such as how was Avadelia and whether I had seen the face of the Lord.

Bliere looked pale than before, as if she had been tormented by Teln while I was asleep, and glared at me with a face that said, "Now you deal with that old man."

But I smiled brightly at Bliere and said to Teln.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything."

"Oh, is that so? First, take some medicine and think slowly..."

"Maybe it's the Lord's will that I can't remember."

Teln stared blankly at my lips and suddenly pulled out a handkerchief from his bosom and blew his nose.

Then he began to sob violently, shrugging his shoulders. One of his assistant priests quickly led Teln outside.

"You're such a fox, Adria. If you knew how hard I tried to walk softly while hearing the damn word 'saint,' you would..."

Even inside the carriage returning to the Grand Duke's mansion, Bliere chattered incessantly, even as Yona joined her and hugged her tightly, trying to calm her down.

When the carriage door opened, Neil and Vincenzo were waiting for us.

Bliere glared at me once, her mouth tightly shut because of her saintly image, and got off. Vincenzo gladly escorted her.

I took Neil's hand and got out of the carriage, looking around.

"Your Highness is in his office."

"Oh, I see."

I felt a little embarrassed that I had been caught looking for Roardnes, and I blushed slightly as I entered the mansion.

The space, where most of the servants had lost their jobs and been driven away, felt somewhat desolate. Marie, who hadn't quit, and Yona, who had come with us, began to diligently bring hot tea to the living room.

"Oh, Your Highness. And Gaspal came today."

"Gaspal?"

Bliere snatched Yona's words instead of me.

And at the same time, the living room door opened slightly.

A familiar face entered the living room.

Gaspal, whose clothes were as neat as before but whose face was bruised and haggard.

"That bastard is still alive. I should have drowned him in oil. How dare he look at me like that?"

As soon as Gaspal's eyes turned to us, Bliere jumped up and shouted sharply.

"Bliere."

When I quietly called her name, Bliere calmed down and sat down.

"I heard that the Second Prince imprisoned you in a special house. What brings you to the Grand Duke's mansion?"

Gaspal looked at me and Bliere alternately, calmly asking the question, and then Neil, who was standing guard at the door, hit him on the back of the head, and he bowed his head and answered.

"By the order of the Second Prince..."

"Look at you dragging out your words. What kind of way is that for a man to speak? Can't you speak properly?"

Gaspal's shoulders twitched at Bliere's scolding, and he finally raised his head with difficulty.

"I was called out for an important matter."

"You unlucky bastard."

"Bliere."

Gaspal looked shocked at Bliere's words and was eventually dragged away somewhere by Neil. Yona began to massage Bliere's shoulders with a relieved expression.

At that moment, Marie ran in through the open door.

"Madam!"

Marie hesitated between me and Bliere, not knowing who to report to, and finally reported to me.

"Your parents have come. What should I do?"

Bliere, who had been fanning herself, saying she was annoyed by Gaspal, stopped moving abruptly.

"Did my father come too?"

"Yes, Madam."

I turned my gaze to Bliere.

Bliere's eyes shook violently. Rossi, who was sitting silently beside her, took Bliere's hand tightly, and then Bliere finally sighed deeply and nodded.

"Show them to the living room."

I replied calmly.

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