[Chapter 153] The end of the Castagna family (1)

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"Who made this fake newspaper!"

Doris threw the crumpled newspaper onto a plate of moldy bread.

The chipped plate couldn't withstand the impact and broke with a dull thud.

"Is anyone there? Over there! Over there, you! Call the Second Prince Roardnes!"

"Don't make a fuss."

"Who do you think you are telling me to shut up?"

Today was Doris' trial.

Doris had known for a long time, through a secret letter sent by her mother, the Duchess of Castagna, that she was doing everything she could to rescue her from the West.

Doris didn't care about her image in the prison she would soon be leaving.

"Bring me real news, not this fake newspaper! Let me see Roardnes! People are being deceived! There's no way a dead person can come back to life! Bring Bliere Acacia! I don't know when that idiot came up with such a scheme, but she can't fool my eyes!"

There was only evil left in her body, which she couldn't eat properly.

The two guards guarding the prison door covered their ears at the start of Doris' rampage today, and eventually couldn't stand it and left.

Doris glared at the guards as they shook their heads and left.

"Call Roardnes! Call Roardnes!! Call Bliere Acacia! My maids too!"

She had been screaming so much for the past few days that her throat was about to bleed.

Although she felt a chill in her body, it was a pretty good treatment.

Because she wasn't a complete criminal before the trial, she stayed in a fairly clean room, even though she received a chipped plate and stale food.

"Nora Jusetta... you ungrateful bitch... as soon as you get out, I'll get even with you and Bliere Acacia."

"Who says so?"

"!"

Doris' head shot up, sitting on the bed and ruminating on the humiliation. Two women in splendid attire stood outside the bars.

"Nora Jusetta!!"

It was Nora and Irene.

"How dare you, addressing your master like that?"

"Who's my master?"

Nora snorted.

It was absurd.

Doris could not overcome her violently beating heart and got up to get closer to the bars. Behind Nora, who was dressed particularly splendidly today, Irene was covering her mouth and sobbing.

"I don't have a master, you damn bitch. I regret the time I spent being bossed around by you. I'm really looking forward to the trial today."

Doris glared at Nora with eyes that seemed about to pop out of her sockets at the fierce voice.

With the same gaze that had captivated the social world, Nora did not avoid her eyes but looked straight at her.

That was the kind of woman she was originally. Doris tried to regain her composure and widened her eyes even more. Nora snorted at the sight of her face.

"The West has already abandoned you. No matter how much you try to attach Rafaella Castagna to Prince Epero, it won't work this time, will it? The Empress is furious about the atrocities committed by your father."

Doris's brow furrowed sharply.

"How dare you..."

"The assassinations that your husband instigated and your father carried out. It's already been exposed, and tomorrow all the newspapers will be full of that story. I'll tell everyone about the things you did to ruin my husband. Just wait."

Doris, who was filled with anger, paused for a moment.

"Nora... how did you..."

"You seem to have forgotten. I was your maid. How could I not be aware of that? I clearly remember your hypocritical smile every time the Empress fainted. The expression you made pretending to care about my husband while giving him cheap medicine."

Unable to contain her anger at the rude remarks, Doris finally shouted.

"Castagna can't abandon me. Don't talk back, you dog who bites your master! Just wait until the trial is over. I'll definitely take your head first!"

"Doris Castagna."

Nora Jusetta leaned close to the bars and spat out the words.

"My name is not Nora, it's Noura, you stupid woman."

"!"

"Someone who can't even call their own dog's name properly, pretending to be a master..."

Her contemptuous eyes disappeared.

Doris screamed so loudly that the prison seemed to ring, then gritted her teeth and turned her gaze to Irene, who remained.

"Irene! Irene! How is Count Ciscometin? Surely he will be with my family..."

"Really, I'm disappointed, Your Highness."

Irene finally dropped tears much thicker than before.

"I thought Your Highness was truly a kind person. I begged my father countless times to rescue Your Highness. I firmly believed in the kind image you showed me!"

"Irene!"

"But what is this? What about the image you showed at the saint's enthronement ceremony? You have betrayed me who has followed you and fought with my father to protect you until the end! You even tried to poison Her Highness Bliere... and now she is truly a saint!"

"Irene, listen to me!"

"No, I won't help Your Highness anymore. I don't want to be Your Highness's 'dog' either. And who knows?"

Irene wiped her wet cheeks with her hand and glared at Doris resentfully.

"Your Highness ordered my father to be killed, or maybe you sent me poison too."

"Irene! Irene!"

The wounded young lady turned her back, shedding tears.

It was unavoidable to reveal the secret to Nora Jusetta, but it was a serious problem that Count Ciscometin, who was Doris' biggest supporter, turned his back.

Doris grabbed the iron bars and shook them violently.

"Let me out! Let me out!! Irene! Irene!!"

Irene, who had been so loyal to her, left the room without looking back. Doris stood there blankly, momentarily speechless with overwhelming anxiety.

That was when.

A woman's shadow fell on the corridor where the shadow had disappeared.

'It's Irene!'

If she could just coax the soft-hearted Irene...

But soon, Doris' face, which had been filled with hope, hardened.

"You were looking for me? Did you come to greet me? Have you finally figured it out?"

Bliere approached, swaggering with a gesture typical of a noblewoman.

Her swaggering gait and her habit of spitting out curses as she breathed made her look like nothing more than a street thug.

Doris was speechless and stared at Bliere, overwhelmed by the sudden sense of incongruity. Her lips, which were about to scream, only fluttered helplessly.

"Look at you staring. Did you really not eat anything? You look so alive. Crazy."

She should have cursed as soon as she saw her, but no words came out.

"Lower your eyes, you dwarf-like bitch."

It was because of the terrifying murderous aura emanating from the woman who was so impolite, a woman who had completely lost her previous dull expression.

She took an involuntary step back, but then stopped. No, she was stopped.

A white hand, without hesitation, reached through the iron bars and grabbed Doris's collar, twisting it violently.

With a gasp, her thin body slammed roughly against the cold iron bars.

"You're the one who tried to kill my sister, aren't you?"

When her green eyes met Doris's directly, Doris' legs began to tremble.

"How dare you. How dare you... Bliere, how dare you..."

There was no time to feel the suffocating tension.

"Guard! Where did the guard go! Guard..."

No matter how much she twisted her body, she couldn't move. An irresistible force relentlessly attacked Doris's white cheek.

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The trial began very late in the afternoon.

The trial, which was originally scheduled to begin at noon, was delayed because of the Second Prince Roardnes.

Roardnes ordered the trial to be held in the central plaza where the saint's enthronement ceremony was held, instead of the courthouse.

The Emperor agreed, and the Empress strongly supported it.

It was nothing short of a humiliation for Doris, who was a noble, especially a member of the royal family.

The public courtroom, decorated more grandly and magnificently than the saint's enthronement ceremony, seemed like a festival they had deliberately planned.

When she was told about the public trial, Doris stomped her feet, refusing to attend, but was eventually dragged out by the guards.

The cheek that Bliere had slapped still stung.

Unfortunately, the guards had already been bribed by Bliere, so no one would testify that Doris had been beaten.

Her swollen cheek, along with the fact that she had just been crying, made it look like her face was just swollen from crying.

Remembering the rough hands that had pinched her flesh until it seemed to tear off, her legs trembled.

It felt strange that the charges against the Duchess of Castagna, which were being recited by someone in the courtroom, were someone else's.

Surprisingly, even though everything was true, what she and her father had done, Doris's stomach was boiling with resentment.

"Roardnes..."

No matter how much she looked up at Roardnes, who was sitting in the upper seat with a pale and pitiful face, he didn't change his expression.

Ah, he was always like that.

A charming devil who hid a knife behind his sensual smile and hid his sincerity behind his gentlemanly gestures.

She couldn't even muster a wry smile.

"That's all. Based on the unanimous testimony of all the witnesses and the clear evidence, this court hereby pronounces the following sentence."

Roardnes' red gaze finally turned to her. Doris looked up at him desperately, tears streaming down her face.

If he didn't love her, she wanted to at least evoke sympathy from him by using her position as the wife of the brother he loved so much.

"The judges unanimously sentence the Duchess of Castagna, who attempted to assassinate six of Your Highnesses, to death. Furthermore, Doris Castagna, who is suspected of attempting to assassinate His Highness Prince Bardenaldo, attempted to assassinate Her Highness Grand Duchess Trovika, and tried to kill the maid Bliere Acacia, is also sentenced to death. And afterwards, as compensation for the damage to the royal family..."

Following the judge's absurd sentence, Roardnes, who was sitting in the upper seat in place of the Emperor, opened his mouth coldly.

"Confiscate all the property of the Castagna family and exactly half of the Castagna family's territory will belong to the royal family. Also, the dukedom bestowed upon Castagna will be revoked."

The nobles of the West who were watching the trial fainted one after another. Only then did Roardnes give Doris a smile that was worse than no smile at all.

It was a smile without a single trace of human affection, just a shell.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!"

A metallic sound came out of the mouth of the Duchess of Castagna, who had just regained consciousness with Rossi's help.

Roardnes nodded slightly in response.

The judges quickly left, and a guillotine took their place. A crowd of people, no less than those at the saint's enthronement ceremony, flocked to the platform like a cloud to witness the devil's end.

The Duke of Castagna was tied to the guillotine as soon as he regained consciousness from the poison his daughter had sent.

"This can't be! This can't be!! It's all Doris' fault! Your Highness! Your Highness, I haven't done anything wrong!!"

The louder his screams, the louder the cheers.

Empress Grace, sitting beside Roardnes, quietly watched the moment.

When the head of the King of the West finally rolled to the ground, Epero took Empress Grace's hand tightly.

Grace sobbed in her son's arms.

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