The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines

After arriving at Louerg and being assigned a room, Corleone took some time to relieve his fatigue,

Then he went to find his granddaughter - Yuriel.

The customs of the Alfred Family...

Despite being heavily pregnant, Yuriel tried to raise her upper body to bow, but.

"Don't."

Corleone waved his hand, stopping Yuriel as he rummaged through his pocket and placed some items inside Yuriel's room.

"Those are..."

"I bought these trinkets since they are known to carry good fortune for birthing a strong son."

These objects were simple trinkets with the symbol of the God in charge of Love and fertility.

Since the Gods were truly real in this world, preaching or creating other religions were acts subject to extreme punishment.

The items sold by peddlers who borrowed the names of the Five Gods just to sell their merchandise were illegal.

Although such things merited a light punishment. Light warning or cumulative fines at best.

Moreover, it was known to the majority of people that such items were a hoax.

Yet,

Even Yuriel herself had been unable to resist the impulse of buying such an item in the past, hadn't she?

Someone like Corleone would surely know that this item had no special effects at all.

Nevertheless, the reason for purchasing them would have been the feeling of wanting to grasp at straws.

If she happened to be unable to give birth to a son this time, those peddlers would be dragged to the underworld and live a life where they would rather die.

Failing to meet the Old Snake's aspirations...

Well, it suffices to say that there were better ways to commit suicide.

"Ah... Are you leaving al- already... At least have some tea!"

"Don't say things you don't mean. Yuriel."

As Yuriel tried to stop Corleone, who was about to leave the room after putting down the items and leaning on his cane, Corleone turned his head back with a chuckle.

"I am aware of what my presence here means to you. Being in the same room will only make you uncomfortable. That...Could be harmful for the child. Also, make sure to take care of your body so that there are no complications with child childbirth."

Yuriel frowned as she observed her Grandfather leaving the room without even listening to her answer.

Even though it wasn't for her sake, but for the child she carried...

......This was the first time she felt her Grandfather's kindness.

*****Although he had come to Louerg out of concern for Yuriel's childbirth, if that was his only reason, then Corleone could have departed in mid-October, arriving precisely in November.

But the Old Snake had his reasons,

His main reason was Yuriel, who would fulfill his dream.

The other was for the benefit of the Family.

The North had always been a barren land with very low tax rates since ancient times.

Therefore, each family had been taking advantage of the low taxes by having them conduct business on their behalf, but this time, Ferzen had been allocated a zone where taxes were completely exempted...

Naturally, they had to set foot there, didn't they?

Since he had snatched away his lovely granddaughter, it would be the duty of her husband to listen to the request of his grandfather.

"Hmph."

Just thinking about having various conversations with Ferzen in the office, Corleone's wrinkled face already held a repulsive joy along his mouth.

"Ah..."

As he took a step like that, Corleone very naturally encountered Euphemia walking from the other side.

Ferzen's main wife, and the former regent of Louerg.

Even though he had seen her a couple of times, this was the first time he had a private audience with her this closely.

"It's been a long time..."

This woman's spawn had bright golden eyes, with tufts of black hair still growing - Something that she seemed to have inherited from her father, Ferzen.

The spawn's name was Carlea.

Corleone silently gave a light nod to Euphemia, who greeted him while tightly holding that precious treasure in her arms.

Then, glancing at Euphemia passing by his side, he took another step.

This wench...She doesn't know the value of the blessing she has been granted...

Even if they diluted with such a poor lineage, the noble blood of Brutein would persevere.

And yet, this unsightly woman possessed neither outstanding beauty nor talent to deserve this gift.

"Tsk."

Corleone was very displeased that such a womb, which would be unsatisfactory even as a seed-bearer, had conceived and given birth to a child with Brutein's seed.

But even he clearly distinguished between public and private matters.

In fact, what did it matter whether his granddaughter Yuriel became Ferzen's concubine or legal wife?

In the end, as long as she could give birth to a child and deliver him to Alfred, then that was all that mattered.

These feelings were simply an irritation.

An annoyance that heard its head by seeing the Brutein's line mixing with such vulgar blood.

After some wandering, Corleone arrived in front of Ferzen's office, refusing to let the Maids ask for Ferzen's permission.

He simply gave a light knock on the door before entering.

Then Ferzen, who was reviewing documents, immediately frowned and opened his mouth.

"Just leave the documents you brought and get out. I'll allow your plans."

"Not even going through a simple discussion... Does that mean you trust me that much?"

"If you want to receive even a little of my goodwill, it would be best to put away that disgusting way of speaking."

Every time he heard Corleone's voice laced with cumbersome familiarity, Ferzen felt the urge to grab that Old Snake by the collar and throw him out the window.

"Hohoho...What a nasty way of speaking...Tsk, Woe is me...My granddaughter has been snatched away by such a man...And he won't even let me see her..."

"The only time Yuriel and I will personally visit you is for your funeral. If you wish for this to happen sooner than later, then by all means, keep irritating me."

"Hoho...Such fierceness...However, isn't it a little hard for a Lord who has to lead a territory while trying to oversee some business? I could give you some held."

Throb!

The more they talked, the more a headache seemed to rise, so Ferzen pressed his temples tightly.

Not only that unique way of speaking towards him, but the flow of his gaze that seemed to scan his entire body was so unpleasant that it made him want to vomit.

"I don't need your help. The reason I'm approving this matter is simply because I will have an excuse to deal with Alfred should you make a mistake. So, you're free to cause as much trouble as you want. But know what should you do, I'll make the Alfred Family disappear."

Even though he said this.

The Old Snake wouldn't handle Ferzen a dagger to pierce his heart.

That's why Ferzen could guess that Corleone's proposal would be quite sound.

"Hmm..."

After saying those words, it was clear that it was impossible to continue the conversation any longer,

While Corleone could forcibly start a new discussion, he didn't bother with it and obediently turned his back.

There were plenty of opportunities anyway.

Just as he was about to return to his assigned room...

Squeak-.

The Old Snake turned his head towards the sound of a wheelchair echoing from the other end of the corridor.

The last survivor of the Claudia family.

Lizzy Poliana Claudia.

No, should she be called Lizzy Poliana Louerg now?

"......"

"......"

Even though their gazes clearly met, the pitiful woman ignored him and passed by.

"How pathetic."

Corleone sneered at that seemingly insignificant, forced resilience.

"Is it fun living a life where you spread your legs miserably beside the man who erased your life, family, and household?"

Creak.

The wheelchair that had been silently passing by without answering stopped at Corleone's next words.

At that, Corleone also turned his body and fully gazed at the venomous violet eyes.

"Even with your enemy in front of your eyes, you do nothing. Could it be that you're planning something by trying to carry his Child as well?"

"Who knows? However, you gain nothing by provoking me this way. You accused me of doing nothing, now what would you think if I stained my hands with Yuriel's blood?"

"......"

"That would be interesting, wouldn't it? Both you and that man would be hurt by that."

"Tsk, as always, the one who keeps barking is the wretched mutt."

Even at Lizzy's brutal threat, Corleone didn't bat an eye.

If she was going to do that in the first place, she would have done it long ago.

"I've watched many human beings crawling at the bottom. In that sense, hating Ferzen and causing him pain seems to be the only meaning in your life. Truly a vain obsession of worthless dregs."

"......"

"Your hate...Your venom...Is pathetic. A weak woman like you can't even hold a sword against a Child conceived by their enemy's seed."

Rather.

"Dregs like you, who think of punishing people with their existence...Will only suffer more and more, for nothing. You will rot away in time, the malice you carry will also crumble. Your resolve is weak. Truly, what a waste."

With a snort, Corleone smirked at Lizzy.

"You see girl. Human emotions tend to fade away and numb over time. No matter how intense the emotion, there are no exceptions. In the end, that emotion vanishes, and this stubbornness of yours will chain you down...I can see it already, you submit to him. All that hate is simply a way for you to mask the yearning for the happiness and family you lost...And the funniest part? You will find it at the bosom of your enemy."

"And you're the proof of that...?"

When Lizzy retorted, discarding even the pretentious respect, Corleone laughed with a raspy sound.

"Most people call those who harbor emotions that don't fade over time crazy. Madness they call it."

Compassion.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Emotions that even oblivion through time cannot intervene.

The Old Snake took a woman who resembled the younger sister of the 42nd Head of Brutein as his wife.

In order to obtain Brutein's seed, the Old Snake destroys his granddaughter's life, raising her with a single goal.

Even though the direct bloodline is clearly alive, he entrusts the family's generation to a branch family that carries the Brutein blood.

"Can you do it then, girl? Can you live like me?"

Corleone doubted she could.

By taking a woman just because of her resemblance to the young sister of the 42nd head of Brutein, he turned away from the emotion called love.

By 'raising' his granddaughter with the single goal of bearing Ferzen's seed, he discarded the emotion known as compassion.

In Corleone's view, the first one might be somehow possible, but he thought Lizzy could never do the second one.

Even though the human race can be as cruel to others as they want compared to themselves.

They were truly animals that found it difficult to be cruel to their families compared to themselves.

"......"

Seeing that Lizzy didn't answer as she simply gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, Corleone smile widened as he continued to walk.

So weak and fragile.

Ironically, even the things living in the Underworld are not called demons by humans,

But monsters.

Then, where is the origin of demons?

Simple,

It was none other than humans themselves.

Yes, in the dictionary sense, the closest thing to a demon is none other than a human.

That's why Lizzy's behavior was just absurd from Corleone's point of view.

Also, that's why he was so obsessed with Brutein.

For him, the closest thing to his 'humanity'...

Would be the meaning and prestige that Brutein and its history carried.