Chapter 51: The Chime of Freedom
-Layton...Layton...Do you know what I hate the most? When someone pretends to follow my orders but harbors different thoughts behind my back...That...Infuriates me.
-I heard you had a son...A deformed child.
-Your abomination of a child will be killed, while your wife will sire another offspring from a better seed.
-If she gives birth to another deformed child even after receiving another man's seed, then I'll have to dispose of her too.
Duchess Shmira’s words continue to echo in his mind.
Continuously. Endlessly. And forever.
The loyalty and devotion he had given so far were repaid with a dead son and a wife given away to another. And he is already powerlessly lying on the floor, only waiting for death.
I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you!
Even though he couldn’t even muster the strength to gnash his teeth and could only vent his anger in his mind, he actually knew.
No matter how much he curses in his heart like this, not a single hair on Duchess Shmira’s head will be harmed. Come to think of it, who else is there to blame? Only himself, who devoted loyalty to such a lord.
How ridiculous must he have looked to Duchess Shmira? How absurd must he have seemed, contributing to her until his back broke?