Chapter 268
Gueuze was constantly looking for an excuse to behead Lewis.
If it were up to him, he would have already turned Lewis into one of the decorations hanging on his wall. While his preference was for women who had just come of age, making Lewis unsuitable for his tastes, that didn’t mean he couldn’t hang him up.
Lewis, as his own blood, carried a rare value, and eliminating this obstacle from his path would bring him immense satisfaction.
But actually acting on this desire wasn’t easy. Lewis was growing, and it wasn’t just Gueuze who noticed. Lewis was always surrounded by guards and maids, and those loyal to the king were loyal not to Gueuze, but to Lewis.
Gueuze grew anxious and increasingly threw himself into his twisted hobbies, the only outlet for his frustration. His hobbies were beyond reprehensible by societal standards, but once started, he couldn’t stop. Nor would he ever stop.
Yet recently, even finding ‘materials’ for his hobbies had become difficult, leaving Gueuze’s frustrations bottled up and unaddressed.
And then, on that fateful day, he finally acquired the perfect material—a rare find after so long.
Gueuze was utterly satisfied at first sight. After all, people can’t live on work alone. A good hobby adds richness to life.
“My mother is Catherine Nora Hare.”
“I’m carrying Your Highness’s child.”
Nonsense!