The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen - Chapter 361



361 – Wolfgang and Desmond -2-

Darvab frowned at the carriage standing before him.

“Who is it?”

The carriage was so extravagant that it hurt his eyes.

“…”

It wasn’t the founding festival period, yet the carriage was decorated as if it were for a festival. Darvab thought to himself.

‘It’s a monstrosity.’

Even though Darvab lacked aesthetic sense, he thought this was too much. It wasn’t like they had money to burn.

He could roughly guess the intention behind decorating the carriage. It would be strange if any noble didn’t know.

‘Must be a wealthy noble.’

They must have made the carriage like this to show off their family’s power. Owning a personal carriage was something an ordinary commoner couldn’t even dream of.

Darvab thought the owner of the carriage must be a wealthy noble, or perhaps a rich merchant.

There was just one thing he didn’t like.

“Hmm… A noble riding a carriage bigger than the emperor’s.”

The owner of the carriage had less sense than a newborn. Of course, he had no right to criticize how someone spent their own money, but still, he thought it was very short-sighted.

Darvab sneered at the carriage and spoke to the coachman blocking the way.

“Move aside.”

No matter who was in the carriage, he had to go his way.

“Father, let’s go home quickly. I’m hungry.”

“Wait a moment. Father will buy you three boxes of chocolates.”

“Okay.”

Olivia was waiting.

They were wasting precious time under the scorching sun.

As a noble and a father with a daughter, Darvab had no intention of giving way. They were only three minutes away from their mansion.

Giving way would mean lowering his pride as a noble.

“…”

Darvab, pushing Olivia’s wheelchair in the middle of the road, glared at the coachman driving the huge carriage, silently threatening him.

“…”

“…”

The silent confrontation continued.

“Are you going to move, or am I?”

The coachman’s face began to show signs of anger. Was this a joke?

Logically speaking, it was natural for a person to step aside for a massive carriage. The carriage in front of them was drawn by five horses. However, our Desmond belonged to a family where such common sense did not apply, so he stood his ground confidently.

Moreover.

The Pegasus 1 was a carriage officially approved by the royal family.

[Carriage Certification Mark]

Darvav, who had nothing to be ashamed of legally or socially, stood his ground firmly.

“…Move.”

“…”

“Sir, please move!”

“No. You move.”

“Can’t you see the size of the carriage? You should move!”

“I can’t see it.”

“…?”

The coachman, unable to hold back any longer, spoke to Darvav.

“This is not a joke, what are you doing! Do you know who is in this carriage?”

“The Emperor?”

“What?”

“Otherwise, I have no intention of moving.”

“…This is driving me crazy.”

The coachman gripped the reins tightly and shouted at Darvav.

“Our carriage is bigger, so you should move.”

“Isn’t it an illegally modified carriage? According to the law, the size of a regular carriage should not exceed 3-5 meters. It seems like yours is illegally modified.”

“…”

“And this carriage is legally approved by the royal family. There’s no problem with it being on the carriage road.”

“Ha… You call that a carriage?”

Hearing the coachman’s words, Olivia had a question mark above her head.

“That thing?”

Olivia looked around for ‘that thing’. No matter how much she looked around, there was nothing but the eye-catching carriage and the Pegasus 1.

“Dad.”

“Why is that?”

“What do you mean by ‘that kind of thing’?”

“…”

“Are you talking about my chair?”

Realizing what the coachman meant by ‘that kind of thing,’ Olivia spoke as kindly as possible to correct his thinking. If she spoke harshly, Ricardo would dislike it.

“Hey. Idiot.”

“Huh?”

“I’m talking to you.”

“Wha… what did you say?”

“This isn’t ‘that kind of thing.’ It’s a carriage. A carriage that Ricardo gave me as a gift.”

The coachman, irritated by Olivia’s retort, ran his hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh.

“Ha… I can’t curse because the master is riding, but… really.”

“And I can’t move without this, so you need to move.”

“Ha…”

The coachman snapped at Olivia in frustration.

“If you’re a cripple, you should stay at home and rest. Why come out and be a nuisance…?”

“What…?”

The coachman, his anger boiling over, drove the carriage forward threateningly. If she didn’t want to get run over, she should move out of the way.

“I don’t care… whether you get run over or not, do as you please.”

“…”

“Anyway, from the moment you block the carriage, you’re not considered alive.”

At that moment.

“Guh…”

The coachman grabbed his neck, unable to breathe.

“Guh… guh…”

Darvav was staring coldly. With eyes colder than anyone had ever seen, he was striding towards the coachman.

“Who are you calling a cripple?”

“Guh… guh…”

“Tell me. Who’s the cripple?”

The coachman struggled, punching Darvav’s hand that was gripping his collar. Despite this, Darvav, suppressing his anger, asked the coachman in a calm voice.

Who is it?

Who is the beggar you mentioned with your own mouth?

“Is the owner of this carriage a cripple?”

“Ugh… Ugh…”

“Or are you talking about yourself?”

“…”

“If I wanted to, I could make you a cripple. Is that what you want…?”

“The master…!!”

Darvav changed his question while glaring at the carriage. Who is the savior you believe in so much?

“Yes…”

Darvav gave the coachman a chance to explain how great this savior is that he can speak so recklessly.

“Then who is the person riding in this carriage?”

“…”

“Speak.”

“…”

“Is it the Emperor?”

“…”

“If it’s the Emperor, tell him I’ll start a rebellion right now. It would be beneficial for the future of the empire to eliminate a royal who can’t properly educate his servants.”

“…Save me…”

“Speak clearly. I have little patience.”

Just as Darvav’s magic was about to end the coachman’s life.

“That’s enough.”

A cold man’s voice reached Darvav’s ears, and he began to emit magic.

Feeling the hostile magic, Darvav withdrew the magic that was gripping the coachman and looked at the man.

A tall figure.

A handsome face.

A man in a neat uniform.

Wolfgang Louis bowed his head and apologized to Darvav.

“It seems there was a misunderstanding.”

“…A misunderstanding?”

“I am the head of the Wolfgang family. My name is Louis Wolfgang.”

As Louis bowed his head in greeting, Darvav sent a cold gaze and furrowed his brow.

“Are you this man’s employer?”

“Yes, I am.”

“What do you think?”

Darvav asked in a cold voice.

“This man insulted my daughter. Do you think it’s only right to tear his mouth apart, or should he pay for this crime with his life?”

“…”

“Why don’t you answer?”

“I…”

“…”

“I believe he should pay with his life.”

Louis slightly raised the corners of his mouth and added.

“However, causing a bloodbath over an immature seedling is not a noble judgment, is it? If blood is spilled in the capital, even the gods would be confused about whom it belongs to.”

Darvav’s expression turned icy.

“Are you threatening me now?”

“No,”

Louis smiled nonchalantly.

“I am merely pleading for mercy. Our Wolfgang family always values mercy and dignity.”

People began to gather.

Crowds started to spread malicious rumors about Desmond while turning Wolfgang into a hero.

-What’s going on?

-There seems to have been an accident.

-He looks like a noble… He’s grabbing the coachman’s collar.

-Wow… Isn’t that person the bad one?

Darvav released the coachman’s collar with a friendly smile and said.

“Hahaha… Sigh… We’ve been too reserved all this time.”

“I know you are dedicated to the safety of the empire. Other nobles are also trying hard to emulate Desmond.”

“Sigh…”

Darvav took a step back.

I wanted to kill them all.

“Eek… Ferry No. 1 Fireball…”

But Olivia wouldn’t want that.

Darvav approached Olivia, promising next time, and spoke to the man bowing his head.

“If you appear before me again, your family will be erased from the map.”

“Thank you for Desmond’s mercy.”

“You’d better watch that mouth of yours too.”

*

When I returned to the mansion, the atmosphere was gloomy. The lady was sullen, her head bowed.

“I tried to smash the carriage, but father stopped me…”

Darvav looked angry.

“…Hoo. I don’t know where to drop the meteor.”

I had stood in line at an expensive bakery to buy bread to eat together…

Holding the bread bag blankly, I scratched my head and carefully spoke to Kyle.

“Lord Kyle.”

“…”

“Why is the atmosphere like this?”

Kyle spoke in a cold voice.

“I’m thinking of starting a territorial war.”

I see.

A territorial war to decide the fate of the family. I see…

“What? A territorial war?”

I almost got fooled by Kyle’s tone, as if it was a matter of course, but I quickly came to my senses and approached Darvav.

“Master.”

“What is it?”

“Are you planning a territorial war?”

“Yes.”

“With which family…”

“Wolfgang.”

“What?”

Wolfgang.

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The wealthiest family in the West.

A family with the most private soldiers next to the Empire.

Just as the question “Why?” began to form.

The lady explained the reason for this situation as if it were nothing.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes.”

“Should a cripple stay quietly at home?”

“…What?”

“They said so.”

“…”

“They said a cripple should stay seated.”

“Oh…”

Darvav looked at me silently as I walked out the door and asked.

“Where are you going?”

I answered with a small smile.

“To annihilate them.”

Darvav spoke with a serious expression.

“Kyle, Rosanna.”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“Stop him.”

Darvav struggled to stop the enraged Ricardo.

Because it really seemed like he was going to kill them.

-Send me!!! I’ll wipe them all out this time.

Darvav smiled inwardly as he restrained Ricardo.

‘Still, it feels good.’

It seemed like the stress was relieved.