TVRTH [Book 2]

Chapter 218

The Result Of Choice, Part IX

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

"I haven't seen you in a long time, have I?"

It was a well-known fact that he was the Crown Prince's spy so that Viscount Merriart was very wary and looked angrily at him.

"Were you going to betray them at the end?" Vika asked while laughing and grinning.

"... Yes."

When the Viscount cleared his throat and affirmed, Vika's laughter thickened.

"Will you leave us for a moment?"

"... Who? Me...?"

The investigator pointed at him, and Vika nodded and said, "Yes, it will be over soon."

"... Yes."

'How dare he defy the Crown Prince's closest aide.'

The investigator left soon, and when the knight, who was guarding the door was gone, Vika sat down in front of him and said, "How long without an excuse... Do you really think that would work?"

At Vika's sneered question, the Viscount closed his mouth, for he was only doing his last resistance, knowing that it wouldn't work, too. He knew that what he was doing wouldn't buy him time anymore.

"I'll give you one piece of advice for old time's sake."

The Viscount looked at him with a wide-eyed look, as he said he would help, but he quickly turned to the suspicious eyes. He seemed to doubt that what advice he would give after he had got them into this situation. Vika smiled softly as if he had read his thoughts.

"Don't you know I thought of you especially?"

"Especially?" Viscount Merriart was freaked out and asked. 'What a weird word this is!'

"Oh, don't be misunderstood. I mean, I was just looking at you because you were good at business, so I gave you some information."

Vika said with a serious face, and then the Viscount swept his chest with an easy mind. He reminded him that he had given him quite a bit of information in the past. Thanks to that, his business had gone smoothly. When he relaxed a little, Vika said, as he did not miss the gap,

"You know you can't get out of it safely anyway, so you'll have to think about reducing the damage as much as possible."

"... How?"

"It's simple, you have to make a disclosure."

'Disclosure? Who?'

Vika explained again when the Viscount blinked and did not answer. "Disclose someone who denies the charges, as you do. Disclose and get a reduced sentence. In other words, it is called denouncement."

"... How, how could I do such a nasty thing?"

The Viscount was angry and said firmly that he could not, as if the words 'disclosure or denouncement' had roused antipathy, and Vika, who saw it, clicked his tongue, saying that he was so foolish.

"Even if you disclose, you are merely saying the sin as it is. Wouldn't it be nice to save your life while telling the truth rather than be hanged without saying it? It's a life that ends if you die anyway."

"..."

When he mentioned the scheduled death to the foolish man, the Viscount's face became noticeably pale. Unlike when he thought of it alone, the word "death", which he heard from the mouth of someone else, was enough to put tension on him.