The finance minister, sweating profusely, retorted in an agitated voice.

“Yes, I did embezzle funds. But my family, the Cotina and Junnamak families, have served the Visconti Duke’s family for 250 years. So why would I betray His Grace? Please stop with these unfounded accusations.”

It’s not like I’m a thief with guilt creeping up on me, sweating while denying it. At moments like this, if you calmly say "I didn’t do it," without flinching, it’s much more convincing than if you act anxious.

While I appreciate his frankness, I can’t help but think, ‘Isn’t this a bit too sloppy?’

“Embezzlement isn’t exactly honorable. But embezzling or breaching trust, isn’t that something everyone does by convention?”@@novelbin@@

No one in our family does that.

Even if you embezzle a single gold coin, you could end up being thrown into the sea near the village of Vio immediately.

Oh, just to clarify, I don’t directly order such things.

Our family staff would voluntarily deal with those who betray the Baron’s grace by stuffing them into a barrel and tossing them out.

But, of course, this is a matter exclusive to the Rothschild family.

I can accept that much.

“So please, don’t accuse me falsely.”

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