“Albert handed over all the information about the seaweed farm and the village of Biot to Vicomte Guillaume of the Kingdom of Lyon.”

As soon as my father heard that, his eyes widened and he covered his mouth with both hands.

When I first heard this information, I doubted my eyes and ears.@@novelbin@@

Even then, I didn’t have any personal feelings about Albert, but I never thought he would sell the secrets about his brother’s estate to a foreign country.

How would my father, who loved Albert so much, feel?

“As a result, the village of Biot, which was in charge of the seaweed farm, a key interest of the Rothschild Baronial Domain, was raided by the thieves’ guild, the Black Death. The village was spared from looting, but 35 technicians working at the seaweed farm were brutally killed. The remaining 15 people were seriously injured.”

When I visited the village, 20 people had been brutally murdered by the Black Death.

Of the remaining seriously injured, 15 died from secondary infections caused by tetanus, bacteria, or excessive bleeding.

All of the dead and injured had clear signs of torture.

“According to the testimonies of the survivors, they were all subjected to terrible torture. Even among the survivors, those in relatively good condition had one or two fingers crushed or cut off, and those in severe cases had both eyes gouged out or their legs crushed with iron hammers... It was so horrible that it was hard to open one’s eyes and see.”

Just thinking about it makes my teeth grind and my fists clench.

Because the people of my domain who worked diligently at the seaweed farm because that bastard Albert sold the secrets.

They had to suffer indescribable pain.

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