Even a condemned prisoner is given a cigarette before they are executed, as a matter of etiquette.

Since there are no cigarettes in the Tuscany Empire, I thought I might at least offer him a glass of fine wine.

It wasn’t out of any consideration for him, but rather just to stir his insides a bit.

It was highly effective, given the money I spent on it.

“Get lost, you satanic bastard! If you leave right now, I will show you mercy, so just get the hell out of here!”

Under normal circumstances, if I had brought armed mercenaries into another noble's mansion, I would have had my head on the chopping block.

Trying to kill a noble in the holy capital of the Tuscany Empire is a crime of treason against the Emperor’s authority.

But Albert, that bastard, not only caused a currency crisis but had already drawn his sword on me, his younger sibling and a fellow noble of the Tuscany Empire.

‘Father has long since declared he would revoke this bastard's barony.’

What does it matter how much he barks? Who would listen to him?

“Do you still not understand how things are going, brother? Do you really think I’m such a foolish, ignorant idiot who doesn’t know even the basics?”@@novelbin@@

When people are backed into a corner, they tend to start running their “happy circuits.”

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