Albert's funeral was held in a lavish manner.

Noble families from various houses came to pay their respects, and he was laid to rest in the same burial grounds as the past heads of the Medici Barony.

Considering the things he had done, burying him in a heap of manure would have been too kind...

‘Officially, though, he died of acute heart failure.’

By now, Albert, who would be sold as a sex slave to a noble in the Sultanate, had at least managed to preserve his social reputation.

Of course, it wouldn’t be of any comfort to him, who would be forced into a female role despite being a man, with his Achilles tendons severed.@@novelbin@@

“Fabio.”

Father looked at Albert’s gravestone with a sorrowful gaze and asked.

“How did you send Albert off?”

People spread rumors about me, calling me a devil who has spread the wisdom of the British Empire and the East India Company across the world.

They even spread the absurd tale that I’m a demon without any human emotions...

I don’t understand who would say such things about me, a person who’s very human.

Did I kill innocent civilians or, to cover trade deficits, sell opium while calling myself a crusader of justice?

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