No, It was My Fault for Loving You

ss that means I’ve gotten out of it a little bit.

I hope so, he thought, and the corners of his mouth almost turned up, which really seemed out of place, so he hurriedly tightened his facial expression.

To begin with, this situation was also caused by his failure to hide his facial expression.

It would have been meaningless if all the previous plans had failed because of it.
If that happened, he would really end up being just a fool like Rembrandt said.

— “Good luck with that.”

The words spoken by Rembrandt when they parted came to his mind.

He was his childhood friend who treated him like a fool, but still took care of him to the very end.

For Leopoldo, Rembrandt was a bit of a nuisance, troublesome, scary, and headstrong opponent.

If you ask me if I like him or not, I like him, but I don’t really like being with him.

There is no envy or jealousy at all, but we just don’t get along with each other, like water and oil.

So I didn’t bother approaching further, and it was also the same for Rembrandt.

How about that?

Even though Beatrice asked him to do it, and it was Marquise Reinapha who was in trouble, Rembrandt reached out to him.

He provided information to the Marquis of Reinalpha, made arrangements for Leopoldo, and told him what to do and how to do it.

And yet, Leopoldo was caught in the middle of a mess in about two months, and now they have to deal with this.

— “Good luck with that.”

Keep your back to me.

But Rembrandt did say so.

Leopold bite his lip.

…of course, Rembrandt.
I’ll do my best.

At least I can get these guys’ attention here.

Yeah, I’m a decoy, too.

“…you’re pretty stubborn.
Do you like to get hurt so much?”

“…”

Leopoldo replied in his mind, “That can’t be true,” and glared at Zacharias.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

With a clunking sound, a man peeked out from behind the door, saying, “Excuse me.”

“Zacharias, this is Barthe.
Theus wants me to see if that slave has confessed to anything.”

“…oh, Barthe.
No, this guy’s still saying nothing.”

Zacharias turned around to answer Barthe and showed his back to Leopoldo.

…Barthe…!

Suddenly, the corner of Leopold’s mouth goes up.

Finally, they came.
They came.

Leopoldo gripped the chains connected to his wrists with great force, and then, putting all his strength into his legs, he swung as hard as he could toward Zacharias.

At the same time, as he kicked Zacharias against the wall, Barthe subdued the two servants in the room with his hidden weapon.