Isaac

sing the Lichten seal for his personal gains.
All documents that were signed by Viscount Aintz during the war will be voided.”

It was a warning to Isaac that he would not have any legal recourse, but Isaac took it with a smile.

“Wow, I can imagine you must have gone through many struggles to get that working.
Amazing.
You are quite talented.”

“… Thank you.”

Isaac clapped and praised Baron Dale, who couldn’t hide his worry even as he acknowledged the compliment.
Isaac gulped his glass of wine and spoke to Rizzly.

“Rizzly.”

“Yes.”

“Declare a provincial war against the Lichten Family.”

“…”

“W, What are you saying!”

The administrative body’s jaws dropped at Isaac’s declaration, and the emissaries’ faces were bright red, outraged at being utterly disgraced.
Isaac cocked his head and asked.

“Why?”

“Just what reason do you have to declare a provincial war?!”

“The lord of New Port City was almost assassinated in his own land.
Both the culprit and his supporters are here, so isn’t revenge the natural conclusion?”

“That is your colored opinion, Lord.
In fact what proof do you have that Viscount Aintz tried to assassinate you! You can’t expect witness accounts from your close aides to have meaningful legal relevance in such a severe incident!”

“Really?”

Isaac looked back at the administrative body as if this was the first time he’d heard of this, and the administrative body nodded without making eye contact with Isaac.

It was impossible that Isaac wasn’t aware of this fact.

The administrative body knew well that Isaac’s act was just preparation to push his opponent deeper into the abyss.
They had been on the receiving end many times before, after all.

Baron Dale, who had no experience with Isaac’s treachery, shouted out, brimming with confidence.

“The court won’t just accept your biased opinion just because you arrested some drunkard without a shred of evidence.”

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“But I do have proof?”

“What?”

Baron Dale was at a loss for words, when Kunette who was sleeping in Isaac’s arms twitched and knocked the wine glass from the chair’s armrest.

Clang—everyone’s focus turned to the glass.
Laila quickly rushed to clean the broken glass, and Isaac frowned and scolded her.

“Tsk.
Be careful next time.
Go get me a new one.”

“Yes.”

Everyone watched Laila simply accept Isaac’s scolding silently even though she was blameless.
She quickly dashed to the cupboard to find a new glass as Isaac spoke. 

“So that fool assaulting that brat isn’t proof?”

Flick!

Everyone’s eyes returned to Isaac once more.

“T, that’s why we will apologize, but it still can’t be used to justify a provincial war! Not to mention, Miss Laila has no relation to you, Lord Isaac!”

“Why? This brat is the successor to Count Wolfgang, who is residing here as my guest.
She  was assaulted by some retard! That disgraces my name; I invited the brat as my guest, did I  not?”

“…”

That was true, but nobody dared to point out that the very guest in question was pouring wine for Isaac like some servant. 

“T, The Lichten Family will formally apologize and pay a handsome recompense for partial responsibility.
Regardless, Miss Laila cannot be used as a witness account.”

“Tsk.
I said evidence, not a witness account, didn’t I?”

“…”

Baron Dale shut his mouth at Isaac’s correction, and Isaac’s eyes moved to Rizzly.

“Are you really going to do it? Seriously?”

The administrative body could feel cold sweat dripping down their back, watching Rizzly question Isaac again and even Reisha plea, ‘Are you really doing it? Can you not?’ as Isaac passed Kunette to her.

It was something that even Reisha, an abnormality among the elves who loved to experience strange new things, refrained from doing.
It couldn’t have been something normal.

Isaac got on his feet and waved his hand to his face in an exaggerated motion before he spoke.

“Phew! The drinks I had are making me hot.”

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“Huck!”

Someone in the crowd gasped.
Isaac took off his last line of defense, the defensive coat, himself.
With a pathetic excuse that it was hot.

Isaac threw the coat onto his chair and walked over to Aintz, who was collapsed next to Rizzly’s feet.
Isaac crouched and shook Aintz’s shoulders.

“Oh! Dear guest, you can’t sleep here.
You seem to be quite drunk.
You should be resting in your hotel.”

While everyone was confused by Isaac’s strange act with the incapacitated Viscount Aintz, Isaac glared at Rizzly.

“Aren’t you doing it?”

“Why don’t we just make a mark…”

“So much for that bravery you show.
Give it here.”

“But…”

Rizzly hesitated, but when Isaac’s glare bore into his skull, Rizzly took out a dagger and handed it to Isaac.

Everyone got off their seat and shouted when they noticed the cold, sharp dagger, but Isaac was faster.

Stab!

Isaac frowned as he felt the unpleasant sensation of his stomach being pierced.

‘Is this the second time I’m getting stabbed?’

“What are you doing!”

Just as the pain followed the unpleasant feeling, Rivelia pulled Isaac back and put pressure onto the stomach where the dagger was struck, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Reisha, heal him now! You knew about this, right? Why didn’t you stop him!”

“Hing! I didn’t think he’d actually do it!”

Reisha cried in response to Rivelia’s growl.
She then brought her hands to Isaac’s stomach and began casting.

Meanwhile, the ruckus woke Kunette from her sleep.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Isaac bleeding from his stomach.
Her eyes stretched wide, and she immediately ran over to Rizzly.
She pounced on his head, biting him and pulling out his hair.

“Uwack! I’m innocent, I swear!”

Rizzly defended himself, while the administrative body and the emissaries were at a loss for words.

There was a limit to how crazy someone was—to think he’d cut open his own stomach.
And seeing how blood was dripping from his mouth, the cut was definitely deep enough to pierce his organs.