Chapter 47 - Volume 3 (2/2)
“A guest has arrived.”
“A guest? Who?”
Despite the city being in a ruckus after the murder, Isaac was spending his time leisurely as he wasted his time smoking when he heard Rizzly speak. Isaac wasn’t aware that he was expecting a guest, if any.
“He says he’s the butler of Marquis Duberon.”
“If it’s another request to meet with me, make him talk to one of my subordinates. It’s tiresome to deal with their kind.”
Isaac sometimes received lunatics who proposed business ideas or requested investment from him, and he considered this to be similar. He flicked his wrist to Rizzly, telling him to go. Rizzly glimpsed over his back then talked again.
“But he’s here already.”
Isaac turned his face and there stood Cordnell alongside a sharp, middle-aged man he had never seen before.
“Did you bring him here?”
Isaac talked down to Cordnell with displeasure, and Cordnell looked to the man that stood beside him for a moment before talking.
“This is Viscount Anton, who is from the land of Marquis Duberon.”
“And?”
“He’s here regarding the great master.”
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PR Note: “Great master” is a literal translation from 대공자, but in this context, it may be similar to the concept of a “young master” commonly portrayed in web novels.
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“Who is that?”
“…”
Cordnell dropped his jaw at Isaac’s words, and then he regained his senses to speak again.
“Do you remember the culprit… I mean, the main suspect from the murder few days ago?”
“Ah! Him? What about it?”
“…”
Anton stepped forward instead of Cordnell, who seemed to be at a loss for words.
“I am Anton, butler to Marquis Duberon. I see you are as impolite as the rumours say, to receive a guest while sitting like that. I wonder how they taught you back in your mansion.”
Cordnell’s face went pale as Anton insulted Isaac without hesitation. Even Rizzly frowned and let out a growl, but Isaac himself remained composed.
“So what?”
Isaac still treated him with some respect and replied, since the man he was talking to was also a n.o.ble that held the t.i.tle of Viscount.
“Marquis Duberon demands that you release Master Dogman, who is innocent.”
“…”
Isaac was baffled by Anton’s arrogant demands. He looked to Anton for a moment and then asked Rizzly beside him.
“He was caught at the scene right?”
“Yes.”
“He also admitted to the crimes right?”
“Yes.”
“The weapon that was used in the crime was his sword right?”
“Yes.”
Isaac looked back to Anton with a shrug.
“That’s how it is.”
“We will take care of the incident back at our mansion. You would be wise to release Master Dogman and take your hands off this incident.”
“Is that all?”
“I’m sorry?”
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PR Note: The original translation was as follows: “What more could I add on?” However, I took the liberty to go with a phrase that was more indignant and disrespectful of Isaac.
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“Like some sort of consolation for the release? How can you expect this trade to go through if you’re not going to offer anything in return?”
“Trade happens only between two people of equal stature. I understand that you may think that you’ve won the world after gaining your hands on New Port City, but please keep that misunderstanding to yourself.”
Anton scoffed as he replied. Isaac scratched his head and asked Cordnell a question.
“Who is this Marquis Duberon?”
“W, well… He’s the Great Lord of the south.”
“So he’s nothing.”
“You dare!’
Isaac’s belittlement was met with a response from Anton, whose eyes and murderous intent flared.
Cordnell, who stood next to Anton, faced the killing intent head on and fainted; Rizzly immediately transformed into a bear, baring his fangs and preparing to charge at a moment’s notice.
‘Man, it’s been a while since I’ve had this f.u.c.king kind of anger.’
Isaac continued to talk nonchalantly despite facing off against such intense murderous intent.
“We’ll be managing the incident as the law states it. So you can just f.u.c.k off.”
“… You will regret this.”
“Sure thing. I’ll sort out this incident by following the law and then regret it later. Happy?”
Anton stared silently for a moment at Isaac’s sarcasm before he disappeared down the stairs. Rizzly made a sigh of relief and transformed back into his human form.
“Huh? Is he that strong for you to be so worried?”
“Don’t you know? Anton from the Duberon is among the strongest swordsmen in the Empire if you exclude the sword masters.”
“Is that why he’s acting so arrogantly? Make sure you watch him, since he could try to break that f.u.c.king murderer out.”
“I’m sure he won’t resort to that.”
“Why?”
“He has a reputation to uphold. According to Empire’s law, only the Lord that rules the land where the crime happened has the authority to dictate the punishment.”
“So that means he won’t resort to a prison break, but he’ll use whatever means necessary to secure the non-guilty verdict.”
“The Marquis has enough power to do so.”
Isaac sighed deeply after hearing Rizzly speak.
“Just when I was about to have a break after sorting out Port City, some mutts decided to show their faces.”
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