126 Marquis Wyatt is Here! (1/2)

”What the hell is a Saintess?” Marquis Wyatt asked with derision, before adding, ”Why haven't I heard about this person with such grand title?”

”Erm…”

Realizing the Marquis would not have heard about such news from the commoners, Carson felt a bit abashed.

”It's what the commoners call this young lady savior among them.”

”So, you are telling me, my son was thrashed by a commoner?” Marquis Wyatt asked dubiously. He felt he had heard wrong.

”Yes.” Carson answered truthfully.

Getting confirmation from Earl Julian's kid, Marquis Wyatt's complexion darkened immediately. His anger grew by the minute.

If it was another noble that thrashed his son, at most, he would seek recompense and justice from that noble family. If the noble family was weaker than his Solaris family, he would naturally apply pressure and bully them to maximize the benefits. Such was the way of the strong.

But the one who thrashed his son wasn't a noble, but a commoner? Since when did commoners have such courage and ability!? Not right! It can't be that simple. A commoner wouldn't beat a noble up for nothing even if they had the ability. Marquis Wyatt crease his brows in puzzlement.

Carson was a bit smug when, he felt he had successfully directed the Marquis's ire at the Saintess. He was originally person with a small heart to begin with. He would take revenge for the slightest grievance, let alone being disgraced by a commoner.

He was originally enraptured by the celestial-like voice of the Saintess and had hopes to take her home as a concubine, but that thought was viciously torn apart by her strength that was comparable to marquis-level nobles.

Since the Saintess was a thorny rose that could not touch, it was better off destroyed. Since he couldn't have it, others can't dream of having it either. Thus, he left out many details pertaining to the matter in hopes of killing with a borrowed knife.

Although the Saintess and Marquis Wyatt were equivalent in strength, their combat prowess couldn't possibly be equal, right? How can the foundations of a young commoner girl be compared in the same breath as that of a veteran-aged noble?

However, he suddenly felt something amiss, when he noticed Marquis Wyatt had locked his gaze on him with great focus and pressure once more.

”I-Is there anything else, Marquis Wyatt?” Carson asked carefully.

”Brat, you haven't told me everything. What are you hiding? Out with it! Lest you want to leave without your legs.” Marquis Wyatt threatened with squinted eyes.

How can he be led around by a kid still wet behind the ears? Was a marquis so easy to fool?

Marquis Wyatt felt angry at the brat. So young, yet already scheming with a wicked heart. He unleashed his dignified noble aura and bore his pressure down on the kid with greater intensity.

'Don't blame me for bullying the young!'

”Because the Saintess possess a celestial-like voice, Sean was curious whether the Saintess also possess a matching beauty. In his attempt to remove the Saintess cover without her consent, he offended the Saintess and suffered her wrath.” Carson quickly explained.

Even under the pressure, he did not mention his role in beating up the commoners first. Nope, definitely not happening! Even if he was beaten to death, he would not mention it! That was akin to asking for death!

How can he explain that the marquis's son bore the brunt of the commoner's anger for his own overbearing actions?

”So, it was a pair of toads lusting after the beauty of a swan? What a disgrace!” Marquis thundered. He did not doubt the brat's words. It was something kids their age would do! But it was humiliating for his own kid to get thrashed after chasing beauties. The face of the Solaris family was lost in such a shameful way! The more he looked at his bedridden son, the angrier he got!

If Sean could hear his father's words, he would tear up. How could he call his own son a toad? Wouldn't that make him the papa toad?

More often than not, behind every powerful and doting father was a dog-like son. This was indeed a tragedy for every noble household that hoped to have a successful and capable heir. It was not concordant with the proverb; A tiger father would not beget a dog son.

After huffing and puffing in anger for a moment, he cooled down with a sigh. In the end, the one bedridden was still his son and the other party was a commoner, yet so vicious. This grievance must be redressed.

”How strong was that lass?” Marquis Wyatt asked with a flat tone, like he had numbed a part of himself.

After all, the fault of the son's behavior did not entirely lie with the son, but the father is also to blame for bad parenting. He did not discipline and educate his son enough but spoiled him a lot.

”The Saintess should be at the 7th step…” Carson answered in a low, almost whispering voice.

”Hoh… I'm afraid I would have suffered a loss if I didn't learn of this hmm?” Marquis Wyatt said, before continuing in a strong tone, ”Is the Laguna family plotting against my Solaris family!?”

Carson jumped in shock when he heard this!