The Villain Is A Perfect Fit For The Role-Chapter 117

“We’ll talk about the rest tomorrow morning.”

Ban’s angry body trembled slightly.

“If you feel unfair, you should lie down too.”

Abel pointed to an empty seat on the other side. It was a light provocation, but Ban had no intention of avoiding it. Like Abel, he also settled down on the bed. I deliberately chose a room with a large bed, so it was enough for three men to lie down on it.

And so the night went on for the three men.

‘It’s heavy.’

Richt, who had been groaning for a while, opened his eyes. And then I realized why my body felt so heavy. To the left and right, tall, muscular men were clinging to each other.

Richt first slapped the strong forearm that was hugging him tightly.

“wake up!”

The first person to open his eyes was Ban. He looked at Richt, then closed his eyes and smiled. How lovely that look was. Licht stared at Van in fascination, forgetting what he was doing. But he didn’t last long.

“Where are you looking?”

Abel, who was on the left, made a grumpy voice and wrapped his body around Richt.

“stop! “I’m suffocating!”

Richt freaked out and hit his forearm again, but he didn’t budge. It was Van who separated him.

“Please stop.”

“Nope.”

The atmosphere became cold at Abel’s sly reply. Van glared at Abel and then opened her mouth.

“What do you want to be, Master?”

“what?”

“If you’re going to lie flat on your face, start by speaking properly.”

This is to point out Abel’s arbitrary use of informal language and politeness.

“That’s right, now that I think about it, that’s it.”

He is such an arrogant guy that it seems natural for him to speak informally. So Richt didn’t recognize it either.

“I was just confused for a moment.”

When Richt narrowed his eyes, Abel immediately corrected his tone.

“Speak as you please.”

“no.”

Abel rubbed his cheek against Richt’s head.

“Could I possibly do that?”

“I think there is. “Get rid of this arm first.”

Only then did Abel release his arms. As soon as Richt was free, Van pulled him closer.

“Are you okay?”

The voice that asks is kind.

“are you okay.”

When Richt smiled and answered, Ban smiled naturally. Afterwards, Abel offered to help her take a morning shower, but she refused. When she washed up with the help of her class, Abel showed off his anger, but she easily ignored him.

“So why did you come here?”

“To learn more about Prince Rostel’s current status.”

“Prince Rostel’s current status.”

Richt slid his fingers over the smooth teacup. When he first sent Pong to find out about Rostel, he visited frequently and brought him news. But these days, the number of visits has decreased significantly.

[Rostel doesn’t like me leaving.]

It seemed that Rostel was very obsessed with Pong. And Fong also seemed to be slowly becoming attached to Rostel.

[You weren’t a bad kid? It was just difficult. He asked me if I wanted to be emperor and I said no. They say they don’t even know what the emperor is supposed to do. I think it’s because he just tells people around him that he has to do everything.]

According to Fong’s words, Rostel is a scarecrow who moves as his surroundings dictate.

‘I thought so, though.’

As the information about Rostel that Pong provided increased, Richt’s heart wavered.

[I asked Rostel what he wanted to be other than emperor. Then he said he wanted to make friends. So I decided to be friends. I asked if there was anything else he wanted to do other than that, and he said he didn’t know.]

A child who only listened to adults’ demands from a young age didn’t really know what he wanted to do.

‘I shouldn’t have sympathy.’

After knowing the situation, I couldn’t hate Rostel. Richt calmly conveyed the information he had received so far to Abel.

“Is there no way to save the child?”

“There is none. “But for that to happen, the crown prince must agree.”

The person involved in the matter was Crown Prince Theodore.

“And even if you agree, you’ll have to push the prince off later. “Because you never know when someone might try to take advantage of you again.”

“That’s right.”

“I’ll tell you about that.”

Abel answered willingly. And the relevant information was relayed to Theodore late in the afternoon.

“Why are you so late?”

Theodore, who was in the middle of examining the documents, asked Abel in a sharp tone.

“As you know.”

Abel answered naturally and sat down at the desk next to Theodore. And he looked at the documents in a familiar manner.

‘What do you know?’

Theodore asked, suppressing the urge to get angry.

“Master, how are you doing?”

“You’ve been well, right. “The security has been set up solidly, and there is a class next to us, so there is no danger.”

“Right. “I wanted to go see it too.”

“But doesn’t His Royal Highness have a lot of work to do?”

“There are a lot.”

Theodore rubbed his forehead with his hand.

“But that doesn’t mean there are no results. “I contacted Count Mantel’s second son.”

“What do you say?”

“I have a lot of fear, but I am greedy. “They said they would help without hesitation.”

“Even if it means betraying your father?”

“Isn’t that why I reached out to him in the first place because he was such a great person? “How is the Archduke’s work going?”

Abel put down the document he was looking at and smiled.

“Count Mantel’s eldest son will have an accident sooner or later. No luck. He will be crippled from the accident. “If he does something wrong, he could die.”

Count Mantel’s actions are easy to guess. He is the type of person who would easily abandon his first son, who is his successor, if he were to do so. Because aristocratic society is not an easy place for someone with a physical disability to survive.

“I have a third son, but he will leave the country with the woman he loves. “It turned out that he was in love with his father, against whom he was opposed.”

“Right. “Love must come true.”

“Yes, I do have daughters. “Count Mantel is a man of great integrity and will not choose his daughter as his successor.”

“The stage will be created for the second son, Grael, to appear.”

“That’s right.”

This way, Count Mantel can be tied down to some extent. In the meantime, you just need to find evidence of his connection to the Rundel Empire. If there is no evidence, you can create it. Isn’t that why they’re turning Count Mantell around?

“But will Lundel give up if he makes Count Mantel like that?”

“I won’t give up. But there are ways to keep things quiet for the time being. Do you know who the head of the Rundel Empire’s intelligence department is?”

“Didn’t I tell you last time? “He’s Prince Aste.”

“Yes, but there is one great person who disapproves of this prince. This is the sixth prince, Grundel. “He is from the first prince’s faction, but he is greedy and stupid.”

“You are a useless person.”

“It may be useful depending on how you use it.”

“how?”

Abel shrugged his shoulders and stood up, handing over a document.

“One of the four major ducal families of the Empire is Grundel’s biological family.”

“Golden Illegrun.”

It is famous as a family that will do anything to increase its family fortune. In addition, my head tends to turn in the wrong direction.

“Yes, Illegrun wants to keep the Intelligence Department for themselves. They want Grundel to play the role of Aste. The first prince also agreed to that.”

A lot of money must have gone into the negotiations. It must have been an opportunity that couldn’t be missed in Illegrun.

“I don’t understand this.”

“Which part do you find difficult?”

“Aste has been running the intelligence department well so far. But you’re going to suddenly take it away and hand it over to some idiot? why?”

“majesty. “Not everything in the world goes as it should.”

Aste gained the emperor’s favor and took over the Ministry of Intelligence. So why did the emperor favor him in the first place?

“Because it’s not a threat.”

He has ability, but he is not a genius. In addition, my mother’s family is so small that I don’t have the power to wield it. An emperor who wanted absolute power would have been happy. But did Aste’s other brothers think the same way?

‘Probably not.’

Theodore thought so. The Imperial Intelligence Department is a highly coveted position. A lot of things can be figured out and moved. The greed of others was too great to leave such a position to the 8th prince, who had no power.

“We just need to fuel it. Aster must have been very careful with this matter. “If it fails, it will be quite a blow.”

In the meantime, if Grundel swallows the Intelligence Department, it will be good for us.