The Villain Is A Perfect Fit For The Role-Chapter 120

Nobles are not subject to the death penalty unless they commit treason. It was said that something more was needed to add to the sins mentioned by Grael. At first, I was worried about that.

Before the meeting, Theodore, Abel, Richt, and Van gathered to talk. At that time, Abel grumbled and said.

“If possible, I wanted to completely send him away on charges of treason. Rundel desperately erased any traces. “I need more time to add this.”

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“how much?”

In response to Theodore’s question, Abel stretched out his finger. Theodore saw him and sighed softly.

“It’s taking longer than I thought.”

“This is also fast. “Because we are using spirits.”

Lauren seems to be active. Meanwhile, Richt asked.

“Do you want to commit treason because it would be better to kill Count Mantell?”

“That’s right. “He is a great man who will not give up as long as he lives.”

Still, Theodore consistently addressed Richt with respect, calling him his teacher.

“Then can’t we just banish them to the outskirts and get rid of them there?”

Theodore blinked at Richt’s words. It’s like he didn’t know he would say something like that. In fact, Richt even thought about saying this. I wondered if it was for no reason to teach the naive protagonist something strange.

“That’s a good idea.”

Abel smiled and agreed. That loach-like bastard. Richt was certain that Abel had come up with this method before him. But the reason I didn’t say anything was probably to test Theodore.

“Right. “There was a way.”

Theodore nodded.

“I will take care of it.”

Abel, who spoke so naturally, looked disgusting. Through that process, Count Mantel’s death was decided. Of course, Count Mantel is not going alone. He and others who have committed serious sins will be exiled and will suffer unfortunate accidents. It’s a common thing in this world.

In the meantime, Grael said everything, and Count Mantel’s shout came out belatedly. It seems that Abel overcame the threat of his life.

“Grael, you! You! “How dare you!”

Count Mantel struggled like crazy. As the knights forcibly dragged him away, the conference room became quiet again.

“You just go away.”

Grael, with a frightened expression, retreated. The eyes of the nobles, who had been focused on Count Mantel the whole time, turned to Theodore.

“Then now that Count Mantel’s matter has been resolved, let’s talk about the next matter.”

Then Theodore looked at Rostel.

“Count Mantel, who committed a terrible act, lost the right to be the prince’s guardian. Prince Rostel is still young, so he will need someone to take care of him. So, for the time being, I will leave that role to Lord Devine, my teacher.”

The nobles looked surprised at those words, but no one objected. The imperial faction and the neutral faction had no reason to oppose, and the noble faction remained silent because of what had happened a little while ago.

‘Of course.’

Richt chuckled. When the role was first discussed, it was actually Theodore who was most opposed to it.

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“I don’t like it. “I am against it.”

“Aren’t I the most suitable person?”

Abel, Grand Duke Graham, is the Crown Prince’s guardian. He could not even take on Rostel’s guardianship here.

“It is a matter that can be left to another noble of the Imperial faction.”

It wasn’t wrong, but among the emperor faction’s nobles, the most powerful person, excluding Archduke Graham, was Devine. Moreover, since the crown prince knows about his current affairs, he is unlikely to betray him.

‘I have no intention of betraying you.’

In such a situation, it is safer for Licht to fake Rostel’s death. But Theodore desperately opposed it.

“Absolutely not.”

“What is the reason?”

It’s not like you’re worried about Richt, whose reputation is already at an all-time low.

‘is not it? Is that it?’

Because Theodore is gentler than you think. As Richt was organizing his thoughts, Theodore opened his mouth with a pouty look on his face.

“Isn’t Rostel young and cute?”

Of course it’s because he’s young. Moreover, he looks a lot like Theodore, perhaps because he is of royal blood. What they meant was that he was better looking than most kids.

“That’s true.”

“So you can’t do that.”

“yes?”

Is that the reason? As Licht looked confused, Abel bent over her body and laughed. Her smiling face looked truly disgusting. She wanted to hit her on the back, but if she did so, it would be Li Hit who would suffer the loss. This was because Abel’s back was tightly covered with her muscles.

“Our crown prince, you’re cute.”

When Abel spoke softly, Theodore frowned and frowned. And by then, Richt also realized why Theodor was like that.

‘You’re jealous.’

Although Theodore has grown up a lot in the meantime, he is still a child who still needs to grow up more. He could harbor jealousy over losing Richt’s affection.

“Because Master likes children.”

What do you say like that? It was a statement that could have been misunderstood if anyone heard it.

“I think you’ll love that kid more than me.”

Richt burst into laughter without realizing it. As Richt, following Abel, laughed, Theodore’s expression became even more distorted. Richett, seeing him, stretched out his hand and straightened the wrinkled bridge of his nose with his fingers. It was a bit rude, but Theodore was in good shape. Every time he wrinkles his face, he deliberately crumples it again.

“Stop it. Even without that, Theodore is cute enough.”

Theodore’s expression relaxed at the gentle voice.

“Then what about Rostel?”

“The second prince is cute too. “But hasn’t Theodore been with me longer?”

“Then you will treat me more cutely, right?”

“of course.”

Theodore’s eyes sparkled at Richt’s words. Abel was now tapping his hands on the desk. It felt like she was going to run out of breath if she laughed like that. But Richt and Theodore ignored him and looked at each other.

“Is this what you promised?”

Theodore shyly stuck out his little finger. Richt put his finger on it. That’s how Richt took charge of Rostel.

“Since no one objects, Prince Rostel’s guardian is Lord Devine from today.”

With that, the meeting for the day ended. There were still agenda items left, but there was no mood to continue them. Theodore left first, followed by Rostel and Richt. Abel guarded the conference hall until the very end and came out.

“How’s the mood?”

“That’s bullshit.”

Abel raised one corner of his mouth and spoke. This will keep the noble faction quiet for a while. They will go on a rampage behind the scenes to hide what they have done, but they have already sent troops to rob their mansion. They said it would be too late to run to the mansion from now on.

“Then leave it to me.”

“okay.”

Abel nodded and headed to the other side of Richt. Richt looked at him and then looked away. The second prince, Rostel, stood next to him. Richt, who gave a light wave to Fong, who was sitting on his shoulder, opened his mouth.

“Your Highness the Prince, it’s belatedly for me to formally greet you. My name is Richt, the head of the Devine family. He is commonly called Lord Devine. “Call it whatever you want.”

Rostel blinked slowly and then spoke.

“Then can I call you by your name?”

“You can stop talking.”

“huh.”

Rostel calmly followed Richt.

“From today, you will be staying in a different palace.”

“huh.”

“This is a palace that was used by another prince in the past and is well maintained. “You will like it.”

“huh. “But can I ask you something?”

“What are you curious about?”

“Are you really friends with Pong?”

Rostel asked in a whisper and glanced at Pong. Fong must have heard those words, too, and raises his head proudly.

“Yes, my friend.”

Richt nodded.