I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 16 Part 3

16. Second Time (3)

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A stately mansion in the middle of the capital’s fringe, a private army that couldn’t be raised in a year or two, and secret communications.

Eve rolled her head, putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

“Maybe the Emperor wanted to make you the next emperor, dude.”

“…No way.”

“I see. In the game, William was either dead or in seclusion, so the emperor had no choice. That’s why he set Amelia up, and the fact that he sent a young boy and elevated him to the rank of a Grand Duke, to a fief far from the center of the country wasn’t just because he found him an eyesore, it was a way to keep him out of the political strife.”

‘I’m sure he meant to kill him, first by his eldest son’s hand, then kill his eldest son, to clean up the mess and then bring William back in.’

The emperor was not the kind of man who would go to such lengths to look out for his son after having treated him as if he had never existed.

“As a second crown prince, I suppose it wouldn’t have mattered who became emperor, since they’d all be second crown princes. But I’m not sure if that was something that Princess Elizabeth agreed to either.. So, When Princess Amelia came to visit? What did she say and send to you?”

“She didn’t say much… She just asked to have some tea.”

“Well, next time she comes by, you should see her. Hear what she has to say and let me know.”

“Okay.”

“I feel sorry for the second child in that family. I wonder what happened to him to keep him out of his father’s sight.”

William, glanced over at Eve, who was looking away, trying to organize the new information in her head.

He sneakily grabbed her other hand and brought it to his lips, making a sideways sound with his fingertips.

“You’re so f—cking sexy when you’re thinking.”

“Stop it. It’s starting to feel greasy.”

“Fine.”

“By the way, are there any magicians in the mansion? I’d like to get this lump out of my neck.”

“Oh, come to think about it, it’s not even dinner yet, so let’s grab something to eat first, shall we?”

William, who had been smiling with a gentle twinkle in his eye, suddenly rolled around and scrambled out of his seat, scurrying off to call for someone.

Eve watched him scramble to eat, and realized that no matter how much his body had changed, or identity switched, he was still Korean.

Eve scratched her head and stood up, realizing that her hair was still damp because she hadn’t dried it completely.

She rummage around in the bathroom for a dry cotton towel to towel dry her hair.

Eve soon heard a voice calling her from the parlor, so she slipped her feet into her slippers on the bedroom floor and made her way to the parlor.

William, who had been sitting on the parlor couch, rose from his seat and draped the pale rosy shawl in his hand over Eve’s shoulders, whispering in a low voice that no one else would hear.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize there were no women’s underwear in the manor.”

Eve muttered under her breath, “I don’t care.”

But she obediently took the shawl and spread it in front of her.

She nodded to the brown-robed mage, who was watching her intently and with a certain amount of curiosity.

The woman, who wore large glasses and wore her dull auburn hair down the side of her neck in a single long braid, returned Eve’s greeting with a tousled bow before fixing her gaze on her.

She was pretending not to notice her employer, who was standing beside her, leering at her.

“Do you mind if I just remove the restraints?”

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“I’m fine, just remove them.”

With that, Eve pushed past William and sat down on the couch closest to him.

The mage moved closer to where she sat, as if she had given up speculating about their relationship.

William took a seat diagonally across from her, and then stared at the mage as if he was watching her neck.

“Ah, a mass-produced model. These things have an enchantment written on the outside, so they’re easy to remove.”

“I wish you’d stop paying lip service and do it quickly.”

“Oh yeah…”

The woman’s eyes narrowed at her employer’s prickly voice, and she procured her magic circle and focused.

There was a loud chanting, unintelligible to non-mages.

It wasn’t until the red burst of light faded that Eve realized the lump at the base of her neck had lightened.

“It’s gone.” (Cecil)

“You did a good job.” (Eve)

“You’re welcome, but I thought you’re a prosecutor, so how did you get this….” (Cecil)

“Cecil, I thought you were here to work.” (William)

“Oh yeah…” (Cecil)

William cut off the small talk with a stern look.

“Aren’t you supposed to stick to your mage principles in settings like this…” (William)

“Oh, there’s someone else who needs to be treated, would a vow of silence be possible before that?” (Eve)

“I’m bound to the Grand Duke anyway, so a vow is not necessary….” (Cecil)

“You talk too much.” (William)

“Ah yes….” (Cecil)

Eve glanced at William, who was suddenly immersed in the concept of the cold ‘Northern Archduke’, and sighed lightly.

She then turned to the mage, who was restraining herself to keep from swearing at her employer through cloudy eyes.

“If you need a down payment, I’ll pay for it.”

“No, not a down payment. Well, then, how are you going to attach the details to the vow?”

Eve waited, and the mage exchanged a few words with her, hammering out the clauses to be included in the vow of silence.

When they were done, the mage stuck her tongue out at Eve, who was skillfully leading the conversation.

“You must have some mage friends.”

“Well, yes.”

“Then let’s get right to it.”

The mage sat down and opened a small magic circle around her body.

Her voice rang out in the bright red glow.

?I, ????????? ????? ?????, faithful servant of ????? ??????, do swear to you that from this hour onward, I will keep silent for all eternity, everything that I have seen and heard, until such time as the contractor desires. I trust you will be pleased with our silence, and I ask for your speedy confirmation.?

Eve’s expression became strange as she listened to the mage’s vow.

It sounded like an office worker asking her boss to process a payment.

Less than five minutes later, the mage’s circle suddenly burst into bloom, emitting clusters of light that slowly faded away.

“Uh-oh. What’s going on?”

“What?”

“Well, normally the type of magic a mage’s Oaths, Promises, and Vows isn’t supposed to repair itself this quickly. That’s weird…”

“Well, is that why you put a quick check at the end of the spell?”

“That’s right, you can put in words for the mana of nature in the form of a spell, and whether it works or not depends on whether it approves it or not.”

“Does it ever fail?”

“Sometimes, but usually I succeed, though it takes a very long time.”

Eve’s expression became complex again.

The image of the mana of nature in the form of a living creature slamming a stamp on the paperwork to sign off on it was conjured up.

Eve dismissed her idea as a useless delusion.

She then dispersed the small talk and pushed herself to her feet.

“The patient is ‘Downstairs’.”

“Down…. Ha—.”

The mage looked at William with a hint of unease.

She realized what Eve meant without difficulty, as if she knew of the existence of the torture chamber, but only when she saw the man’s lack of reaction did she settle down.

William, who was neatly ignoring Cecil’s uneasy look, turned to Eve with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Are you going to ask her to heal him?”

“Not if he died.”

“Hmm.”

The three of them stood up and left the parlor.

Knowing the location of the torture chamber, the mage walked ahead and opened a secret door attached to the underground pantry.

When they reached the cold iron door, Eve stopped the mage’s movement to open it and asked her to wait a moment.

The mage looked like she just wanted to get the job done and go home, but she nodded and stepped back.

Eve pushed open the heavy iron door and stepped inside, and sure enough, Basilio was lying there, limp and unmoving, as if he had been drained to the bone.

Eve walked over to him and put her hand under his nose to check if he was still alive.

The vibrations had long since ceased, and the room was silent.

Satisfied with the man’s condition, Eve went back outside and brought the mage inside.

Upon entering the chamber, Cecil gulped and seemed to struggle to control her surprise. Eve spoke to her in a kindly tone.

“He’s a piece of sh—t, and he’s made more than one woman cry.”

“Well, there are certainly some things that can make a woman cry…….”

“I’d like you to treat the wounds on his face and body in moderation, and… alas, leave his ankle alone.”

“If I don’t treat it quickly, it might leave him permanently disabled, is that okay?”

“Haha, as long as he’s alive, it’s probably okay, go ahead.”

Cecil’s complexion turned white at Eve’s merciless words.

Once the circle was established, the mage continued to glance at Basilio’s ankle from time to time as she performed her healing spell.

Eve watched Basilio’s emotionless and red-faced, slowly repairing his wound.

William, who had sneaked up beside her, asked in a low voice, “What happened to his ankle?”

“I need to cripple him so that he won’t continue to cry when he returns to his pack. Now that he’s a weaker individual, none of them will want to serve him as their leader anymore.”

“Hmm. I suppose.”

“You’ve got to capitalize on that moment that their clan rift opens up. That’s what wars of aggression are all about, like it’s easier to eat a country that’s been torn apart by civil war than one with tightly knit bond. There must be a lot of dissatisfaction in his clan, with a half-breed claiming to be their leader. Their young leader’s disability is just going to be a trigger.”

“What do you mean half-breed?”

“He’s a mixed race born from a human woman. You saw that earlier, right? He was so excited that he didn’t even bother to get up.”

“Well, if he was.. Then he would have… You know, the one when dogs swell up when they’re mating?”

Eve nodded at his words as William dredged up a tidbit of knowledge from his vague memory, and then he spoke again.

“Yeah. He’s doing a good job of hiding the fact that he’s not fully blooded so far, but it won’t be long before some of the disgruntled elders point out his problems and he falls over.”

“They’ll be too busy fighting amongst themselves to pay attention to the outside world for a while.”

“Well. Right.”

Eve said in a low whisper as she looked at Basilio, who was slowly recovering from his wounds, his arms hanging limp and dead.

“If we leave him like this, then dump him on the outskirts of East Plumen in a couple days, the wolves will find him on their own. It doesn’t matter if they torture him, I don’t mind, but they can’t kill him. After he’s gone, stop by once in a while to make sure they haven’t really taken anything.”

“We might miss… That second one, they seemed pretty close.”

“Oh well, he’s a nuisance, and I don’t have the time to deal with them one by one. I’ll just have to smash them in one fell swoop.”

Time passed, and it was late at night again.

A man with a cotton sack over his head and bound hands and feet was thrown from a small carriage under a dark and remote cave bridge off a remote path.

The man in the carriage, who pushed the unconscious, unmoving body haphazardly outside, did not delay long, but calmly urged the coachman to leave.

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