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Chapter 19

"Ugh..."

The Count, who had noticed this before long, groaned.

The man hurriedly approached the Count and made him stand up. When the Count was startled, wondering if the man was going to hit him again, the man fell away, telling him to rest assured.

"I was so impressed by the Count's words earlier that I followed you. If you don't mind, I would like to have a drink, which I will buy."

Did he see such a solid young man? The empty Count's eyes rolled back in his head at the mention of being impressed by him.

The Count was weak with admiration and even weaker with prais of himself, especially as this unidentified man did.

Having forgotten even the pain of the beating, he slipped out of the alley shoulder to shoulder with the man and drank until dawn.

Then he lay down in the room of the inn where the man had caught him.

"Rest well."

"I can't believe there's someone like you in this day and age."

The Count, moved by a man whose name he did not even know. In the process of doing so, he was unable to overcome the onrushing drunkenness and fell asleep easily.

After sleeping soundly for a while, he heard someone enter the room.

He thought he was going to lie down, but he also felt them tapping him.

Soaked in liquor, the Count mistakenly thought that this was the Valentine mansion in the East and that the person lying next to him must be a woman he had brought in without telling his wife. So he unconsciously embraced them.

"F*cker... why are you touching my butt? Like a beggar."

The man in his arms uttered a curse. The thick, low voice was undoubtedly a man.

Just as he was about to open his eyes in embarrassment, a strong blow hit his stomach.

The count fainted as it was.

And in the morning, when he opened his eyes,

"H-heuk, how am I going to get married now..."

"You've been caught red-handed."

There stood a man crying that he had lost his purity, wearing only his underwear, and a guard with a look of disdain on his face.

***

I was now at the guild office of the two men who broke into the Lavirins mansion.

"So the Count is being held in prison."

"I see."

When I nodded my head as if I understood, the guildmaster of the two men handed me a report saying, "Please refer to it."

In it, they told me that they made Count Valentine drink alcohol and get drunk and that they took him to an inn and made him sleep, which was told to me beforehand.

The details were prepared, including that the man who played rock-paper-scissors between the guild members and lost crawled into the Count's bed wearing only his underpants, and that the count touched the corresponding guild member's buttocks.

'Losing the innocence of the buttocks.'

Unfortunately, he had no choice but to lose the game of rock-paper-scissors. The playing field was a cool one.

I checked the report with dry eyes and returned it.

Then, the guildmaster, who had been staring at me with a glint in his eye that didn't match his rugged physique, opened his mouth.