Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 175

Perhaps it was not a bluff to say that they were invited as distinguished guests, the Nortons were able to cross Garcia’s border in an instant without any special procedures.

There was no checkpoint, so Lloyd didn’t even have to take his hood off.

‘Annoying.’

Lloyd wanted an excuse to get a check and blow it all up, so he clicked his tongue lightly.

“I have been waiting.”

They arrived at a mansion. A mansion whose owner is unknown.

But Lloyd could quickly guess who was behind it.

‘If they are friendly to the nobles of other countries to this extent, it is safe to say that the influence of a high-ranking official, perhaps the Pope, is in.’

As soon as he thought like that, the person who greeted them spoke up.

“You have proven that to be cooperative with Garcia. We will pay you a reasonable price for what you deserve.”

“In return, what you promised?”

“Of course.”

It was as expected.

This was not simply a problem limited to the single Viscount Norton family. Lloyd watched silently.

‘Are they going to plant a double agent?’

A double agent would be common.

To some extent, even in Principality Valentine, spies were periodically searched out and pruned. Even though people outside the Valentine border never even set foot in the devil’s lair.

So it really wasn’t a big deal.

It was boring and obvious enough for him to yawn, and it wasn’t even worth paying attention to.

‘As long as I have witnessed it myself, I can’t leave it alone.’

But if that happens, Aria might be sad. He didn’t want to take away her little happiness, so he was contemplating it for a while.

As they walked through the hallway after being assigned their own rooms, he heard a voice coming from the crack in an open room door.

“Father, he was trying to kill me! He grabbed my neck and tried to strangle me. Can’t you see the handprints on my neck?”

“……”

“Even if that bastard is the most powerful soldier in Attis, how can the man who was after my life be protecting us?”

It was Young Lord Norton. He kept fussing, “What if he tries to hurt me while I’m sleeping?”.

“…ha. This punk.”

The Viscount sighed as he saw the red handprints left on the nape of his son’s neck.

He got strangled?

‘That’s obvious.’

When a husband saw another man set their eyes on his wife, it was a natural reaction.

However, that did not mean that the Norton’s would consider the feelings of the insignificant commoners. It was pathetic what his son had done, but the Viscount was furious at the situation that the commoner dared to touch his son.

‘How dare you try to kill my son.’

Viscount Norton was outwardly scolding his son, but inwardly he was determined.

‘I must dispose of it.’

“Alright, so get out now.”

“Are you going to kill him before returning to Attis?”