How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 35.2

Among the family, the eldest man hurriedly explained.

“I am a glass artisan who was trapped on Istenia Island. Grand Consort, Your Highness, I beg you sincerely. Anywhere that the lord’s hand cannot reach… anywhere is fine. Could you take us somewhere else?”

“If we return there, we will live like slaves again. That place is a prison without bars… Grand Consort, please, I beg you for mercy!”

“…A craftsman from Istenia Island?”

What was going on?

I was so taken aback that I could only blink in disbelief.

The System, which had been completely silent, not even giving an event completion alert, suddenly triggered a new event in a panic.

Lately, the reward descriptions have seemed inadequate. I do not think it is just my imagination…

Moreover, the System has still not given the pirate-suppression event rewards. Not safe voyage stuff, but the preview-of-original-story rewards.

‘System, don’t forget to keep the preview rewards.’

When it triggers random events, it gets all excited, but then sulks if you just ask for the reward. I am not some debtor; I am claiming my rightful reward. I never understood why it acted that way every time.

“Grand Consort, please have mercy on us…”

While my attention was briefly on the System, the artisan family trembled with anxiety, looking pitiful. I bent down, lifting the man, and reassured him.

“I understand your situation. The Grand Duke will decide, but you need not worry. He will not send you back to Istenia.”

“R-Really?”

“Of course.”

Who would return such a treasure?

I smiled confidently. A glass artisan had come here on his own. He could make glass in Hezekia! No matter how much I tried to hold it back, I could not help laughing.

But as soon as Tristan opened his mouth, my laughter faded.

Tristan had listened to the situation and decided their treatment with a serious expression.

“It will be difficult to avoid Everett and Count Dearsby’s pursuit within the Rubyere Empire. The fleet is heading to the northern continent. Let them live freely wherever they wish in the north. I will provide settlement funds.”

“R-Really, Your Highness?”

“Thank you, thank you!”

What kind of statement was this? Really… was it sincere?

I stood there, dazed, as they glistened with tears of joy and gratitude.

There actually was someone who would return a rolled-in treasure… Why were they doing this?

Could they not simply come to Hezekia and be given land?

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It was a day when cool spring rain fell steadily beneath a dark sky. The fleet finally arrived at the Port of Kalhaven on the northern continent.

“Every time I come here, the weather seems terrible. It cannot always be like this, right?”

“Occasionally, the sun shines, but generally, it is like this.”

“Ugh, I could not live here with such depressing weather.”

“…Why is the Grand Consort living here? His residence is in Hezekia.”

“No, I was just saying. Do not look so serious. Your Highness is terrifying even if you just keep your mouth shut…”

I adjusted the edge of the hood over my head as I replied.

A briny sea breeze brushed my nose. Raindrops hung like a thin veil, obscuring my view.

“Disembarkation preparations are complete, Your Highness.”

Sir Johannes bowed as he reported. The knights were already prepared and waiting to disembark.

I crossed the wet, damp deck and slowly stepped off the ship.

The harbor, shrouded in mist, came into view. The still, cold air clung damply to my neck. The subdued atmosphere even seemed slightly eerie.

However, soon this place would become as bustling as Belforte Harbor. Even now, the inner shopping streets must already look very different from before.

Tristan glanced around naturally as he stepped forward. He headed toward the shopping district we had visited last time.

“Wait a moment!”

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