How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

“System, maybe a hit cycle…?”

Due to the user’s repeated failures to suppress sexual urges, hit cycle and loot raid events will not be available for the time being♡

So it refuses to give anything for free. How petty.

I let out a deep sigh and glanced at the fluorescent letters sparkling in midair. The system only responded with cheerful hearts. At this point, there was no other way. Reluctantly, I hugged the little blob tightly once more and walked toward my room.

But of course, I could not give up here. As soon as I was alone, I immediately called the system again.

“System. Come on, just this once. Please let me check the original story on credit. Just once. We are on the same ship, right?”

Credit is not allowed, as I clearly stated last time……

“That was not such an urgent situation back then. Now it really is a crisis. I borrowed money to build large ships, but the trade in the Northern Continent is shrinking. If we fail to secure those ships, the Grand Castle could be lost. What if all of us are thrown out into the streets? And still, we are the Grand Duke, the Grand Consort, and His Imperial Highness, the Crown Prince.”

Who told you to go all reckless like this? As adults, we have to take responsibility for our own actions.

“Stop being so strict. If I go bankrupt and get kicked out of the Grand Castle, do you think Everett will just stay quiet? The chance of me being killed increases. What good is it to you if I die?”

Finally, the system seemed to flinch slightly. It did not respond, but that was the feeling I got.

Could this be it? I probed carefully, throwing out a random remark.

“What if I fail the goal and end up dead at the hands of Everett or Count Dearsby? What happens to you? You get scrapped, right?”

……

Normally, it would have exploded at this, but this seemed to be the correct approach. I smirked and continued.

“So let’s cooperate. I will not pester you again. It is just too urgent right now. You also understand what it is like to be buried in debt. Interest rates are insane in this era. They even take double-digit interest. Let’s work together and avoid ending up as cosmic dust, okay?”

Finally, the system relented and displayed letters. It was understandable. It probably did not want to be labeled as an antique and discarded.

……Just this once……

“Now you are making sense. Alright, alright.”

Please enter the keywords to search in the original story.

Keywords……

I thought carefully about which word to use. I could only check 500 characters. A wrong keyword could waste this precious opportunity.

After much consideration, I spoke.

“Mercury poisoning. Search for this.”

[Original story search started using the keyword ‘Mercury poisoning’ as requested by the user.]
……Searching……

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Those accused of treason, regardless of status, are summoned to the Grand Castle of Belforte to face trial. Accordingly, a few days later, a trial was held in the Belforte court.

The courtroom was surrounded on all sides by antique, heavy pillars, like an old cathedral. The modest space was unusually crowded that day. Word had spread that the trial of Matthias, accused of treason, would be held, and the townspeople had gathered in large numbers.

The worn wooden benches at the back of the courtroom were filled with hunched elderly men, women wearing head coverings, and farmers clutching their hats with rough hands. All had solemn expressions.

“Treason… Matthias could never do such a thing, Mayor.”

“He is a bit unusual, but a kind and simple boy. How could he commit such a terrible act?”

“Indeed. He has been interested in the sea since childhood. He never meddled in the affairs of those in high positions.”

Voices of desperation echoed from all directions like a ripple.