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Chapter 1075: Escape Plan
"Any news yet?" Jason asked, staring indifferently at the snow falling outside.
Sergan bowed his head.
"Yes, my lord."
"What was the result?"
Sergan fell silent.
Jason frowned, then turned to face him and stared intently.
"Why are you just standing there in silence?" he asked coldly. "Tell me—what were the results?"
His voice grew impatient.
Sergan took a deep breath before answering in a weak voice, "It failed."
Silence instantly filled Jason’s office.
Jason’s eyes widened slightly, but only for a moment.
He quickly regained his composure and smiled.
"A failure, huh?"
He lowered his head, his expression a mix of emotions that was hard to read.
Sergan didn’t dare say anything. He simply stood there in silence, staring at his feet.
A few minutes later, Jason raised his head and looked at him indifferently.
"We’re going to the Holy Empire of Valtanir."
Sergan was startled by his words.
"G-Go to the Holy Empire of Valtanir!?"
His body tensed as he asked, "Are you serious?"
Jason nodded firmly. He turned toward the window and gazed at the dark gray sky before speaking in a grave tone.
"Now that the rebel forces have been defeated, the mastermind behind them must have been exposed. It’s only a matter of time before the empire passes judgment on me. You and the Black Veil unit will become targets of the imperial palace’s purge. Is that what you want?"
Sergan was stunned, unable to find the words to respond.
Jason didn’t wait for an answer and turned to leave.
"Pack plenty of provisions. Bring wheat, gold, silver, and other valuables. We’re leaving tonight."
"What about Queen Vanessa?" Sergan asked anxiously.
At the mention of her name, Jason stopped in his tracks.
He closed his eyes before replying, "Let her stay here. She’s innocent and had nothing to do with my plans. Seira certainly won’t punish her, given her status as queen."
Sergan pressed his lips together and nodded.
Just as Jason opened the door to his office, Fenric suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling him.
"M-My Lord!" Fenric cried out in a panic, gripping his right wrist tightly. "It’s dangerous! It’s dangerous!"
Jason frowned and pulled his arm free from Fenric’s grip.
"Can’t you stop panicking like that? How many times have I warned you?"
Fenric flinched and quickly bowed his head in apology.
"I’m sorry, my lord. It’s my fault!" he said in a trembling voice.
Jason rubbed his sore wrist, then waved his left hand.
"Tell me, what’s going on?"
Fenric took a deep breath to calm himself before answering anxiously, "Marquis Caltheron has arrived with a large group of nobles! They’ve brought one hundred and fifty armed soldiers and are demanding that you come out immediately and explain yourself!"
Jason was startled by the news. His eyes narrowed slightly as he whispered, "Marquis Caltheron?"
Both his hands clenched into fists.
"How dare that man bring so many nobles here to oppose me?" he growled.
What puzzled him most was Orlan’s audacity.
’Could it be that he’s already discovered the truth?’
His eyes narrowed as he looked at Fenric standing before him.
A moment later, he regained his composure, concealing his emotions.
"I understand."
Jason patted Fenric on the shoulder. The gesture was gentle, but Fenric could sense the subtle pressure behind it.
"Tell Orlan to come in with two nobles representing the others. The soldiers must remain outside the mansion grounds. Otherwise, I’ll consider this an act of rebellion. Understood?"
Fenric nodded stiffly.
"I-I understand, my lord."
Without another word, Fenric turned and left.
Sergan emerged from behind Jason and watched Fenric leave with a cold expression.
"Do you want him dead?"
Jason shook his head.
"No need. Just carry out my earlier order. The sooner, the better."
Sergan nodded, then turned and walked away, vanishing into thin air.
...
Outside the mansion, Orlan stood alongside twenty heads of noble families and one hundred and fifty soldiers clad in iron armor.
They had only one purpose: to confront Jason and demand an explanation for his betrayal of the empire.
"Are you certain Jason will come out to meet us?" a viscount asked.
"Tch! Don’t call him ’Duke’!" the fat count spat. "He doesn’t deserve that title!"
The other nobles exchanged glances.
"Enough. Watch your language."
Orlan immediately stepped in to calm things down.
"Regardless of the evidence I’ve already presented, we must keep our emotions in check. I need to verify whether everything written in that letter is true."
Hearing this, the nobles fell silent and waited patiently.
A few minutes later, Fenric stepped out through the mansion’s front door and walked toward them.
Orlan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
"How was it? Did Duke Jason agree to meet with us?" the fat Count asked.
Fenric nodded.
"He agreed, but on one condition."
He raised his index finger.
"Only three people are allowed inside. The soldiers must remain outside the mansion grounds. If you refuse, the Duke will consider it a declaration of war against the Malvain family."
Hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed.
"What did you say...!?" the viscount exclaimed angrily.
He was about to step forward, but Orlan quickly held him back.
"Stop! Don’t let your emotions get the better of you!"
The viscount gritted his teeth in frustration. However, since Orlan had already warned him, he didn’t dare argue.
Orlan turned toward Fenric and nodded.
"I’ll go. As for the rest..."
He looked at the nobles around him before finally selecting the viscount and the fat count.
"You two are coming with me."
The other nobles had no objections to his decision.
The three of them followed Fenric into the mansion.
...
Jason waited calmly in the living room. He closed his eyes, thinking through the various scenarios he might have to face in the future.
Saving the Malvain family was impossible. The empire would strip his family of its power.
Although he was reluctant to accept it, he knew it was inevitable.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching.
He looked up and saw Fenric entering with Orlan and two other nobles.
Upon seeing them, he didn’t stand up. He merely gave them a slight nod.
"Have a seat, all of you. I’ve prepared some tea."
The Count gritted his teeth and was about to explode, but Orlan stopped him.
"Stay calm."
The Count clicked his tongue in annoyance but didn’t resist.
They sat down on the sofa across from Jason.
Fenric didn’t dare disturb them and quietly left the room.
"So, what brings you here?" Jason asked, feigning innocence.
Orlan didn’t answer immediately. He took a sip of tea, closed his eyes for a moment, then placed his cup back on the table.
"Isn’t it obvious?" he replied indifferently. "We’ve come to demand an explanation from you, Duke Jason Malvain."