There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 115

Unfortunately, the villains’ internal whistleblowing was not unified in the slightest, like a messy love square.

They now began to run wild, insisting that they were innocent and the other bastard was the culprit.

“You! You, Capone! I know you secretly picked the lock to the library at 2 AM and didn’t come out for 13 minutes!”

“Logan, you bastard, are you a stalker?! So what if I went to the library! I went to get a textbook I’d left behind. Check the CCTV! You’ll see me holding a textbook! There’s a more suspicious guy than that! This one right here! Exactly fifteen days ago, at 2:59 PM, after you came back from the west wing restroom on the hallway side, you walked around suspiciously for exactly 17 minutes with something weird stuffed in your thigh! Dietrich!”

“Skip that! That… that, skip that!”

“…Right! Just skip that one!”

“What’s wrong, Logan? Are you crazy? Why are you defending Dietrich… No way! Did you guys team up against me?!”

“Do you think we would?! Winkel, that bastard, is sniping at me!”

“Why me again! You said you’d skip it! Skip it! I said skip it!”

“I’m telling you, there’s other evidence!”

“This crazy bastard…!”

I felt the same way he did.

‘Are they insane?’

How suspiciously have they been acting for this to happen? No, more importantly, how little trust do they have in each other to think that a secretly bulging thigh is suspicious espionage? How much have they been rolling their eyes around, trying to find fault with each other?! Aren’t you guys friends?! Huh?!

‘Damn it. If I leave this be, it’ll turn into a total mess.’

Since it has come to this, I should at least wrap things up.

“You said the school trip starts in three days, right? It would be a good opportunity to transfer special information since you’ll be outside.”

“I absolutely have no intention of…!”

“Identify the culprit’s name before the school trip ends. And tell only me, do you understand?”

I smiled.

“You must name just one person…?”

I thought, hoping this mess would somehow get sorted out while I was gone…….

‘…I see, so that’s what Cassis de Millang is….’

Dietrich, Winkel’s only son, was different from his other friends (whom he called friends, but who were all fully prepared to stab each other in the back, and who might become collaborators someday if they won the succession battle). Because he was the only son, he was living as the stable heir.

That was why it was also easy for him to be privy to confidential information that others did not know.

‘What Cassis de Millang has done.’

…The renowned families and clans that were exterminated, the bloody trail that served as evidence, the dragon robe woven from fear that he wore……. None of the friends here knew it as well as Dietrich Winkel did.

The reason the confidential information had not yet been passed on to them was probably because they were in a position where they had to endure the schemes and bloody struggles within their own families.

After all, if they made a mistake, even surviving would be difficult.

‘That’s also why I don’t get attached to these kids.’

At least Logan Estevan was somewhat well-off thanks to the Estevan family’s bizarre motto, something like ‘Killing family is not allowed. Only plot.’

‘…But our blue-haired young lady’s situation is a little different.’

Not long ago, I saw Capone Yonez coughing up blood. Logan didn’t know it, but the Yonez family was a group that held kin-slaying parties, not shying away from assassins or poison for the sake of power. That’s why Dietrich Winkel thinks that if he had been born into that family, he would have surely killed himself. Conversely, to Capone, Dietrich is nothing more than a magnificent young master who has lived a precious and comfortable life.

In any case, the ways they had lived were all different, and the information given to Dietrich Winkel was on another level.

Only Dietrich Winkel properly knew what a frightening schemer Cassis de Millang was. He possessed a talent that could perhaps overturn the world if he wanted.

That was why, conversely…….

‘Why doesn’t he silence the gossips?’

Dietrich Winkel betrayed Cassis de Millang.

‘Seeing as he doesn’t respond at all to those who slander him, he must have a weakness that the family head has a hold of!’

If that weakness was a powerful one,

‘…There’s no way he can’t hit the jackpot, heheh….’

Wasn’t it obvious who would be defeated when the family head and the young lord vied for power?

It was a rational choice. Cassis de Millang doesn’t treat us like real friends or human beings anyway. I’m just treating him the same way he treats us, so what.

‘Is there any need to feel guilty?’

That was Dietrich Winkel’s reason for betrayal.

But thinking about it now.

‘Were we the ones being culled….’

To be honest, Dietrich Winkel thinks everyone here is a traitor.

‘It’s not that I think others would be like that because my own thoughts are crooked.’

It’s just that there’s no particular reason not to.

Just as Cassis de Millang goes out to play with his lover instead of disciplining us, isn’t it possible for us to surreptitiously put one foot on the family head’s side?

‘But….’

This is what Cassis de Millang said. Choose one. Just one person.

He was saying that he would issue a warning with the punishment of a single person.

I know you betrayed me. But I won’t kill all of you. Just choose one scapegoat.

With just one, you can live. If you betray just one.

It’s not hard, is it?

This was becoming more difficult than expected.

The one betrayed by their group would surely die a cruel death, or suffer a fate worse than death.

It was clearly a vicious scheme to plant guilt in their hearts that way.

‘Perhaps the young lord has recently been choosing the path that can produce the greatest ripple effect with the least amount of energy?’

Is that why he didn’t overwhelmingly crush the gossips?

‘If so….’

He swallowed dryly. A hollow laugh bloomed.

‘My bet might be screwed…?’

While Dietrich Winkel was misjudging things like that, Capone Yonez was lost in other thoughts.

‘What on earth did I see…?’

The basis of her thoughts was the “small” amount of “goodwill” she had received in exchange for selling out Cassis de Millang’s recent activities.

Because, as everyone knows, the de Millangs are a family that could give Capone Yonez a “small” amount of “goodwill” in the form of bloodline magic, which is passed down through the generations to only one chosen member of the direct line.

However, it is not a good look for the de Millangs to step in and control the right of succession, which should be decided within the Yonez family. No matter if it was the de Millangs, it was a perfect way to be accused of meddling in internal affairs. So, the de Millangs, so very casually, without even consulting Capone Yonez, in a way that “got rid of” the current successor…….

They made Capone the next successor.

“Here, take it. Daughter of Yonez.”

At that time, what did Capone Yonez think as she watched her older half-sister collapse, bleeding from every orifice on her face and body? The half-sister had said that the secret art was written inside her eyeball. So to inherit the magic, the eyeball had to be gouged out…….

Just as her hand was about to tremble, the person from de Millang smiled, and so Capone Yonez did not hesitate.

Squish, she gouged out the right eye and held it out.

“…You have some rare nerves, I see.”

Capone knew. They had just provoked her, showing that they could interfere in the internal affairs of a family like Yonez at any time. But that was precisely why Capone could become bold. It was a scream of wanting to smile brightly at that face, which looked intrigued to see what a young girl would do.

After the bloodline magic was engraved onto her eyeball, she returned to her room and saw the blood splattered on her face in the mirror. What expression did she make then……. She thinks she probably smiled.

‘Because I was happy to have obtained the family’s secret art that I had wanted so desperately.’

The reason Capone shared the bloodline magic with Logan and Dietrich was that she would be under suspicion for wearing an eyepatch for three days anyway, so by officially telling them as if she were letting them in on a special secret, she was declaring that the internal strife of the Yonez family was leaning in her favor. So, if they were to take a side in the Yonez family, she would be a good choice. Though Dietrich just shrugged when he saw Capone wipe away the blood she had coughed up with a handkerchief.

‘This kind of thing is nothing.’

The Yonez family had always been like that.

It was not the first time she had seen a person die. She had seen such scenes many, many times. She had even killed herself. That was because so many assassins came.

Sometimes she had to be the one to send the assassins.

She always had to use silver utensils at mealtimes, fighting a life-or-death struggle against those who bribed servants to switch out the material of the utensils, and if she was unlucky enough to ingest poison, she had to spend several nights groaning in pain, with no one to help her… that was the kind of household that gave birth to Capone.

Perhaps that was why she smiled. After gouging out the eyeball of her half-sister who had tormented her and her mother to death, after going through the painful process of transplanting the secret art into her own eyeball, and after the long night ended and she returned to her room, the reflection in the mirror was just that of a terrified girl with gaunt cheeks and blood smeared around her mouth, and that was all…….

Thoughts she had tried to stop came bubbling up one after another. Was something she had struggled her whole life to obtain, something that could be gotten just by selling out what kind of life a person had at the academy?

And yet, she was happy to have obtained the bloodline magic…….

‘I was just being pointlessly jealous of the young lord who could wield such power.’

It was all just so funny, that was why.

‘I’m so pathetic.’

She laughed, choking and gasping for breath.

…That had happened just a few days ago.