The Male Lead's Fake Sister

Chapter 53

The Duke, Heint Leontine, had experienced turbulent days recently.

There were many reasons.

From the increased number of people in the family to the fact that he had to leave the mansion for inspection soon.

Yesterday, he spent most of his day bowing his head repeatedly in front of the Emperor.

'I didn't expect to suddenly deal with so much work at this age.'

The downside of being the Emperor's right hand was that he couldn't retire even in his old age.

Fortunately, the Emperor allowed him to succeed his position and step down after he completed this last mission.

Duke Leontine frowned due to the rush of fatigue and recalled the conversation he had with the Emperor.

“Heint, perhaps you are already aware of this, but the Blue has recently become a threat to the aristocracy.”

A privileged class like the aristocrats would be bothered when the commoners, the mere subjects of taxation, were able to rise and stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them.

But the problem wasn't simply about the nobles' hostility toward the Blue.

“So far, Blue's wealth is less than that of a high-ranking aristocrat, but it's only a matter of time before the position is reversed. Change is inevitable.”

“Then, does Your Majesty want to restrain them?”

“Restrain them. Many nobles have already formed an alliance with the Blue. In this situation, if you come up with a vague containment policy, I'm sure we can widen the gap. Don't you agree?”

Duke Leontine nodded.

“I know Your Majesty has great insight. But I cannot discern the deep meaning of Your Majesty's words yet.”

“There's nothing to discern. It's as simple as,” said the Emperor.

The Emperor took a small pouch out of the drawer and threw it to Duke Leontine.

“Removing the public enemy.”

When Duke Leontine opened the pouch, it contained a white powder with the scent of magnolia.

“Your Majesty, may I know what this is?”

“It's a drug called Dark Flower. You will know the effect when you try it yourself. I've detected frequent distribution of this drug in the slums recently.”

There was no change in the Emperor's expression, but Duke Leontine could see the blade that shone eerily through his opponent's eyes.

A monarch is still a monarch no matter how old he is.

The Emperor, still wearing a mysterious expression on his face, continued slowly.

“Given that the drug was distributed in the slums instead of the wealthy areas, I suppose the perpetrator was a lowborn. They may have started off poorly, but since the drugs are even in my hands, the scale must be quite large by now….”