"The Prostitute Case?"

Weakly leaning against the fluffy lake blue pillow, Chille sneezed lightly, the blush on his cheeks still vibrant, his body devoid of strength.

"So this is the reason why you were here last night?"

Even in such a wretched state, Chille's expression remained arrogantly superior.

Leaning lazily, half-closed amethyst eyes gazed softly and gloomily at Delfina Delettrez Fendi in front of him.

"Yes."

He answered indifferently.

The maid affectionately held the slender and delicate legs of the little Count - the fair and tender skin was dotted with red marks and bruises, both tempting and filthy.

"Last night, Phylline Dug's people from the 'God of Wine' in the underground black market of Lanchinthal asked for Count Lorraine Lande, the mastermind behind the scenes, to handle it."

Tenderly and willfully playing with the small, jade-like white feet, her fingertips traced the lines of the legs, gradually covering the love marks with black stockings.

"People die every day in Lanchinthal, why should we be surprised?"

He pursed his delicate lips and let the taste of the sweet iris flower linger on his tongue.

Chille felt Delfina Delettrez Fendi's fair and cool fingers gently and skillfully massaging his sore and tired body, from ankle to spine, bringing waves of soft pleasure.

His ears blushed.

The little Count turned away from the maid's charming eyes, with a halo flowing in his pink eyes, and tried to keep his calm.

"The Royal City just treats the refugees from Lanchinthal like stray dogs, without a word from the nobles, even when so many people die. Why are they making such a fuss now? It's not like their usual style."

"Hmm, I'm afraid it's because it involves them."

Delfina Delettrez Fendi embraced Chille's weak waist and held him gently in her arms.

Seeing the little beauty give up struggling after a few attempts, the resentment and stubbornness on her exquisite face made her even more fond of him.

Unable to resist, she leaned down and pecked his flushed lips, speaking softly,

"Are you awake, Chille?"

Pouting, the little Count glared at her, annoyed.

"Fine~"

Delfina Delettrez Fendi took the black silk choker with a small golden bell hanging from it, gently wrapped it around Chille's neck, covering the mark.

"After involving the nobles, things will naturally no longer be put aside like before. But when the Royal City really started investigating, they discovered that similar incidents had occurred more than once. They suspect that many of the unidentified missing prostitutes may be related to this case."

"Oh?"

His expression of indifference changed slightly, Chille restrained his emotions, calmed himself down, and said in a deep voice,

"So what does this have to do with us? Lorraine Lande's 'God of Wine' may not be clean, but at least they have their rules."

"But because it affects too many people, the whole of Lanchinthal is now in panic."

Delfina Delettrez Fendi calmly said,

"As a result, the Royal City has sealed off the entire Black City District, which naturally includes the 'God of Wine'."

"The entire Black City District, meaning the entire underground world of Lanchinthal?"

Considering and pondering, Chille felt more and more that something was amiss with the whole situation.

"Where did the Royal City get such audacity? The Black City District involves not only Lorraine Lande, but also the nobles of the entire imperial capital. Even French Court itself has a stake in it."

Speaking to this point, he paused for a moment.

The little Count suddenly realized something and looked up, staring intently at Delfina Delettrez Fendi's deep purple eyes,

"Someone with such power and influence... Did the person who reported this tell you who is in charge of investigating this 'Prostitute Case'?""Anjolina, the second princess of the French Court," Delfina Delettrez Fendi said in a soft and calm tone. She carefully draped the gemstone blue double-breasted coat over Chille, smoothing out the wrinkles on his robe. "The entire case is now being handled by the 'Steel Princess,' and all the members of the Imperial City Court will follow her orders."

"Tsk, that domineering woman," Chille muttered, feeling a headache coming on. "Since it's her in charge, this so-called 'prostitute case' must not be as simple as it seems."

"Is young master planning to go to Lanchinthal later?" Delfina asked.

"Fiorina would not send someone to report without reason," Chille replied irritably. "It means Anjolina specifically requested to see me, so how can I not go?"

Turning his head, Chille looked at Delfina Delettrez Fendi in silence, his eyes filled with curiosity. "But then again, Her Royal Highness, the 'Steel Princess,' seems to be quite interested in me, doesn't she? Or perhaps both princesses of the French Court have their eyes on me, Delfina Delettrez Fendi?"

"They are interested in Lorraine Land, not you, young master," replied the maid as she gently caressed the young count's cheek. "They want you just because Lorraine Land can help them advance closer to becoming the Empress."

"But I am Lorraine Land," Chille retorted, swatting away Delfina Delettrez Fendi's hand with a snap. He sneered and stood up slowly. "Call Serena Hamovi to join us when we go later."

"Serena?" Delfina Delettrez Fendi blinked her purple eyes in surprise, looking at Chille, who had an arrogant expression on his face. She felt a hint of unease in her heart for some reason. "Why do you want to bring her, young master?"

"Since I know Anjolina is scheming with private interests to get a hold of Lorraine Land, I naturally have to prepare for it," Chille explained. "Didn't you ask me yesterday if I was satisfied with Serena?"

"What do you mean?" the maid asked, sensing the sarcasm in Chille's words. Her heart involuntarily started to beat faster.

"Well, they and her mother want to use her becoming my fiancée to plot against Lorraine Land. I'll just let them have their way," Chille said, his voice gentle and his smile sweet. There was a lingering resentment hidden in his crimson eyes as he proudly looked down at the maid. It was as if he silently mocked her—so what if I play around?

You're not worthy, Demon.