“You…shameless bastard!”

Brod shouted out to Shalom while protecting Joachim. Even though he personally thought Biyom was trash, he still respected Biyom as one of the Count’s family. He thought Biyom shouldn’t be discarded and treated like some kind of diseased animal. 

“Hmmm, you call me shameless.”

Shalom smiled mockingly just like the older knights in front of the inner gate.

“…Are you really responsible for spreading the diseases?” Joachim asked carefully.

“Yeah. I spread it.”

“For what reason?”

“For judgment!”

Like a lord making a stern judgment, Shalom said this with gravity and assurance. And from this, Zich found the answer to one of his most pressing questions.

‘Ah, that guy is not Fest.’

The Fest he was familiar with would not say something like that.

‘Now, there’s only one suspect left.’

While Zich calmly made deductions about Fest’s identity, the conversation between Shalom and Joachim continued. 

“What do you mean by judgment? Your words are absurd. If you are so great that you can make judgments, who are you judging in this situation? Is it my family?”

“Yes. I have a lot of people in mind, but the first group that I have to judge the most harshly and cruelly is you and your family. It is my greatest regret that I left you to that robed man. I should have also judged you with my own hands.”

‘Also?’ Joachim repeated Shalom’s words inside his mind. Since Shalom said ‘also,’ there must be other people who he wanted...