Hearing Henwellâs words, Pajajeâs face stiffens, forcing a smile. âSir, you must have the wrong person! I donât know any Scar Tiger. Iâm Pajaje, a member of the Hodith family. Born and raised in the Lumir Duchy. Iâve never been to Peace Haven!â
Henwell calmly fixes his gaze on him.
Sweat soon beads across Pajajeâs forehead. Henwell says, âScar Tiger! Forgotten already? Iâm quite skilled at disguise. You were locked in my dungeon for a long time. Are you really certain I didnât notice your previous appearance was just a disguise?â
He circles the stiff Pajaje. âTsk tsk tsk! Not bad craftsmanship! You really changed your face. Anyone unaware might think you had plastic surgery! I bet you used some special potions to alter your appearance again.â
Pajaje grits his teeth. âI donât understand what the lord of Blood Hill is talking about! I told you, youâre mistaken. Iâm Pajaje, and many can vouch for me.â
Henwell turns his back and leans on the balcony railing, gazing at the early summer night scene.
âYouâre not Pajaje. Your real name is Walker, a knightâs attendant to Pajaje. During the War of the Six Kings, you abandoned your lord to escape alone, causing his death. To avoid being exposed, you changed your name to Yorkel and became a horse bandit near Peace Haven. When you discovered Pajaje was declared missing instead of dead, you had an idea.â
âYou started focusing on the Hodith family in Lumir, which was still a knightly family then. The War of the Six Kings devastated them; nearly all the men died, leaving only women to maintain the familyâs dignity.â
âYou took this chance to find your old loverâPajajeâs wife. Together, you plotted to switch places. Under your manipulation, those who knew Pajaje âaccidentallyâ died one by one. Pajajeâs wife began publicly claiming he was out training and would return.â
âOriginally, you planned to seize the Hodith familyâs wealth and then disappear. But since the Hodith family was honored as loyal heroes after the war and elevated to baronial status a few years later, your plan hit a snag. It became hard to empty their estate quickly.â
âTo keep the Duchy of Lumirâs nobles from coveting the baronial family, you risked returning a few times to prove Pajaje was still alive. Then you got unlucky and ran into me while suppressing bandits. Since then, youâve been under my command.â
âThe presence of Wind Raider boosted your strength, and you even took on side jobs to solidify your other identity. You were greedy. You could have returned safely as a fake baron, but you wanted my army too. You tried to bring Wind Raider along to secure your position here.â
âBut once again, you got unlucky. When I went on an expedition, you tried to betray me and run. Your time in the dungeon taught you that you had to come back and be a noble. So you betrayed me again and chose to return as the baron!â
Pajaje stares hard at Henwellâs back. âHow do you know all this?â
Henwell replies, âLike I said, if I want to know something, I can uncover a lot of secrets. And your little secrets? Theyâre not so little to me. Ever since I placed Senra by your side, Iâve been slowly piecing together your secrets.â
Pajaje scoffs, âItâs all just your guesswork. No one here would believe the word of the lord of Peace Haven. This is the Lumir Duchy.â
Henwell glances back at him. âWhether they believe it or not doesnât matter, as long as I do. Also, I should remind you: when you silenced your old lover, the Baroness of Hodith, you shouldâve been more careful. Why didnât you do it yourself? Why use someone elseâs hand? Afraid to get your own hands dirty? Thatâs a bit hypocritical, isnât it?â
Pajaje steps forward, voice low and hoarse, âSheâs still alive?â
Henwellâs long hair flutters in the night breeze. âWhether sheâs alive or not isnât important. What matters is that Iâm not bluffing you. Scar Tiger, why do you never believe me? If youâd just admit the truth of your relationship, I could have arranged things better for you. Didnât I warn you? Back in the dungeon, when I told you to become a noble. You didnât realize I already knew so much, did you?â
Pajajeâs face turns pale. He takes a few steps back, gasping for breath.
With a twisted expression and hoarse voice, Pajaje asks, âWhat exactly do you want from me?â
Henwell turns back and pats his shoulder. âI told you, Iâm glad youâre doing well. I donât want anything from you. Besides, your current position isnât enough to help me with anything. Iâve always known where you are.â
âHonestly, I didnât want to disturb your life. But lately, youâve been slacking off, just coasting, not striving. That wonât do! You need to pull yourself together and climb up desperately. Aim for viscount, aim for earl, reach for higher ground!â
Pajajeâs voice grows manic. âWhy wonât you let me go? Iâve done enough for you already. Please! I beg you, just leave me be! I only want a peaceful life. I promise I wonât oppose you anymore!â
Watching Pajajeâs tears stream down his face, Henwell sneers. âHeh⊠Scar Tiger, your acting needs work! I remember you as ambitious. This is the perfect age to fight hard. You have to put in the effort.â
âIf you just lie down and give up, wonât you be wasting my expectations? Donât worry. I wonât meddle in your affairs, but you have to push yourself upward, as far as you can. If you donât push yourself, then I will, and Iâm sure you wonât like that.â
âAlso, donât say your old boss doesnât take care of you. I know starting out is tough, so I wonât just stand by. In Ika territory, Iâve put 100,000 gold coins into your three treasure spots. In five years, I want you to be a viscount, a viscount with real power.â
âOf course, if you can become an earl, Iâll look at you with new respect. Work hard! When your territory expands, your contributions will be remembered. I wonât forget what youâve done.â
Pajaje wipes away his tears and glares fiercely at Henwell. âWhat if I refuse?â
Henwell sighs. âSigh~ Scar Tiger, weâre all adults. Why say such childish things? You donât have the right to refuse. Youâre a pawn. What, you want to be a pawn that gets thrown away? I remember your survival instinct is pretty strong.â
With that, Henwell pats his shoulder again. âWork hard! I saw early on that youâre a bad guy. Trust your own cunning and cruelty. Youâll swim smoothly in noble circles for sure.â