At the old nobleman's residence, he looked at the Small Earl's Uncle with an especially grim expression.
"I asked ... He proved that I never gave any order to attack anyone else's businesses. Since that order didn't come from me, it must have come from you."
Kipplin's expression was just as ugly. He looked at the old nobleman with a trace of resentment.
Faced with the question, he firmly shook his head. "I didn't do it. I'm not that stupid, and you told me to stop."
"Do you dare swear to that?" the old nobleman asked.
Kipplin then raised his hand and swore to Gefra's God that none of this had been his doing.
Sometimes it was hard to understand the thought processes of the Federation's people and Gefra's people. On the one hand, they committed acts of blasphemy, yet on the other, they were filled with pure faith at certain moments.
Criminals who had committed countless horrific crimes would press their hands to a Bible in court and swear that every word they said was true—and people actually fucking believed them.
They would rather believe people's absurd and ridiculous oaths than scientific evidence and factual proof.
After watching Kipplin make an extremely vicious oath, the old nobleman became even more confused. "If it wasn't you, then who did it?"
Just as he was pondering the matter, the telephone rang.
After answering it, his expression grew worse and worse. It had already been bad enough, but now it was absolutely terrible! In truth, Kipplin himself held little value for him. However, throwing Kipplin out to the Small Earl—even if the Small Earl apologized in front of everyone—would amount to him backing down. It would mean that the entire family had backed down.
Not to mention the businesses in Kipplin's hands.