"You wasteful woman!" Solam reclined with his hands behind his head, opening his mouth to eat the grapes Isabella fed him while berating her in anguish. "Who helps someone else and still has to pay out of pocket? Yetana should have compensated them for those things in the first place, but you actually rushed to take the blame yourself. Are you—are you stupid?"
Since he had nothing better to do anyway, Solam decided to amuse himself by teasing Isabella. As for compensation, wasn't it just money? Did that even count as a problem?
"And you have the nerve to say that? The Grand Duchess only told you to investigate the case, not to turn the entire Beauclair River upside down! Luckily, no one died this time, so all you had to do was pay money. If someone really had died, what would you have done then?"
Isabella was a good girl. Although she came from a noble family, her home circumstances had never been particularly good, and she had never enjoyed the extravagance of aristocratic life. As a result, she did not share the usual noble disdain for human lives. In her view, the Grand Duchess was already being quite lenient by merely asking Solam for money. After all, Solam had caused trouble.
Faced with Isabella's words, Solam did not even know what to say. He had no idea how Isabella had survived this long. Was she really that naïve? No wonder this woman had once been captured and sold as a slave.
Was death really that serious? What a joke. Not long ago, Solam had slaughtered an entire squad of knights in the streets of Beauclair, right in front of the whole city! And now? Wasn't he still living just fine? Had anyone held him accountable for it? Whoever