Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 190

Chapter 95.2

Countess Fallon nodded in agreement.

“His Majesty I know is always at the forefront of such matters, but…”

“Honey.”

As his voice grew louder, the Countess cautioned him. She knew all too well that such topics weren’t suitable for her subordinates to hear. The Count, being well aware of this himself as he had come up here for a reason, quickly grasped the meaning behind the subdued call and remained silent. However, there was still a lingering dissatisfaction in his eyes.

As the Countess glanced around to ensure no one was present, she reluctantly spoke as though there was nothing she could do.

“The reason His Majesty the Emperor hasn’t been himself lately is because of the Empress.”

“What?”

Count Fallon reflexively raised his eyebrows, but soon, he let out a deep sigh as if he understood.

“No wonder there hasn’t been any action taken. With such a disgraceful Empress.”

Regardless, the Empress brought from abroad was expendable. Still, it was strange from the moment Raniero sent her back to the Empress’s palace unharmed without even touching her.

Countess Fallon lowered her voice and spoke quickly.

“The Emperor isn’t in his right mind because of the Empress. He’s afraid to leave the palace empty because he’s worried the Empress might flee again if he’s absent.”

“Then wouldn’t it be okay to take the empress to the rebellion site?”

“He couldn’t do that because the Empress isn’t feeling well.”

The Countess subtly grumbled.

“If that woman collapses on the way to suppress the rebellion, the expedition will be nothing short of a disaster. Can you imagine how upset His Majesty would be?”

Count Fallon let out a short groan and leaned back against the wall. Indeed, over the past few days, the Emperor had been completely different from the person he had known.

Still arrogant, still imperious, but…

…He lacked his usual confidence.

He seemed nervous and anxious, and there was a distinct difference from the overflowing brilliance he used to carry around with him.

Count Fallon’s complexion darkened.

“This is troublesome…”

Countess Fallon secretly wept when she saw her husband in such a state.

“Honey, what do you think we should do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we need to address this situation. You and I are patriots.”

The Countess pursed her lips and opened her lips to emphasize the last word once again.

“Patriots.”

“Patriots…”

“That also means that we are the most obedient followers of the God Actilla. Can we just stand idly by when our god is in danger?”

Her words had a point.

Count Fallon remained silent for a while. When he opened his mouth much later, he was sparkling with trust in his wife, his long-time companion.

“We need to get rid of that woman.”

“I thought you would say that. Actually, I’ve already been working on it.”

“What?”

The Count frowned at his wife’s unilateral decision.

“How could you do this without consulting me?!”

“Shh, lower your voice. Still, in situations like this, it’s crucial to involve as few people as possible. The more people who meddle, the more potential traitors there are.”

Even though he wanted to ask if his wife considered him a traitor, he figured it would be futile, so he just nodded and kept his mouth shut.

“Alright, I understand. Let’s hear how things are progressing.”

“Do you know Viscount Gongfyr? His daughter is serving as a maid in the Empress’s Palace with me.”

Of course, he knew Viscount Gongfyr.

The impression that the man was overly ambitious compared to his humble appearance made the Count look down on him. At the same time, upon hearing the news that someone he didn’t like was involved in the plot to assassinate the Empress, he wrinkled his nose.

“What does he do?”

“He procured the poison.”

“Poison?”

“They say it leaves no evidence in the body. Viscount Gongfyr tested it on an old servant. It requires consistent administration, though.”

“I see.”

“I heard that it was a Sombinia product that Viscount Gongfyr had difficulty obtaining. I heard it’s so precious it brings tears to the eyes.”

“How did you know about that and ask for his help?”

Countess Fallon sneered.

“That cunning old fox, well, I mean the Duchess of Nerma. She has connections everywhere.”

“Hmm.”

“Viscount Gongfyr is thrilled at the idea of getting rid of the Empress. He’s eager to make his daughter the empress, so he’ll cooperate well.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Very small propaganda.”

Countess Fallon whispered.

“After eliminating the Empress, we need to pin the blame on the Duke of Nerma.”

She smiled faintly.

Since it was a poison that left no traces on the outside, it was agreed upon with Duchess Nerma that the cause of the Empress’s death was a sudden deterioration in health. But once the deed was in motion, she secretly became greedy.

In the first place, wasn’t the ‘alliance’ formed with the Duchy of Nerma limited to getting rid of the Empress?

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