Chapter 83: The irony of it all

 

I felt sorry for my father, who just got separated from his family, so I gathered them in one place and had them all sit on their knees to finish the contract all at once. This way, he would become my slave, just like his children and wife.

By the way, my younger brother and father volunteered to be my slaves once I hit them a few more times, and since they were begging me to, I couldn’t not turn them into slaves because I’m still a kind older brother who loves his family.

However, I feel that they still look at me with looks filled with anger, but it must be my imagination.

“I will now give you, who willingly volunteered to become my slave, a task. Well, it’s an easy task. All you have to do is tell the truth.”

I spoke as softly as I could, but all of my newly acquired slaves were so hostile that they don’t even try to hide it, which was a problem.

“You? What do you want, b*****d? When people learn that you enslaved your own father, you will be looked down upon scornfully. That should serve you right.”

“What do you want, you say? —As I said before, I want you to tell the truth. That’s all.”

“What is the truth, stupid?”

I only gave Father, who seems to be the least fussy, permission to speak, but he continued to argue against me, the master, in a bossy manner. It seems he still doesn’t understand what I want.

Why do I have to suffer from my slave’s lack of understanding?

However, I don’t want to say it out loud because it won’t help me move forward, so I hold my tongue.

“It is the truth. All you have to do is go to the right place and tell the truth with the evidence that you, the Kvist family, have carefully guarded and concealed.”

I grabbed my father by his recently balding hair and lifted him up to my eye level, staring him down at close range as I stated this,

“All you have to do is tell the proof of my mother’s murder, the motive for the crime, the method, and everything else in full and honest during an audience with the Emperor along with your wife, who will accompany you.”

And then I smiled as much as I could while my father and stepmother paled. Instead of trying to bite my hand like dogs again, they just crinkled their mouths like goldfish, sweating with oil and sweat.

[EDN: Not literally biting.]

“… That was already proven an accident, wasn’t it? There is nothing to say about it now. You know what? Think about it again—”

“Ha? Father faked it, didn’t you? You should at least wipe your own a*s. Then, I order you using my authority as your master to tell the Emperor and other nobles the whole truth during an audience. The next meeting is in three days, right? How kind of me to wait until the day of the meeting for the revenge I’ve been waiting for until now.”

I gave orders to my father and stepmother for the first time since I had a slave.

Mother, I finally got my revenge.

But I still couldn’t kill him.

I had wanted to kill him so much, but when I got the power to take revenge along with the memories of my previous life, I realized that I couldn’t kill him because of the values of my previous life that had flowed in with me.

Thanks to that, I got revenge that was more exhilarating than killing.

Three days later, having told them of all the evil they had done, they would probably get executed.

I was able to protect this house filled with memories of my mother.

I smiled to myself as I thought of this.

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