The viscount's eyes widened when he heard that; his breath stuck in his throat, and sweat instantly formed on his back. The eyes of the legal advisor and the Baron instantly moved to him, confusion and shock written all over their faces.
"Wh-what rubbish are you spouting?" the viscount bellowed, his voice slightly shaky, a pitiful defense.
Raze smiled even deeper. He leaned in toward the viscount, his hands placed on the armrest of the viscount; the viscount leaned back.
"I know about your little slavery thing, and your other endeavors. Now I'm sure I don't have solid proof, but I can tell the count where to look when the time comes and you'll see what happens next," Raze said, his smile resembling that of a demon at this moment.
The viscount froze; he opened his mouth but the words wouldn't come out. Defeated, he had been defeated by a kid, that realization stung his soul.
