Randall let out a long sigh after hearing the confession from the prisoner. As he looked at the four trembling men kneeling helplessly on the ground, the final pieces of the matter slowly fell into place inside his mind. His eyes narrowed slightly as everything finally started making sense.
"So it was Marquise Shatad who sent people to spread infamy about my Lord."
His voice carried obvious displeasure because even he had not expected a noble to stoop so low and use such methods during a time of war.
Standing nearby, Noel rubbed his forehead heavily before speaking. His face was filled with disbelief as he let out a tired sigh.
"Isn't this guy stupid?"
He genuinely looked confused.
"Such a bratty trick is bound to be found out sooner or later, and once people start tracing the rumors back to their source, it would only create more trouble for him."
Randall simply shrugged his shoulders and folded his arms across his chest.
"It's because he doesn't care."
