20 years had passed when I woke up! ~ The villain's daughter’s thereafter and after that ~ - Chapter 51

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“Time for a judgment, you say? How idiotic. What crime are you accusing me of?” asked Count Sain, smiling with his nose in the air.

Fioria was gripping his face tightly.

He was in a desperate situation that could easily end with his head being squashed gruesomely upon his answer, and yet his attitude was as impudent as ever.

“Are you talking about how I had mercenaries attack that city? To a landowner, peasants are like domesticated animals. What do you do with domesticated animals that don’t obey commands? Obviously, you kill them. What I did was natural,” said Count Sain.

“…I believe you went wrong as soon as you started treating your peasants as domesticated animals. At the end of the day, they are humans, just like you, aren’t they?” asked Fioria.

“No, that’s not right. Aristocrats and peasants are completely different creatures. I was taught that from a young age. You expect me to change my way of thinking after all these years?”

“You have no plans to repent, do you?” asked Fioria.

“Of course not,” said Count Sain, without a moment’s hesitation.

His direct tone of voice and conviction was actually rather refreshing.

“I was born a proud aristocrat, and I will die a proud aristocrat. I don’t regret that. I know that even if I lived through this coming age, nothing much would come of it… Fioria – You mean to rid the Tristan Kingdom of an aristocracy, entirely, don’t you? The Abolishment is the first step in that process, isn’t it?” asked Count Sain.

“Ah, well done. You’ve realized,” said Fioria.

Fioria slightly loosened her right hand’s grip. 

Her impression of Count Sain had been improved, though she wouldn’t show it.

You really did turn into a beast, Count Sain.

Not only did you defy me, you managed to figure out the true purpose of the Abolishment.

“As you just said, I intend to rid this country of the existence of an aristocracy,” said Fioria.

“Why would you do such a thing? You’re an aristocrat, too,” said Count Sain.

“It’s precisely because I am an aristocrat. If we consider the good of the country, and the good of the people, it’s clear that things would be better without an aristocracy. The Tristan Kingdom would have no future ahead of it if we allowed all of these aristocratic families continue to do as they please and rule over the land,” said Fioria, as if to say “Listen carefully to what I am saying while you can”.

The aristocracy in this country had already reached its limits twenty years ago.

You need to remember the Annerose incident.

Countless aristocrats were led astray by the charms of just one young girl.

If Vincent hadn’t become king, the Tristan Kingdom would have gone to ruin long ago.

There were other reasons, as well.

It was repeated often nowadays, but in this age, economic power reigned supreme.

If you were inattentive, a clever and deceitful businessman was sure to treat you like a sitting duck and suck you dry until there was nothing left but bones.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]

During a time like this, any privileged class besides a royal house could do nothing but get in the way.

“That is why I will get rid of the system of aristocracy,” said Fioria, “Its suddenness won’t be easy to deal with, but in the next few decades, little by little, we will leave aristocracy as a thing of the past.”

“If that’s so, then I have no place in this country any longer. The only way of life that I know is one of an aristocrat. I don’t plan to accept any other kind of life. If you mean to judge me for that, then judge me,” said Count Sain. His attitude was bold until his very end.

It was his personal decision to hold onto being a “proud aristocrat”.

Of course, this also meant that the other aristocrats who had participated in his uprising were in a pitiful position.

They broke apart with no intention to stand strong together, and each one of them raised a white flag in the face of Fioria’s attacks on each of them.

Not only that, they begged for mercy, ridiculously.

For example, Baron Haimer of the House of Arnold bowed his head to the ground repeatedly and begged Fioria to forgive him, in complete supplication. He pleaded to not be executed.

“It’s not up to me whether you get executed,” Fioria said, “You must wait for Lord Vincent’s verdict.”

“You say that. Lady Fioria, but please – you must somehow convince the Lord. Please!” cried the baron.

“Even if you beg me, what’s not possible is simply not possible,” said Fioria.

“Why?! A man stands before you begging desperately! I’ve debased myself, and so you, as a woman should…”

“You should think carefully before you start talking about ‘man this and woman that’. Are you really that important of a person? You’re nothing but a dimwit who was lucky enough to be born into an aristocratic family, right? How much weight does an apology like yours even hold?” asked Fioria. 

Fioria’s scathing remarks were enough to break Haimer’s will.

She repeated this process of dealing with many other aristocrats in the same way, and she broke them all, one by one.

Putting that aside for a moment, the rebellion that came along with the Abolishment abruptly closed the curtain on the issue.

It was realized later on, but not only Count Sain, but also many other rebellious aristocrats learned of the “god-killing containment zone”. They thought that because they had this weapon, they could win against Fioria, and many raised a rebellious flag against her.

Looking at the results, though, it was clear that the only one who dared use this weapon was Count Sain.

All of the aristocrats said the same things:

I heard that that containment zone eats away at the user’s lifespan.

Who would use such a horrendous tool?

Even if I don’t use it, some other aristocrat will go through with it for me.

“…How frustratingly irresponsible. All I can say is that they really are incompetent,” said Fioria, sighing sadly and turning her efforts towards new tasks at hand, such as…

“Who in the world even told these rebellious armies about containment zones?” 

Strangely, everyone, including Count Sain, could only vaguely remember where they had heard about the containment zones in the first place.

Rumor said that the information came from a man from the south.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]