# 26
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After the marriage was registered, Edwin's face remained satisfied all day.
He was happy. Happy to the point of suffocation.
Repeatedly hearing from Dana's mouth that they were a couple made him feel like he was living a dream.
But that dream vanished in an instant — when he drove Dana home.
Anxiety was sweeping through him as he saw her entering the palace.
He detested those of the Viscount family who exploited and harmed her.
All he wanted was to take her with him as quickly as possible.
Edwin returned to the imperial palace and immediately issued his order to his servant.
“How are the investigations going?”
The clever servant summoned the waiting assistant.
Peter entered the room as if he was ready.
“Greetings, His Highness the Third Prince. I am Adjutant Peter Milo...”
“Stop giving compliments.”
Unlike his first encounter with him, Edwin's face was cold this time.
His strong features made Peter present the papers cautiously.
“This is a list of the loans Viscount Hartwyn’s family has received so far. They have borrowed huge sums of money, not only from banks, but also from illegal sources.”
“Do they have the ability to pay it back?”
“No, sir. It seems they took advantage of their daughter’s identity.”
“Is her salary enough for that?”
“This is not the case... Rather, they used her official identity to secure investments from various parties. They used the money to pay off some debts, and then obtained new loans from other places...”
The more he heard, the angrier he became.
For them, Dana was just a way to raise money.
Peter pointed to the last page of the file.
“The last part is very serious.”
"Viscount Hemburn? Did they borrow from him too?"
"Yes. The eldest son, Jimmy Hartwin, got a huge investment from him. But the return he promised was…"
When Edwin read the next line, his red eyes burned with anger.
“Hands to him Dana Hartwin...”
“It seems he is planning to make her his third wife. This information we obtained secretly from inside an illegal gambling club owned by Viscount Humpern.”
Edwin's features froze.
His expressionless face was more terrifying than any apparent anger.
“Should I burn them all…”
Peter's body froze at the sound of his cold voice.
His tone was calm, but imbued with killing intent.
Edwin remained silent for a moment, tapping his long fingers on the desk.
Peter didn't dare breathe audibly.
Then Edwin's low voice came out.
“Find a new palace. Close to the Imperial Palace.”
'What?'
Peter looked at him in shock at the sudden request.
“It's a new couple's house, so take good care of the inside as well.”
It was necessary to separate Dana from that family as soon as possible.
Before he revealed his true identity, he had to secure a safe place for her.
Edwin continued.
“And let it be full of flowers.”
“In other words… you want me to buy a mansion, right?”
“Exactly. Is it difficult?”
There was no hesitation in his voice or any intention of backing down. For a moment, it seemed that he would replace his assistant if he did not show firmness.
“Never, I can!”
Peter answered with a serious face.
“My parents happen to run a real estate agency.”
“Excellent. I prefer the palace to be white.”
“Understood. I'll only need a week...”
“One day is enough.”
“Let it be luxurious, elegant, comfortable, and classic.”
“The budget is open, right?”
Smart Peter understood the meaning immediately.
Whatever the cost, he must provide the best result.
‘First I buy a suitable palace… As for the flowers, I can plant them later. I'll have to buy the furniture ready this time...'
Peter's mind started working quickly.
“And if you need anything, you can transport what you need from the Imperial Palace.”
“Understood, I will do my best.”
“Before that, stop by the Imperial Doctor and take the energy boosting potions with you.”
“Are you hurt by something, sir?”
Edwin looked at him with a look of disgust.
“Not mine, yours.”
Peter's eyes widened in surprise.
The potion that the imperial family members drank was completely different from normal potions.
To give such a luxurious dose to him...
“Thank you very much!”
“Share it with your family, too.”
“Even my family...!”
His eyes filled with tears as he repeated his thanks repeatedly.
Edwin dismissed him impatiently, as the potion had not been given out of kindness, but merely to speed up the finding of the palace.
***
Deep into the night, harsh laughter came from a tailoring shop dedicated to men's clothing.
“Are preparations for the wedding suit going well?”
Viscount Hamburn asked the designer.
"Yes, of course. Just as I ordered—splendidly! All done."
“Well, that's how it should be.”
The designer bending in front of him looked quite satisfied.
Moments later, the staff brought the Viscount's suit.
The shining gemstones on the dark blue fabric were dazzling to the eye to an exaggerated extent.
The bright colors and golden threads were exaggerated and showy.
A suit does not express taste, but only wealth.
“Not bad.”
An additional layer of flesh formed beneath his lips, which were parted in a satisfied smile.
With a slight nod, his servant presented him with a heavy bag of money.
The price of the suit.
The designer smiled fakely as he took the money, then asked hesitantly.
“Have you chosen the bride’s dress? By the way, my wife works in the dress shop next door...”
The viscount's brow furrowed.
“I will prepare a simple dress for her. It is not appropriate for women to be luxurious.”
“Yes… you are absolutely right!”
'His suit is crowded with gold and stones, and he denies the bride any adornments?'
The designer muttered annoyedly, fiddling with his mustache as he watched the Viscount walk away.
The Viscount's obese body had already consumed a large amount of cloth.
He wanted to hide his sagging stomach, and also ordered high-heeled shoes to be tailored to make him appear taller.
However, if he is asked for an additional fee, he becomes angry.
The designer suppressed his anger and forced a smile.
“Would you like to try on the suit now, Viscount?”
"Good."
“I will send you the shoes and a staff member to help right away.”
But he ignored the request to wait and entered the dressing room.
It was spacious, worthy of noble clients.
He was excited to wear the bright suit, so he quickly took off his clothes.
Before he extended his hand toward the suit hanging behind him—
“What a delight.”
A low, harsh voice rang out.
The Viscount frowned and turned away.
"…Who are you?"
Handsome blond man standing holding suit.
His overwhelming handsomeness and majestic aura made the Vicomte freeze in place.
“Didn’t you think that the bride might escape shame if she appeared in this funny suit?”
“Are you one of the employees? How rude!”
The Viscount raised his hand to slap him, but the man—Edwin—seized his arm and bent it forcefully.
“Ahh!”
His arm was bent at a strange angle.
“Very noisy.”
Edwin took off his wig and shoved it into his mouth to silence him.
Then he raised his other hand, and fire ignited above his palm.
The Viscount's eyes widened in horror.
What's going on...?
“Mmmmph!”
“I was trying to hold on for my wife...”
“Mmph!”
"But I can't seem to hold myf back. I need to release my anger."
The Viscount shuddered, and the flames grew wider.
The heat was unbearable, and sweat—or perhaps cold sweat—began to drip off his body.
Edwin reached for the suit without hesitation.
In an instant, the fire consumed her.
It turned into a black, charred pile, not even suitable as a rag.
When the flame disappeared, all the luxury was gone.
Everything was done in moments. Completely calmly.
The Viscount did not dare to say a word.
Maybe next time, the fire would burn him himf.
Edwin looked at him, naked except for his underwear.
“You look cold, Viscount Humbern.”
He approached him with slow steps and a crooked smile.
The Viscount shook his head violently and took a step back.
“Let me warm you up then.”
The flame again erupted from Edwin's hand.