The Loser Lord Who Kept Getting Sweet Revenge and Somehow Rose to the Top

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Chapter 13: You Thought We’d Get Back Together? Are You Stupid? Wanna Die?

The documents I brought back from that monastery—the one secretly doubling as a child organ trafficking hub—shook not only His Majesty the King but also the generals and nobles.

Learning that our own citizens had been reduced to mere resources for the Empire’s profit made the King tremble with fury. He swore vengeance on the spot.

“Such an atrocity cannot be forgiven!! What kind of ruler would remain silent while his own people are sold like cattle…? Never. I will never forgive the Empire for this!!”

Later, I was offered gratitude and yet another reward for uncovering the Empire’s schemes within our borders. But I refused.

Because honestly? I was still tormented by what happened to those siblings. I’d let them die right in front of me. My own weakness disgusted me far too much to accept a medal for it.

After delivering the report, I could feel someone’s gaze on me as I sat there drowning in gloom. When I looked around, I spotted the same girl I had once seen at the royal celebration—the one who had stood beside His Majesty. She was staring straight at me, her eyes heavy with a quiet “how tragic…” sympathy.

All I could do was force a smile, bow politely, and leave the castle.

Yeah… making a girl that young worry about me? Pathetic. I still had a long way to go.

Not long after, a formal letter arrived from the Shakara family. It bore their crest, all official and proper. Inside was a written apology for the trouble caused by the monster fiasco, words of thanks for the cleanup, and a “modest” sum of money as compensation.

Sure, the old general had already forced Shakara into a Dogeza at the scene, but I suppose His Majesty wanted the houses to settle matters formally, with a clear record.

…Still, I couldn’t help picturing Count Shakara’s wallet now—wrung dry like an old orange peel.

Eh. Not my problem.

Back in my domain, I buried myself in work. The maids and attendants tried to cheer me up, but I stayed focused.

Meanwhile, the Shakara family continued to collapse. By now, they were nothing more than “counts in name only,” dirt-poor and barely scraping by. Honestly? I couldn’t care less anymore.

That’s when I received a curious report from Gou.

Apparently, Talia had run away from the Shakara estate. Maybe she’d had enough of starving like a beggar in a shrunken territory? Not that she had anywhere left to run. I’d already crushed her original family, and her father Grid had been literally crushed by me too.

Word was, she’d been adopted into another branch of the Shakara faction’s counts, so maybe she’d slunk back there. While I was still considering that, Linna walked into my room with the most exasperated look on her face.

“That cheating tramp of a useless wench—oh, pardon me, I mean Talia—came crawling back.”

“Don’t even try to play that off as a slip of the tongue. You didn’t even bother hiding the venom, and now I can’t stop laughing.”

Yep. The unthinkable had happened. Talia had shown up at my doorstep.

Linna’s question was perfectly calm: Should we turn her away? Or execute her outright?

I told her to wait. For now, I’d meet Talia once and then decide what to do.

“Want me to serve her some Slut Tea?”

“Cut it out.”

Of course, Linna immediately suggested serving her some Slut Tea. I gave her a scolding.

For context: Slut Tea—or “Aba Tea”—was an old, time-honored kingdom custom. You serve it to rude guests or unwanted visitors. How? By filling the teacup with straight-up urine.

Yeah. Real classy.

Honestly, in spirit, I wouldn’t have minded serving it to Talia. But I wasn’t cruel enough to hand piss-tea to someone who had trudged across a long journey just to get here. Minimum courtesy demanded I at least pour her a normal cup of tea.

When she entered the parlor, Talia looked absolutely pitiful. Her clothes were dingy, her skin rough and cracked, and her once-prized hair was nothing more than a brittle mess. Life had beaten her down hard.

Not that it mattered to me.

“Hey. What face are you making, showing up here like this? What the hell do you want?”

No point sugarcoating things with her. I let my exasperation drip straight into my voice. At that, she bit her lip, as if choking back frustration, before her expression twisted into something pitifully sad.

“I… I’m sorry, Sean. I came here because I wanted to apologize to you.”

“Oh yeah? Well, you just did, didn’t you? And I don’t forgive you. So if you’re satisfied, door’s that way—bye.”

Whatever bridge she thought was still standing between us had sunk to the ocean floor ages ago. I shut the conversation down in a second flat, gesturing toward the door with my palm—off you go.

But then, Talia’s face went pale. She suddenly collapsed forward onto the floor and started wailing.

“I know Sean hates me… I know just being here makes you sick. But… you’re still the most important person to me! I want to be with you again—just like back then!”

“Hard pass.”

“Why are you being so cold? I was your childhood friend, your fiancée! Don’t you feel anything seeing me this desperate?”

“I feel like you’re a pretty pathetic, pitiful creature… maybe that.”

“…What?! Isn’t there something better you could say?!”

“You kinda smell like crap. Did you wipe properly? You sure nothing’s stuck back there?”

“D-Don’t mess with me!!!”

Talia’s face turned beet red as she exploded in anger. But really—what was I supposed to say to a woman who dumped me, married another guy, and even tried to frame me for crimes I never committed? Honestly, if you want my real thoughts… that’s it.

And yeah, she actually did stink. Like, full-on sewage vibes.

“Well, well, why don’t we calm down with some tea?”

With a sly grin, Linna suddenly slid into the conversation, offering Talia a cup while she was still sulking on the floor.

“Oh? Pretty thoughtful for a maid.”

Thirsty, Talia grabbed the cup and downed a big gulp.

“Can I get a cup too?”

“Sorry, Master. This tea’s single-serving only.”

…Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?

Just as I thought that—Talia went BFFFWOOOSH!! spewing tea out of her mouth like a full-on geyser.

“BFFFWOOOSH!!! Cough cough! BFFFHhhk—ahhh, gahhh!! Hack hack!! W-What is this lukewarm tea?! This smell—don’t tell me?!”

Ugh, gross!! Disgusting!! Now the desk and floor are completely drenched! Who the hell’s cleaning this up later? What the hell, man.

“Oh my, what’s wrong, Lady Shakara? Was the lukewarm tea not to your taste?”