bundle of reports that had burned out and turned to white ashes.

“I will, Natalia has to be the one.”

“What’s the fuss? You’re still exercising discipline.”

“Ah, Zacharias-sama.
No, I’m already done with that one, and now this one.”

One of the servants, who had been spotted by Zacharias, hurriedly pointed at the man lying on the floor.

Nearby was an empty bucket, a rag, and a piece of paper strewn all over the wet floor.

“We were carrying papers to Zacharias-sama’s workroom when we bumped into him, and thanks to him, you see, we’re all drenched.”

“This is terrible… and it’s a pre-processed document.”

From the looks of it, he was walking with tools in his hands, probably after cleaning, before bumping into her.

“I can’t just destroy it before I report it to Alejandro-sama.
So pick up each piece carefully and let them dry.”

After a quick word to the servant, Zacharias’ gaze then turns to the slave crouched on the floor.

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“You must be punished for causing all this trouble.”

As he said this, he looked down at him coldly, then he heard a familiar voice from behind.

“What is it, Zacharias-sama? Did your slave do something wrong?”

“…Theseus, huh? No, it’s this one.”

His eyes informed him of the devastation spreading over the floor.

Buckets rolling on the waterlogged floor, and a slave crouching.

The servants carefully peeled off each piece of paper that stuck to the floor.

Theseus nodded his head as if he had guessed what had happened.

“I see.
This is not right.
I must punish him properly.
We must not let this happen again.”

“…can you do it? I have urgent business to attend to.”

“Of course, of course.
I’ll tell you exactly what I’m going to do.”

Zacharias has the job of forging the secret accounts, which he was assigned to earlier.

Leaving the preservation of the wet documents to the servants and the punishment of the slaves to Theseus, Zacharias returned to his office.

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“Come on, get up.
Come here.”

Theseus grabbed the hand of the slave, who was soaking wet himself, and roughly helped him to his feet and took him to his room.

He entered the room, locked the door behind him, and approached the slave with the whip in his hand.

Then he swung the whip down in front of the slave, making a loud noise.
He swung the whip down two or three more times.
The sound was so loud that it could have been heard by anyone outside the room or down the hall.

But the whip never hit the slave.

“That should be enough for the guys outside to hear.”

Then Theseus tossed the whip to the floor and the slave bowed deeply.

“Thank you for coming in.

“Call me Theseus here… as I suspected, you are a shadow guard sent by the Reinalpha Family.”

The slave, soaking wet all over, nodded in response to Theseus’ words, which came pouring out without questioning anyone.

“My name is Barthe, and I’m here because I needed to stall for some time.”

“I know.
If it was him, he had already left the room while Barthe-dono was stalling time.”

“I see.
I am glad to hear that.
When we received word that an unexpected person was on his way to the room, both Leopoldo and I were in a panic.”

We owe the Strydom family again, Barthe laughed bitterly.

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