You might be asking the question, why did I question tens upon tens of servants the same question, that would, without a doubt, yield the same answer -- or in this case, information?

Well, to explain that, I must first tell you that a certain strategist once said, ‘Luck is an essence in strategy. You can calculate every single step, but luck is what keeps that said calculations in plan! Without luck, perhaps you couldn’t even make the first step in your strategy’

And yes. Yes that was a quote from a crystal game, alright?

So where was I...oh yes, explaining my master plan!

Why exactly did I ask them the same question, and did the same trick on them(The copper rather than gold)?

Well, there was a key word I said before letting them answer.

“I did something horrible to the duke’s grandson, something really horrible. So please, don’t try to hide anything, would you?”

Now, whether they get angry enough to tell the duke that I did something horrible to his grandson--Which will fuel his anger for revenge--or not tell him at all, depends really on luck.

What I’m basically trying to do is simple. I’m trying to make blood rush into his head.

Of course, I’m totally dependent on the fact that he cares about his dignity...if he turns out to be underhanded, someone who doesn’t care at all, then I’ll truly be screwed.

Now then, shall we go take a tour around the most crowded, high-end streets in this corrupted capital?

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It’s been two days since my beloved grandson has been shamelessly humiliated.

Within these two days, I realized many things.

First of all, I questioned the twins who were childhood friends with Alastair, and it seems like...well, it seems like he was having them help him do many, many things that I should have punished him for.

This is perhaps the most disgraceful thing to have ever happened to me.

Who would have thought that my spoiling would produce...such a disgrace!

But that’s beside the point. As long as he was bellow the surface, then I really don’t care.

Also, based on what the pair of twins said, they escorted two women. Alastair was planning to assault the red haired one, only to somehow pass out, wake up in the middle of the street, wearing her dress.

I have already disowned that disgrace of a grandchild of mine--even if most of the fault is within myself--and sent the dress to a well known tailor in order to tell me it’s source.

That all happened two days ago. I am now currently impatiently waiting for the identification of the dress to be complete...

“Lordship!”

A handsome, blue haired middle aged man entered my study without even knocking on the door.

He looked a spitting image of Alastair, but, well, older.

This person is my son, and Alastair’s father, Reynold.

I awaited a couple of seconds for him to catch his breath, before saying, “Speak.”

“L-lordship, i-it seems like we caught something!”

I quickly stood up, “Did the tailor identify who manufactured the dress?!”

Reynold shook his head in denial, “No, your lordship! Instead, it seems like a young, red haired lady was caught by our information web!”

Isn’t that the same description as the woman who tricked my grandson?

“Does she have black eyes?!”

I couldn’t help but impatiently shout. This matter is too much of a disgrace to me! I need to end it as fast as possible.

“Yes, yes your lordship! She does indeed have black eyes!”

“Fuuu~” Finally, I found her! She appeared! If it is indeed her, then let me end her pitiful life before she could do any more damage.

And I thought she would hide.

“Where was she discovered?”

Reynold looked conflicted for a bit, and slowly dropped a bombshell, “In the Archduke’s residence!”

“Eh?”

I slowly took in a deep breath. The Archduke’s residence? Can I truly attack a place like that? This isn’t a matter of dignity at all, it’s a matter of life or death if I attacked the archduke’s private place of residence! I would be executed for treason!

“Q-quickly, tell me her relationship with the Archduke!”

I doubt the archduke has a daughter, nor can I see her as a relative either...

What exactly is her relation with the archduke? If her roots are too intertwined with the Archduke’s...I can only turn a blind eye! I refuse to do so!!

“W-we don’t know...we do, however, know that she has no blood relation to the archduke at all! In fact, her backgrounds is unknown!!”

Unknown, unknown...so it’s a gamble?

Too risky, too risky, too risky!!!

I ended up slamming my hands into my new table, reducing it to dust yet again, “Are you telling me that I can’t restore my honor?!! Do you know how hard I worked to raise my grand and noble dignity? do you!?”

It took me years of painstakingly hard work, working the mysterious and cool old man image!

And for what, you might be asking? For charming the court’s ladies, of course!

Don’t you know that the nobility boast the best beauty in women? Be it soap, perfume or make up! They can get it all because of their status and money!! And, of course, they taste the best as well!!!

I’m already in my seventy first year, but I’m as lively as a forty years old! No one can please mature, nobility better than I do. And that’s all thanks to my strong, noble and mysterious image! If not for them seeking excitement, then why would they seek me?

Reynold fell back on his bottom in sheer fright, and seeing his frightened expression made my own anger subside a bit.

“And?! Is she, as I expect, hiding within the Archduke’s mansion?”

Reynold began to shiver uncontrollably, as if he remembered something right when I mentioned her location.

“S-she’s not! She’s strolling about in high-end street!! She’s also...spreading the rumors about Alastair’s incident!!!”

“WHAT?!?!?!”

For the sake of being popular...for the sake of tasting younger women...

I kicked up the ground, and shot out of the ceiling like a rock flying right out of a catapult.

Do you realize how hard for an old man like me to enjoy a dessert?

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Sure, I can simply buy slaves and satisfy myself with them...but there are simply no good looking ones at all!

The only beautiful women who can catch my eyes are that of nobility, and If I were to kidnap one of them...being exposed will be the end for both me and my family!

And my very own wife refuses to enter the chambers with me!!

Be it a man or a woman, I’ll make them suffer for trying to ruin my night life!!!

But somewhere deep within my mind still blamed Alastair for his shamelessness, it kept trying to tell me that it’s all his fault...of course, I suppressed that small voice.

I soon reached the high-end street, the street that the girl has supposedly been strolling in.

Of course, it only took about three minutes to come from my residence to here.

There are two reasons for that. One is that my own residence is close to here, while the second is that I’m relatively fast.

“I never thought the saying, ‘The apple doesn't fall far from the tree’ to prove this true, duke Arthur!”

I turned to look for the source of this high-pitched voice, and finally found it.

It was a young girl, seemingly fifteen of age. She was extremely beautiful, perhaps one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. It simply proves that...she does indeed have a good future ahead of her. The most distinct feature about her is her deep, abyss like glare. The hatred in her black eyes was really evident, and it seems that there is no way for both of us to back down.

“It seems...we both hold a grudge against each other.”

“Grudge? Grudge about what? Aha, are you perhaps going to do anything to me because of that perverted grandchild of yours? THE CROSS-DRESSING PLAYBOY?”

As soon as her words came out, all the passersby stopped to look at us. In fact, some even chuckled or giggled as well!

Hmph, so what if she’s beautiful. That beauty was what tricked my grandson! That beauty was what brought us disgrace!!

“Hmph, an ant that only knows how to talk big!”

As I said that, I extended out my aura.

My own aura is not something formidable, but not garbage either.

It took me thirteen years of absorption to finally be able to execute it’s special ability, boost strength, without having to hold my crystal greataxe!

Of course, using the greataxe to execute this ability would increase it’s power by around twenty percent--but that boost is clearly not needed for dealing with a simple ant.

In fact, my aura alone can easily squash her into meat paste!

Alas, it’s a waste of beauty!

“What’s wrong, old man? Oh, is it perhaps...do you want to hurt a frail woman like me, in the middle of the street...? Aww, a scary monster! You’re simply a pedo-monster!”

“Wha--?!”

The giggling nobles stopped their faint laughter, as they realized the seriousness of the situation. Instead, they began to shoot me disgusting glares.

“Hey, I think that girl said that he was Duke Arthur.”

“Eh? Seriously? Him, a Duke?”

“I can’t believe it! Duke Arthur is a pedophile?”

“That is indeed Duke Arthur, I remember seeing him two years ago in the annual royal banquet!”

“Oh. I heard that he was a strong, noble gentleman...who would have thought he was secretly after little girls!”

“E-eh? W-wait, t-that’s w-wrong! L-listen to me, s-she’s the one who forced my grandchild to crossdress!”

But of course, I ended up spiking up more horrors!!

“Eh, did you hear him? It looks like the rumor about his grandchild being a cross-dressing pervert was true!”

I quickly withdrew my Aura, and started to try and explain the situation.

“I-it’s all wrong! I-it was all that woman’s fault!!”

I quickly pointed at the woman. Let’s see you get out of this!

“I-it was indeed...m-my fault...!”

“Huh?”

The girl began to...shed tears?

“I tried to stop him! I really did!! Not only did he forcibly remove my dress and wear it on himself, he even tried to assault me! I had to run outside to find shelter, where he bumped into a female swordsman and was beaten to unconsciousness! That very, very kind swordsman even gave me spare clothes to wear!”

What...the fuck?

I began to look left and right, and all these nobles are simply looking pitifully at the girl.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

So be it, so be it, so be it! My reputation is already ruined, my private life is already ruined, my household’s honor is already ruined! I’m going to go down at any rate, so you little imp...I’m taking you down with me!

I instantly raised my Aura to the max, fully intending to crush that succubus of a woman to death.

There’s no more turning back!

“Kyaaaa~aaah! Miss magician, please hee~eelp!!”

And just like that, a beautiful woman who wore a long, blue and black jacket dotted with many medals appeared. That uniform is pretty well known in the empire, and is said to be the empire’s trump card.

“H-how.......!?”

The golden haired woman looked furious, as she slowly unsheathed her sword.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, my aura was instantly suppressed.

“E-eh?!”

How is this possible?!?!

“This is for hurting...a lady’s body!”

As soon as she said that, she swung the back of the sword in my direction and I passed out.

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“Thanks to you, I have avenged my first love.” I said to the woman.

After that, we returned back home together and met with the old man...only to finally realize that the whole house was simply growing old, and was crumbling down. After that, we moved out to a new mansion, somewhere closer to the main palace. Well, it looks like fate truly didn't want me to play  my games...to even have my own ceiling suddenly fall on me!

“Teehee~?”

As for duke Arthur...well, it seems he went silent after that. I just hope that it isn’t the calm before the storm...*shivers*

I’m sorry, old man Arthur!

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Author note: It's my first time writing something  like this, so hopefully I did it right. As in, I really hope it was funny...