After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 161 - 30 Twisted Caligula

Chapter 161: Chapter 30 Twisted Caligula

The news about the explosive destruction of Caligula’s Slave Capture Team by Yila, which ruined a great deal that was supposed to be highly profitable, had reached the empire through a distant witness’s report.

Isabella, naturally, had no particular feelings about it; she wasn’t angry about not being able to make a profit from the deal. In fact, she was somewhat melancholic now.

Although she had been prepared to officially break away from Yila, this action, which would definitely anger Yila, had her extremely flustered... She was mainly afraid of Yila’s anger, not the consequences of that anger.

*Even though she had long known this would be the outcome.*

But on Caligula’s side, it was a headache...

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"Yila! Yila! Yila! Yila! Yila! I’m going to kill you! Yila! Die die die die! Yila! Yila! Yila! Yila! Yila..."

A handsome young man with beautiful golden hair was frantically punching a doll pinned to the wall. His refined and chiseled face was contorted with rage.

The plush doll vaguely resembled Yila... it had the signature trench coat, the distinctive crimson wings on its back, and the unique black short hair of the Elkaras Family.

This man, handsome enough to be called a "beauty," continued to repeatedly punch the doll representing Yila, cursing furiously, while his fists became enveloped with destructive Mana.

"Boom!!!"

With one punch, the Yila doll was instantly smashed to pieces, and feathers from the stuffing flew all around the room. The man let out a long breath and gracefully sat back down on the velvet chair, slowly lifting a cup of tea.

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After taking two sips of tea, the man took out another Yila doll from the cabinet beside the table and stabbed its wings onto the tabletop with a knife.

It seemed to be the same model as the previous Yila doll, and the cabinet was filled with countless identical plush toys, prompting curiosity about whether he was a Yila fan.

"Ring ring~"

The man shook the bell beside the table, watching as the butler in a well-fitted tailcoat lightly opened the door. The butler performed a complex yet proper bow and then spoke, "Lord Caligula, your servant Camerla is at your service."

Complex grammar and tedious etiquette, this was precisely what an imperial noble and their butler needed to pay attention to.

The man called Caligula nodded twice as a duke would, ensuring each nod did not exceed fifteen degrees. He responded, "Maintaining cleanliness and order should be the duty of the maids; I apologize for this."

"No need to apologize, Lord Caligula. A butler who does not regard your will as his own or the maids’ work as his own is not competent."

The butler, who appeared to be in his thirties or forties, said this as he respectfully cleaned the room filled with feathers... Their relationship seemed very harmonious, exemplary even in the eyes of the nobility.

It was precisely because Caligula was such a standard and noble figure that the Caligula family became one of the empire’s greatest families. However... most of the empire’s people were impressed by this relationship, even most civilians aspired to work for Caligula.

But the empire’s other idol, Yila, had a very bad relationship with Caligula.

Civilians didn’t care about disagreements in political views; they just knew... Lord Yila had a great attitude towards civilians and was handsome, and Lord Caligula had a good attitude towards civilians and was also handsome, so they admired both of them.

Caligula was handling the tasks assigned to him by Isabella. Ever since Yila left the empire, his workload had increased several times over.

"Yila! You coward! If you have the guts, come back! Let me kill you!"

Only when he was alone in the room did Caligula let himself lose control like this, furiously cursing someone. It was only when it involved Yila that he couldn’t control his emotions.

*Of course, the "kill you" here was just as much a figure of speech as the previous "kill you." Caligula was an extremely smart and usually very calm person, who would never dare to anger Yila in person.*

*If there was anyone in the empire who wished for Yila’s return the most, it would be Caligula, perhaps even more so than Isabella.* *He might also be the first to be angry at the fools who pretended to be wise and falsely issued royal decrees.*

Yila was a bona fide enemy.

Caligula was very sure of this, but precisely because of this, he wanted Yila to stay within the empire, within this system... If Yila played by the rules, they could continue to maintain their advantage.

(_Although the influence of the nobles was declining year by year, no one noticed this... because of the influence of the Yila Faction and Yila’s balancing strategies._)

If Yila were to leave the empire, things would be beyond Caligula’s control. The dangerous Yila Faction and the leaders who favored the Yila Faction, like Isabella’s direct subordinates, were terrifyingly dangerous factors.

If things went wrong, the collapse of the empire was not out of the question.

Caligula would rather constantly contend with Yila, closely monitoring every one of his policies for the nobles who stood by his side, even if it meant worrying himself sick with stomach pains every night. He did not wish for Yila to go elsewhere.

"Ha... ha... I won, I won! Coward, coward! Hurry back!"

Caligula muttered like this to himself, crazily stabbing a Yila doll with a knife. His beautiful face was twisted into a bizarre expression, distorted by his frenzy, but even so, his left hand continued flipping through work reports.

Then, at a certain moment, he saw something very noteworthy...

[Most honorable Duke Caligula, thanks to your blessing, I have successfully investigated that the person who ordered Baron Laiman to fabricate the edict, which led to Yila Elkaras’s defection, had contact with Sir Rasio Keeley III. The details are as follows—]

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"Count Rasio? Keeley III?!"

Reading this report, Caligula’s expression gradually twisted. He stood up in rage, then calmed himself down and sat back again, but ultimately... he couldn’t hold back and stood up once more.

"That idiot! That idiot!!!!"