Bab 73: Tears

I drop down from the carriage, furious, my fists clenched as I stalk toward the castle. I couldn't kill the bastards behind the accident and poisoning from three years ago, not all of them at least—not the ones with titles, with noble status, hiding under the Crown Prince's protection. Their shields may be forged by rank, but it's flimsy against the sting of vengeance. I'll tear down everything else they hold dear.

They thought they were safe in their webs of corruption, dripping with the blood of innocents, but I've swept through their dens with righteous fury, cutting into their profits, dismantling their operations. Tax fraud, illegal gambling, drugs—I've exposed it all, and made sure to do it in a way they'd know it was me. I've wiped out the heart of their businesses.