"I'm such a fool, seriously. What was I thinking, being so impulsive?"
Sitting in a moving carriage, Kevin looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling like a true idiot.
All he had to do was hand over Drey, but instead, he ended up losing most of his fortune, and he was sent to jail himself.
However, since he had already done it, he accepted it and simply decided to take it all the way and confess to all the crimes.
After all, he was a fifth-level noble, had greased a lot of palms, knew a lot of people, and at worst, he'd only get life imprisonment instead of an execution. He might even live longer than on the outside.
So, when questioned, he took it all on himself, shouldering every issue.
His memory wasn't bad, either; he could roughly remember who he had spoken to after looking at records, and then just make up a story in order.
Plus, he claimed to have a cross-dressing fetish, often running around in a butler's outfit, so what could you say to that?
