"Explanation?"
Upon hearing this, Barto could no longer contain himself.
His face twisted with malice, he growled in a low voice.
"Grace, stop this act, you shameless hussy!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, Barto flung the letter in his hand.
"Take a look at this!"
Grace picked it up and her pupils immediately constricted.
"This, this…"
Grace's fingers trembled, her heart filled with shock.
She had thought that Barto's anger was due to the blackmailer revealing her secret with Pok to him.
She had prepared her defense, even how to turn things around.
But she never expected that it was Pok who had left a backup plan, betraying her?
"Wait!"
Just as Grace was in a panic, she suddenly realized something was amiss.
"Barto, this is not Pok's handwriting!"
Grace regained her composure and spoke with righteous indignation.
"Between Pok and me, there is nothing but purity, absolutely no impropriety."
"And this letter must have been fabricated by some despicable person under Pok's name, intending to frame me."
"You must not fall for the tricks of the wicked and doubt your own wife and son!"
However, Barto was unmoved by her words.
He continued to look at Grace with a twisted expression, a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Is that so? Then, Grace, I have a new question for you."
"Please tell me, how can you tell that this is not Pok's handwriting?"
Grace was taken aback, her eyes darting around as her mind raced for a strategy.
But Barto was relentless, pressing on.
"Pok is my butler, he has hardly ever come to the rear quarters."
"And you, as my wife, live a life of luxury and indulgence, only concerned with pleasure."
"You have never inquired about the household affairs, including the documents that needed signing."
"So, please tell me, how do you know that this is not Pok's handwriting?"
Barto glared fiercely, his eyes like torches, seeing through everything.
The almost tangible murderous intent made Grace's breath catch, her thoughts freezing.
"Moreover, if this letter is indeed a forgery…"
Barto took a deep breath, his gaze sharp, fixing on Grace.
"Then, would you dare to go with me to the cathedral in Kurah City."
"Under the watchful eyes of the Goddess of Creation, swear that you have not betrayed me with Pok, swear that Lola is my son?"
At these words, Grace, who had been thinking of lying and evading, was as if caught at her most vulnerable point, her face turning pale instantly.
Because, on the Divine Gifted Continent.
The Goddess of Creation was the universally recognized supreme deity.
No matter which kingdom, which sect, which force.
Even some evil heretics would hold the Goddess of Creation in awe, maintaining the most basic respect.
Moreover, within the cathedral of Kurah City, there were priests with extraordinary abilities.
If she were to lie under the gaze of the priests and the Goddess of Creation, she would surely be exposed, and even face a terrifying punishment.
Thus, Grace did not dare to agree.
She could only stand there, with a bone stuck in her throat, unable to utter a single word.
"Hmph!"
Barto's face was full of mockery as he spat to the side.
"Grace, from this day forward, you are no longer my wife."
"Take your bastard and get out of the Barto family home!"
Barto waved his hand, preparing to have the attendants take him away.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, your acting is truly terrible."
"When I first entered and scolded you, if you were truly innocent and indignant."
"Then according to your usual character, you would not have asked me why I was cursing at you, but would have said——"
Barto, with a mocking expression, pinched his voice, and said in an angry tone.
"Hey, Barto, you good-for-nothing old man, what are you suddenly raving about here?"
Grace's eyes twitched, revealing a look of annoyance.
This was indeed what she would have said, after all…
She was the sister of a Just Knight, and she had no fear of Barto!
Seeing the attendants about to wheel Barto out of her room.
Grace's expression changed rapidly, finally showing a fierce look.
"Barto, you're right, you good-for-nothing old man, you really should die."
Hearing this, Barto stopped, turning his head from his wheelchair to look back.
"What, you think you can kill me?"
Barto shook his head, speaking with a hint of disdain.
"Don't waste your energy, instead of cursing there."
"Think about how you will explain this to Gwath after being driven away by me."
However, as soon as the words left his mouth.
Barto saw a figure emerge from the corner shadows.
"Gwath? Why are you here?"
Barto was taken aback, and his heart sank with a sense of foreboding.
Thus, Barto's lips twitched, about to force a smile.
But Gwath, without a word, suddenly moved, like a charging wolf.
In the blink of an eye, he had broken through between him and the attendants.
The two attendants' hairs stood on end, instinctively wanting to flee.
Yet, before they could react.
Gwath, with an expressionless face, extended his hands, pressing his fingers against the back of their necks.
Crack!
The two attendants' pupils dilated, the look of terror on their faces completely frozen.
Gwath released them, and the attendants' bodies went limp, collapsing with a thud.
"Gwath, you!"
Barto's face changed drastically, not expecting Gwath to be so ruthless and decisive, taking action directly.
At the same time, he was also very shocked, not anticipating that the strength of a formal knight could be so formidable.
After all, these two guards by his side were mid-ranking knight squires.
They could wrestle with wild boars using just their fists.
When armored and armed with swords, they could even fight off a pack of small wild wolves.
Yet, in front of Gwath, they had no power to fight back, easily being crushed to death!
Barto immediately regretted his impulsiveness.
How could he dare to barge into Grace's place with just two guards without proper investigation?
At this moment, Gwath slowly lowered his head, looking at Barto indifferently.
He sighed, speaking in a desolate tone.
"Barto, it's a pity, I didn't really want to kill you…"
Upon hearing this, Barto was instantly horrified, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
At this critical moment of life and death, he immediately shouted loudly.
"Wait, Gwath, you can't kill me, I have the backing of——"
Before he could finish, Gwath had already grabbed his throat with one hand.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh~~~"
Barto struggled desperately, but Gwath's words made him stand there in shock.
"Stop shouting, Barto, if I'm not mistaken, the people you're referring to…"
"Should be the nobles of Kurah City—Mr. Sal and Mr. Cregi, right?"