The Strongest Count's Wife is a Bit Strange

In an underground dark basement, screams of despair and pain could be heard. There were sounds of bones cracking followed by sounds of metals clashing at each other. "Please, I beg you! Have mercy on me!" An agonizing cry echoed through the cells. Until a few moments had passed, it was replaced by an eerie silence. Sounds of hurried footsteps could be heard. "Milord, we have intercepted the human traffickers before they reached the borders and apprehended them!" A knight in a black armour saluted as he gave his report. "The victims have been brought to the camp and are treated as right now under the care of the Vice Captain Ludwig." The man he reported turned around. Under the dim light of the torch, his face became visible. Icy emerald eyes without a spark of emotions, contrasting to the smile he was giving off. Messy silver hair that was like dyed by the light of the moon. He removed the bloody gloves and gave it to the knight. "Dispose it," "Yes, Milord." The knight received the bloodied gloves. "All the evidences has been gathered, send this to the prime minister of justice, I'll return to my room now." "Yes, Milord!" The knight responded once again, then he turned a glance to the man his lord tortured. He was bloodied all over the place and beat up. There were more undescribable wounds, but the knight didn't want to go much into detail about that. He returned his gaze to his retreating Lord. Count Gabrielle Herald. One of the most sought bachelors in the Kingdom of Lors. Not only did he become a sword saint at such a tender age of 14, but he was also top 1 in academics when he studied in the most prestigious Academy in the Continent. Added was his charm and beauty that was described as an angel that fell on the sky by the ladies. He was also known as a kind, considerate and caring person to everyone. The Wingless Angel of Lors. A man untainted and pure from the darkness of the world. But if the people know that the Count, was not the person they thought him to be. A cruel and bloody person when the night fell down, who would not hesitate to torture and dispose people who tried to messed the kingdom. He was more of a Fallen Angel that one should be careful around. But because of him, the kingdom would not be as peaceful as it is. *** Count Gabrielle reached his office and sat on his seat. "Milord, is it alright for you to still deal with those criminals when your wedding is about three days now? You should have just rest, Milord." Another man with purple hair and dark shade of slanted purple eyes appeared from the shadows. He was wearing a butler uniform, a black tail coat. With precise movements, he poured a cup of tea from a pot, put three cubes of sugar and placed it in front of the Count. He was no other than the personal butler of Count Gabrielle. Sol Relonce "Have you gathered everything from the Viscount Maestre's side?" "Yes, Milord," Inside his coat, Sol brought out an envelope and put it in the table of the Count. "The Maestre Viscounty started from the second generations once the kingdom established three centuries ago. They were a family of merchants who trades coal and iron. Their record is clean from any corruption and has been loyal to the kingdom since then. Though they maintained their neutrality and their power is nothing compared to the five dukes and four prime minister. They stand in the middle of the hierarchy, not too powerful nor too weak. Currently, the Viscount, has five children, with no over the top achievements either." Sol paused on his report, seeing that Count Gabrielle didn't say anything, he continued. "Then next is your bride to be. Lady Vivienne Maestre is the second daughter of the Viscount. She is 22, three months younger than Milord, and attended the same academy at the same time when you are studying. There is nothing noteworthy or achievements she has and graduated with average grades. In the noble circles, many met her but only as acquaintances. But nothing much to say as polite and quiet. The other detailed information is in the envelope, Milord. However, there is nothing much on it either." Count Gabrielle drank the tea that was served to him, then brought it down. "A daughter from a noble family that was recommended by the king himself for me to marry. And you say, everything about them is ordinary even if two centuries have passed..." "It might be because, the late King, his majesty is only worried about you, Milord. Being married to a powerful family, others might see it as a threat to the balance in the kingdom, while marrying a lower nobility might cause unwanted attention and problem. Most nobles out there as well who seeked your hand in marriage only wanted your power and authority. They are the only family that can't post a threat to you and the kingdom. The late King said that he didn't want you to continue living alone when you have done so much in the kingdom and this is his last parting gift for you before he passed away," "Yes, he certainly cornered me, that old man even now that he is gone," An unknown smile blossomed on Count Gabrielle's lips. "He certainly knew that I won't be able to refuse his dying wish simply is it," "Marrying Lady Vivienne Maestre from a noble family who never stood out even after two centuries," Count Gabrielle glanced to the envelope that was placed on his table. His long and delicate fingers crawled at the top of it. "I can find out if they are really just an ordinary and clean noble family or a wolf hiding in sheep's clothing once I married their young lady. I look forward to this precious marriage that the late King gifted me."