Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Some of your children are still lying in hospital beds receiving treatment, some of you have had families shattered by this catastrophe, and some don’t even know where their loved ones have died; you’ll need to erect the gravestones yourselves—

But it’s okay, you’ve now received the gifts they’ve given you, got the condolence money, and felt their sincerity towards you!

That should be enough, it’s truly rare to encounter such good nobles, really too good!

Your children will come back, your broken families can be restored, and those struggling on their sickbeds can get up and walk around normally again!

Even if after you, these people continue the same actions, inflicting pain on others just like you, surely there won’t be any more problems, right?

Because you have already received a satisfactory outcome!"

His voice shifted from a faintly mocking laughter to one of indifference and ridicule, the sharpness in his words silencing them, while many others became enraged under these circumstances.

Two people, unable to contain their fury, rushed forward, intending to attack Kael, but before even getting close, Hassaka blocked them in front of Kael, baring her teeth and exuding a dangerous aura.

She would not allow anyone to lay a hand on her Kael.

Seemingly awakened by Hassaka’s fierce aura, those who had advanced retreated several steps.

Seeing their reaction, Kael sighed and said, "I thought you truly did not dare to attack nobles, but it seems you are just not angry enough.

I won’t force you to do anything, but I’m telling you, if you want to reclaim a life worth boasting about, then you must confront the unpleasant realities you don’t wish to see, and seek retribution with the resolve to bear grievous wounds. That is what it means to resist.

If you harbor grievances, take them to the grave with you.

Do you know why I chose to come to your aid?"

Kael scanned the crowd, the sharpness in his eyes making people unable to meet his gaze directly.

"Among you, there’s a former town clerk who worked diligently for half a lifetime and felt blessed with just one daughter.

Some owned a small Chamber of Commerce, but due to poor investments leading to bankruptcy and heavy debts, you continued to strive to pay off, not giving up on the spot and hiding in another city.

There are single mothers raising two children on their own, mothers who can be proud.

So here I am...

But be clear on one thing, it’s not that I’m begging you to come and testify; I’ve seen your anger and chosen to stand by you.

But now, expecting you to show the courage of a parent seems to have been too presumptuous of me."

None had ever seen someone with a smiling face, speak in such a cold tone.

The anger contained within seemed so clear it could burst at any moment, giving a chilling and horrifying sense.

Kael, without caring for their thoughts, delivered the final verdict coldly:

"Listen well, it doesn’t matter to me what you do, but when you return home and see your child’s unwashed dishes, the withered flowers in the vase that she picked, the ringing of the bell at the door, turning around and calling her name, only to never see that person again—

I hope you kind-hearted people can lick each other’s wounds, moving steadily and peacefully towards the end of your lives, and not rise again with nameless anger, running to me saying:

’Please, Lord Kael, help us get justice!’

If such a thing happens again, I will directly drive you out."

At that moment, a noise came from the door, which opened to let in a man with sparse, graying hair.

"Lord Kael..."

Kael turned his head and instantly recognized the man.

He was the reason why Kael actively got involved in the case of the Slave Trading House.

It was a man who diligently managed an orphanage and, due to the disappearance of several orphans, had run day and night for three days to the Royal Capital, beseeching Kael and others to search for the missing children.

"What happened, did something happen?"

The old man said with a heavy tone, "Ayena couldn’t be saved."

The Ayena mentioned by the old man was one of the children who had been abducted.

When she was rescued, her body was severely damaged; it was said that a noble had locked her in a kennel to fight with dogs.

By the time she was rescued, she was on her last breath, and even the Mages and Priests called by Kael could not fully heal her body.

The atmosphere in the room became heavy.

"Did she leave any last words?"

"Make those who deserve punishment pay, that was the child’s last words."

There was silence among the crowd, the anger that had been repressed in their hearts for various reasons seemed to be no longer containable.

They were someone’s children, sisters, grandchildren... n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

When born, they were held high by them, but now, like ants, they’ve been trampled underfoot, unable to raise their heads.

This unprecedented frustration, if suppressed for too long, would lead some to call it "accepting reality," and over time, this becomes "let it be."

But they still have the option to live differently: that is to release their anger.

"Forget it, that little bit of money is of no use for living out the rest of our lives."