Pregnancy Is Too Much For The Villain-Chapter 169

"…Ugh."

"And that spy in the emperor's court who was also working for you, blinded by money and power—I used them too."

"…?"

"Why are you so surprised? You didn’t seriously think those people were truly loyal to you, did you? They were drawn to your power and money, but more importantly, my ability."

Clifton’s eyes widened in shock.

"It was nothing to use a bit more of my power to ensure their loyalty shifted from you to me. And they were the ones who made this drug for me. How is it? Can you hear me clearly?"

"Ughhh..."

"This will likely be the last time you’ll be able to make any noise. Clifton, your body is completely paralyzed now. All you can do is lie there and listen to me."

"……?"

"Of course, that will only last for a few more days."

Ebner shrugged nonchalantly.

"Did you know? While you were holed up here, sick and bedridden, I tore your business empire apart. Investors were in an uproar, demanding their money back. So, I sold everything—your patents, your buildings, your laboratories, and factories. I even stole your seal while you were here screaming and throwing tantrums."

From his pocket, Ebner pulled out the Third Prince’s official seal and placed it on Clifton’s chest. Clifton’s body was so paralyzed that he couldn’t even shake it off.

"You have nothing left now. Even the personal funds from your mother's family, the Duke of Heatherfield’s wealth, and all your private savings—I took them all."

A pile of now worthless bonds and checks was scattered across Clifton’s chest.

"All you have left is your body, and me... but even those seem useless now."

Clifton’s face, which could still move slightly, showed utter shock and disbelief. If he could have moved, he would have likely lunged at Ebner and tried to strangle him.

At that moment, a shout came from outside.

"His Majesty the Emperor has passed away!"

"Ah, finally."

The solemn announcement of the emperor’s death was followed by the ringing of the imperial bell, echoing throughout Eldon to inform the entire empire. Against the backdrop of the single tolling bell, Ebner continued speaking to the paralyzed Clifton.

"The final part of the plan Marquis Valkores and I devised has succeeded. I hadn’t intended for things to go this far, but your greed forced everything to the extreme. And what impeccable timing... I suppose that bastard Reynard will always live with such luck.”

Ebner couldn't help but admire Reynard’s intelligence and decisiveness in collaborating with him to execute such a brilliant plan. Using the same drugs Clifton had started, they’d managed to kill the emperor. It was Clifton’s own failure to recognize Reynard as an enemy that had doomed him from the start.

"Soon, the emperor’s soldiers will come to arrest you."

"……."

"They will uncover the truth: how you, along with that ambitious servant of the emperor’s, conspired to kill His Majesty using the new Pophin drug. I instructed them to increase the dosage this time, and they’ll soon confess everything. I’ve already ordered it."

Ebner chuckled softly.

"Why the shocked expression? You knew this, Clifton. You always talked about how the emperor’s high blood pressure would eventually kill him if he kept taking the painkillers you gave him. You always hoped the old man would die soon, so he’d leave the throne open. Are you regretting that your status hasn’t been restored yet? Worried your sister might take the throne instead?"

"……."

"If that was your concern, you shouldn’t have drugged the emperor in the first place. You were arrogant, thinking everything would go your way..."

Drool began to drip from Clifton’s slack mouth. His fully paralyzed body was now a prison for his clouded mind.

"I loved you, even though you were like this, Clifton."

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With those final words, the palace guards stormed into the Third Prince’s chambers.

"Prince Clifton Leopold, you are under arrest for the murder of His Majesty the Emperor!"

Without hesitation, they approached the bed, pulled the limp prince from his sheets, and bound him tightly with ropes.

Clifton, now completely powerless, was dragged away to the imperial dungeon like a dead dog—filthy and dishonored. Watching him go, Ebner whispered quietly.

"…I don’t know if this will comfort you, but I’ll be joining you soon."

And so, all the struggles came to a quiet end.

It was a peaceful and silent victory.

As Valentin had feared, no war had broken out, no innocent people were killed. The conflict simply faded away.

The villain was destroyed by his own greed and selfishness, having made the worst choices from the very beginning. The emperor, too, blinded by his own greed, allowed his downfall by protecting and supporting a son who hoarded illegal wealth. Had he investigated the Third Prince’s new drug from the start, perhaps he wouldn’t have met such an end. In a way, the emperor and Clifton had destroyed each other.

After Clifton was dragged to the dungeon, before he could even stand trial, the evidence of his crimes surfaced. Documents, testimonies from those under him, incriminating letters—they all revealed his misdeeds. Clifton’s biggest crime, of course, was the murder of the emperor.

The emperor had been found dead in bed after taking the painkillers that Clifton and his conspirators had been secretly administering. Clifton’s orders, his signature, and even confessions from those involved left no doubt.

Before his crimes could even be fully prosecuted, Clifton died in the dungeon, still paralyzed. Within three days, his body, with its purple tongue hanging out, met a pitiful end.

Ebner testified that Clifton had a history of drug abuse, and the official cause of death was recorded as a fatal reaction between the narcotics and the potent new Pophin drug.

And so, the man who thought himself the most noble died in the lowest, filthiest place—betrayed by the Omega he had always used and belittled. His life, once filled with wealth and power, ended in disgrace, fitting for someone like him.

This wasn’t a grand, world-shaking downfall of a legendary villain. It was a pathetic, sordid end—a fitting fate for someone like the Third Prince Clifton Leopold.

Justice had quietly been served.

Meanwhile, Clifton’s spouse, Ebner Leopold, who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, announced that he would spend the rest of his life repenting for his husband's crimes in a remote monastery.

Marquis Valkores, falsely accused and imprisoned, was naturally released.

With the Third Prince’s death, the citizens who had protested his crimes dispersed, their anger finally satisfied. The conflict that had shaken Eldon was resolved peacefully.

Despite the shocking events, time continued to flow, and the city, relying on the forces of forgetfulness and the past, returned to peace.

A calm dawn was breaking.