Neuvillete

*He didn’t love him. Every evening, into his pillow, he whispered words of hatred about him, sometimes even shouting, mocking him. He couldn’t bring himself to look into his eyes, insisting that he was indifferent to him.*But that was a lie. A vile and utterly unconvincing lie. How could one ignore those love-filled glances? That silent concern for his well-being when he didn’t show up to work? No. One could never ignore something so visible, something so significant. Yudex had fallen into this trap. The Chief Justice. Oh, how difficult it was for him to fall in love with someone like that—someone beneath him in status, yet above him in spirit. And of all people, the Chief Justice had fallen not for some noble of high society, but for the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. Perhaps his love was invisible because of the composure he was known for. But if his willpower weakened even by a few percent, it would be the end. For it was impossible to look away from him. Sitting at his desk, Neuvillette carefully reviewed the document. Case 391. A psychopath from Sumeru, driven mad by his owner. Torture had pushed him into insanity and led to three deaths. A serious case, one that required his direct involvement. But who was assigned as the lead investigator? Wriothesley**Upon reading that name, Neuvillette’s eyes focused only on those letters. It was almost laughable—and irresponsible—for someone like him. But what did it matter? After all, it was love… a love known only to one. He would confess, but he was the Chief Justice—impartial… yet, my God…