In a corner of the territory's forest. There was a small cabin-like house.
That was the exile residence of the former lord Dale.
'…I'm in a sorry state.'
This was the entirety of the space given to Dale.
He couldn't do anything even if he went outside without permission—he would be punished.
He couldn't farm or do business.
His only right and duty was to do odd jobs provided by the territory and receive a small wage.
Even if he had money, he couldn't leave, so he had to leave all living to his wife.
Among nobles, many couldn't endure such a life and ended it themselves.
At least Dale had his wife, who stayed with him as the father of the current acting lord, so he could save some face.
"…If I had known it would end like this, I should have just given everything to Karl and lived with a noble title."
Well, it was pointless regret now.
He had a wife to take responsibility for, so he had to keep living hard.
No, even Dale himself would struggle to live without his wife.
