Chapter 37
He was acting very cautiously, not wanting to be found out by someone. “Come closer.”
Douglas did not rebuke the man for his erratic behavior. Waving his hand again, he called the man to the desk where he was sitting. As the man approached, Douglas asked impatiently.
“What did you want to find out?”
The man who was about to greet him and his raised head awkwardly was lowered and cleared his throat briefly.
“Sorry. Since the military doctor has been discharged, It took a little longer and got delayed in expecting to find him.”
The man is Douglas’ henchman, one of the few people who knows that the real Cassius is dead. Douglas called him apart and secretly sent him to the battlefield. It was because he asked him to find out the truth about Cassius’ death.
“Has he been discharged?”
“Yes. It wasn’t because of an injury, I heard that he was discharged on his own. Anyway, I found him, and I got to meet him and hear his story. I just have one problem…?“
“What is it?”
The man straightened his posture and answered with a serious expression.
.“The military doctor was in a drunken state. Listening to the people around me, they said that since returning from the war, he has been drinking and living like that, so he hasn’t been sane. So he just came here to talk while intoxicated. So how far can you trust what the military doctor said… “

When the man finished his sentence, Douglas asked with an uncharacteristic urgency.
“Try to tell the surgeon in detail what you heard. without missing a single one.”
It wasn’t an intimidation, but the man swallowed dryly at the words of Douglas, who spoke with wide eyes. He inhaled shortly and continued to speak. “It’s kind of strange.”
“How do you think so?”
Douglas frowned at the man’s words. “The Surgeon said he thought Master Cassius’ cause of death was an infection.”
“Infection? Not a gunshot wound?” More like he heard something unexpected, Douglass narrowed his brows.
“Yes. I arrived at the barracks a little faster. He said that if he had, he would have had a better chance of surviving by getting emergency treatment quickly.”
“But why is the bullet wound written on the notice of war? Wasn’t it written that he had died?”
“It was his doing. He said that he offered a huge reward to the military officer and asked him to forge the autograph.”
He referred to it as “him,” but Douglas immediately knew who the man was referring to. He asked again as if to confirm with a darker face.
“Is it really?”
The man nodded. However, it was an expression that seemed to be lacking in confidence.
“Yes. By the way, Marquis. As I said before, the army doctor was in a drunken state, so he spoke in a bit of gibberish. Since there is no evidence… it seems a little difficult to prove its authenticity.”