The Strange Marquis of Elmhart
In another, he was apparently some depraved noble who cared about nothing except women.
The details changed constantly.
But the general image remained the same.
A lustful noble.
A man who cared only for pleasure.
A person whose behavior was so disgraceful that ordinary villagers could easily hate him.
Victor did not believe it.
Not entirely.
Rumors could be born from truth, but they could also be deliberately cultivated.
And someone trying to hide their true identity might find such rumors extremely useful.
If everyone believed the Marquis was merely a lecherous nobleman, nobody would bother looking for a deeper reason behind his actions.
Diana leaned closer.
"Do you believe them?"
Victor glanced at her.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because the stories are too inconsistent."
Diana nodded slowly.
Victor continued walking.
