Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 588: He’s A Saint!

Both Joy and Carmela immediately turned their heads back in perfect unison, their eyes wide in disbelief.

"He did what!?" They exclaimed together, voices overlapping.

Neither of them could believe what Isabelle had just said.

Nobles didn’t give away land—they hoarded it, fought over it, expanded it, and passed it down through bloodlines like divine inheritance.

The idea that someone like Cassius, born and raised in that very system would willingly hand over land to common farmers was absurd.

Maria and Aqua were also stunned, glancing at each other with genuine surprise.

"Really?" Maria leaned forward slightly from her saddle. "Did Cassius truly do something like that?"

"My Young Master most certainly did." Isabelle smiled proudly, her tone filled with warmth and reverence. "He couldn’t stand the thought that the farmers who tilled the soil, who lived their whole lives nurturing it, didn’t even own a single inch of it."

"He called it a cruel injustice—unheard of, even among nobles who claim to be virtuous and he decided to give away the land to balance the scales between nobles and commoners."

"Wow..." Aqua gasped lightly. "Even I didn’t expect that."

"Oh, my, oh, my...that truly is a noble deed."

Maria clasped her hands together, her voice full of awe.

"The heavens themselves will bless him for such kindness."

Joy and Carmela, however, exchanged a long, disbelieving look.

Their silence said more than words could—neither of them could wrap their heads around it.

But Isabelle wasn’t done.

"And it’s not only that." She continued, her eyes brightening with admiration. "The Young Master wanted to give away even more land."

"But Lucius and Lady Diana stopped him."

"They told him that doing so might cause unrest among the nobles—that if too much land changed hands, it could lead to political turmoil or even open conflict. So they settled at twenty percent."

"But if it were entirely up to him, he would have given away everything he could to the farmers."

Aqua’s mouth fell open. "He actually wanted to give more?"

Isabelle nodded eagerly.

"Yes. And there’s more."

She said, her tone turning excited as she leaned forward slightly.

"In the western provinces and most noble estates across the continent, the nobles usually take seventy percent of the farmers’ harvest profits."

"Even the kindest ones rarely take less than fifty."

"But in our estate, it’s completely different. The Young Master changed that too—he only takes thirty percent. The rest all belongs to the farmers."

The entire group froze.

"No way..." Aqua murmured, eyes wide.

Maria blinked in astonishment.

"I’ve lived for more than four decades." She said softly. "And...I have never heard of such a thing before."

Carmela narrowed her eyes.

"How did his father even allow that?" She asked skeptically. "I’ve heard of his father’s reputation—how strict and controlling he is when it comes to his estate. No normal noble would ever permit something like that."

"Honestly, I don’t know all the details."

Isabelle shrugged slightly but smiled.

"But lately, the Patriarch has entrusted the Young Master with full control over the estate’s management. He rarely questions his decisions now."

"Their relationship has become...much more harmonious."

Aqua’s expression softened into a small smile.

"So Father actually allowed it..." She said quietly. "It really seems like my brother and Father are finally getting along."

She then turned her attention to Joy—who, at that moment, looked visibly irritated, lips twitching, her gaze sharp.

"Well then." Aqua said in an obviously boastful manner. "What do you have to say about this, Joy? Is this also one of your elaborate schemes and theories?"

"My brother literally gave away land for free. He’s helping people while other nobles cling to their wealth."

"Tell me—do you think your Church would ever do something like that? Would they ever give away their land?"

Maria chuckled softly, raising a hand. "Sadly not." She admitted. "For all their holiness, the Church likes to keep its treasures close rather than share them."

Joy’s expression stiffened at that. She wanted to argue, to retort, to say something—but there was nothing she could say without sounding petty.

So instead, she simply turned her head away, her silence admitting defeat more loudly than words ever could.

Maria smiled gently at her daughter’s stubborn pride, while Aqua looked positively smug, puffing her chest proudly like a cat who’d caught a bird.

Carmela, meanwhile, turned her gaze outward toward the fields once again.

As they rode past the farmlands, she could see the farmers working with smiles—real smiles, not the weary, broken looks she was used to seeing in other provinces.

The children ran around carrying baskets, laughter echoing through the open air, and the workers seemed genuinely content.

It struck her deeply.

She had spent so many years fighting against noble greed, standing up for the common people, destroying corrupt families, and carving her own vengeance into those who exploited others.

Yet here, Cassius had done it effortlessly.

Not through force, not through rebellion—but through compassion and reform.

She couldn’t help but stare thoughtfully at the land, her expression softening despite herself.

But then her eyes narrowed again as she spotted something strange among the crops. She frowned, leaning slightly forward.

"Wait...what is that?" She muttered.

Aqua followed her gaze. "What’s wrong?"

"Those plants." Carmela said, pointing. "That’s Silvergrain Wheat and right beside it, Verdant Sunleaf. They’re both completely off-season. Neither should be growing right now."

Everyone looked. Indeed, the wheat shimmered in the sun, tall and ripe, while the bright-green sunleaf swayed beside it—two crops that, under normal conditions, would never share the same season.

Aqua frowned. "Yeah...that doesn’t make any sense."

Maria looked closer too, noticing another patch farther ahead.

"And over there—the Azure Berry shrubs. They shouldn’t be so tall or bearing such large fruit at this time of year. Look how big they’ve grown."

"There’s no natural way for that to happen."

Carmela nodded, her eyes narrowing further.

"Something’s...off."

As confusion spread among them, they suddenly heard a soft, melodic giggle.

It was Isabelle—laughing quietly to herself as they all stared at her.

Aqua raised an eyebrow. "What’s so funny, Isabelle?"

Isabelle looked at them all with a big, mischievous smile.

"I’m giggling because...this is also one of the Young Master’s works."

Everyone stared.

Isabelle’s smile widened.

"Everything you see before your eyes—the changes in the crops, the unnatural growth, the impossible combinations—all of it is his innovation."

Aqua blinked. "Wait...what?"

Maria gasped softly. "You mean the crops—?"

Isabelle nodded proudly.

"Yes. These are new agricultural methods he designed himself. He’s been experimenting with hybrid seeds, soil infusion enchantments, and elemental rotation spells."

"They extend the growing season, increase yield, and allow crops from opposite climates to thrive together."

Carmela’s lips parted slightly, her disbelief now tinged with reluctant admiration.

"He calls it the Harmony Field System." Isabelle added warmly. "A gift to both nature and people—one that’ll make sure no family ever goes hungry again."

For a moment, silence hung over the group as the breeze rustled through the enchanted fields.

Then, suddenly—

"Pff—HAHAHAHA!"

Aqua burst out laughing, her voice ringing through the open air as she threw her head back. She grabbed Isabelle by the shoulders, eyes sparkling with pride and joy.

"My brother is a genius! My brother is an actual genius!"

She declared loudly, laughing so hard that even the horses twitched their ears.

"I’m so damn proud of that little brother of mine!"

Before Isabelle could react, Aqua lunged forward and began peppering her cheeks with kisses.

"A-Ah! Aqua—!" Isabelle squeaked, her face instantly turning warm as she giggled helplessly. "Wh-Why are you kissing me all of a sudden?!"

Aqua only grinned mischievously, her lips brushing against Isabelle’s flushed cheek again.

"Because my brother isn’t here right now—and I can’t kiss him! So I’m gonna kiss his wife instead!"

"Now come here, you adorable little maid—!"

Isabelle laughed uncontrollably as Aqua continued to dote on her, trying and failing to push her away gently while giggling.

"Aqua, please—you’ll make the horses panic!"

Behind them, Maria watched the scene with an amused smile, though her thoughts were running deeper.

Her gaze drifted over the flourishing fields and she felt something warm bloom in her chest.

’He’s not only kind and caring.’ She thought. ’But he’s intelligent too. He doesn’t even use that intelligence for greed or profit—he uses it to help others.’

Her heart softened further as she realized how rare such a man truly was.

"A kind soul, a gentle heart, a brilliant mind...and handsome on top of that." She murmured under her breath. "Goodness, he truly is blessed by the Goddess herself."

"...Now I’m starting to wonder if I really missed a big opportunity when he proposed to me."

Then she blinked, realizing where her thoughts were going, and quickly shook her head.

"Oh heavens, what am I even thinking?!" She whispered to herself, flustered. "Ridiculous, Maria. Utterly ridiculous."

Still...her eyes betrayed her as they lingered fondly on the fields, sparkling just a little.

Meanwhile, Carmela’s thoughts were far less gentle.

Her sharp eyes swept across the miracle-like farmlands with a mixture of awe and irritation. She clenched her reins slightly, lips tightening.

’So he’s not only powerful and charming...but smart too?’ She thought bitterly. ’Just what doesn’t this man excel at?’

Her fangs nearly itched. Part of her wanted to bite him on the neck—not out of hunger, but sheer frustration.

It wasn’t fair for someone like him to be good at everything.

Still, deep inside, even she couldn’t deny it.

Watching the fields thrive, seeing the farmers’ joy, the children laughing and running barefoot across the grass—she felt something in her chest ease for the first time in a long while like she finally found a kindred spirit who shared the same goals as her.

Isabelle, meanwhile, was having the time of her life.

She was practically glowing with secondhand pride.

Her Young Master had allowed her to go along precisely so she could witness these reactions firsthand.

And they did not disappoint.

She even wanted to keep going, wanting to list every single improvement he had made.

"There are actually many more things the Young Master has done to help the farmers." She began eagerly. "I could list them all, starting with how he taught them advanced crop rotation techniques that—"

"No more!"

Joy’s sharp voice cut through the air like a whip.

Her tone was cold, but her volume startled even the horses.

Before anyone could respond, Joy snapped the reins.

"Neigh!!!"

Her horse surged forward, breaking into a fast run and leaving the rest of the group staring after her in dismay.

Aqua and Isabelle exchanged a glance.

Then—both of them burst into giggles at the exact same moment.

"It seems like it really got to her!" Aqua clutched Isabelle tighter, laughing into her shoulder.

Isabelle nodded, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"She shouted so loud the poor farmers over there are looking this way, wondering what in the world is going on."

Sure enough, several workers in the fields had paused, shielding their eyes against the sun, staring curiously at the little group.

That only made Aqua and Isabelle laugh harder.

Carmela, riding nearby, couldn’t help but smile—small, reluctant, but genuine.

The sight of Joy’s frustration, the easy camaraderie between Aqua and Isabelle, the warmth radiating from Maria.

It was...oddly endearing.

Maria and Joy, however, were having a very different experience.

Maria clung to the horse’s mane as it sped forward.

"Joy—Joy, slow down! Please stop!" She pleaded, voice rising with panic. "We’re going too fast! Your mother is scared! Your mother is going to fall off!"

But Joy didn’t slow.

Her jaw was clenched, teeth gritted.

Her eyes burned with frustration.

Every single moment, Cassius’s image only improved.

He wasn’t just wealthy.

He wasn’t just powerful.

He was even a genius of some sort.

And a good one at that who used his smarts for the betterment of society.

Kind. Innovative. Generous.

He was basically a saint.

And she hated it.

Because the more saintly he appeared, the harder it became to paint him as the devil she desperately needed him to be.

She urged the horse faster.

In front of her, Maria clung tighter, screaming for her life.

"Joy! Slow down! I’m not ready to meet the Goddess yet!"

Ahead of them, the road stretched on, fields rolling peacefully in every direction.

But for Joy, the path felt narrower with every step.

Cassius’s perfection was closing in.

And she had no counter left.