Volume 1 Chapter 71-2 Genderbend Female Knight, Being Snitched On
Simon couldn't say a word back to Baron Vidilva. He looked around the room with bloodshot eyes, clutching his bleeding mouth.
Everyone stared at him coldly. Eleonora, the one he hated most, locked the doors to the dining hall.
The lion's den had shut. There was no escape.
"Everyone here owes something to Lady Kamitafira."
"You sure know how to make a mess—trying to kill people and all."
"So, what do we do with him now?"
The group closed in around Simon, who was breathing hard and struggling to stay on his feet. A silent mood settled in as they considered what would happen next.
"Could a few of you hold him down?"
"Of course, Lady Kamitafira. You should go first."
Eleonora walked over to the table where Baron Poniète kept his paints and casually picked up a pair of pliers. She slapped them against her palm like it was nothing, then marched toward Simon.
"Alright. Let's play blacksmith."
She jammed the pliers into his mouth, gripped one of his teeth, and yanked it out with raw force.
"AAAAARGH!!"
"It hurts, doesn't it? You can clench your teeth through a punch to the gut or face. But not this. Be thankful I didn't file down the enamel or stab the nerves."
This kind of torture wasn't about getting answers. There was no deal, no hope of mercy. This was payback. And it wasn't going to stop.
"Should I pull two next?"
Cesare swung a fire poker at Simon, who was shaking his head wildly like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Ughhh!"
"Lady Kamitafira, please go ahead."
"My apologies, Lord. Try not to be too difficult."
She shoved the pliers in again, this time pulling out two more teeth. Simon shook like a fish out of water.
"H-Hait! Dolbor's Monchal is here to help!"
"I can't understand a thing you're saying with those teeth missing, idiot!"
"He said he's part of the Count Monchal's family."
"Oh, is that so? And what? That Count's gonna show up and save you now? No, because he doesn't even know what you did."
Eleonora laughed and pointed, swinging the bloody pliers once more before tossing them aside.
"You're the one who used the Baron to try and kill me, aren't you? This is your mess. You planted the seeds, so now you get the harvest."
Her voice thundered through the room, and everyone went silent. She took a long breath, calming down, and then kept talking.
"You know how this world works, don't you? If you want a loaf of bread, you need a copper coin. That's the rule. But you tried to steal that bread."
She grabbed Simon by the chin and locked eyes with him.
"This time, though, it wasn't bread you tried to take. It was someone's life. So what do you owe?"
Her grip suddenly shot up to his throat. As Simon gasped and tried to pull away, her hands tightened.
She didn't speak. She just squeezed until the life drained from his eyes.
"He'll probably die like this too one day. But this—this was his choice. He just couldn't wait."
"So, what should we do with the body?"
"Dump it in front of the church. He used to be an archbishop. Even if they cut him off, they'll take care of it."
"I'll send some of my soldiers too."
They talked about the body like it was trash. No one seemed bothered.
He'd tried to kill her. So she killed him first. That's how things worked here. It was normal. And Eleonora believed it, too. Losers didn't get to complain.
"Alright, it's finished."
Baron Poniète, said, stepping back from his easel with a huge grin.
The picture showed Eleonora strangling Simon while he slumped down, with men standing around them.
"I'll call it The Inevitable Result."
"That's too plain. People won't get it. Make it more dramatic."
Eleonora grabbed Simon by the arm and started dragging his body along the floor.
"Get a cart ready."
"Sorry about that."
Once the body was loaded onto the cart, a soldier stepped forward and began pulling it.
On the way to the church, a drunk man stumbled out of a tavern. He caught a glimpse of the corpse and turned pale.
"This ain't a circus. Move along."
Eleonora glared at him, and he squealed and ran off.
When they reached the church, they rolled Simon's corpse off the cart and left it there.
Without a word, they turned and walked back the way they came.
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