Volume 1 Chapter 71 Genderbend Female Knight, Being Snitched On
"So that's how I ended up being asked to kill you."
"If that's the case, then you'd be killing me for beauty's sake."
"If someone like you could kill me, you would've never become a hero. And even if you did kill me, the royal family or the Grand Duke would kill you right after."
Baron Poniète let out a soft laugh and took a sip of water.
"If you're going to die, I'd rather you fall in a big war with a million soldiers than from some silly backstab plan."
"Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"Of course it's a compliment! A great hero should die in a way that fits their name."
He raised his fist like he was giving a speech and began to sing, but stopped suddenly and looked back.
"So, will you come to the party I'm throwing?"
"To be honest, I still doubt you. But I also trust the way you fought in that battle."
Eleonora rubbed her chin and squinted.
"To be real, people like that always think ahead. If they get a chance to kill, they'll take it."
"Then I'll need a plan too, Baron. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth. So how about this—murder for murder?"
"You're making a scary face."
"Yours looks worse."
The laughter started between them and slowly spread across the mansion.
Baron Poniète threw a feast to celebrate the win. He invited the nobles who had joined the charge into the Empire of Loriengita.
The guest of honor was Eleonora, Acting Knight of Kamitafira, who had played a key role.
Also attending were Prince Casunat, the leaders of the First and Second Royal Guard Knight Orders, and Baron Vidilva.
When Simon heard about this, he thought Baron Poniète had gone insane.
Trying to use poison or force in front of such strong military people would get you caught right away.
He was just about to mock the man who only cared for art when a family member told him:
"The Acting Knight of Kamitafira has died from poison, and the rest have been captured."
Hearing that, Simon felt dizzy. He wanted to see the face of the woman who had taken everything from him.
He wanted to laugh at the ones who should've just died, then slowly torture them.
Simon was a man full of greed.
If he had reached his goal, he should have blamed everything on Baron Poniète and run away.
It made sense to want proof with his own eyes, but he never should've trusted the words of a low-level servant.
It should've been easy to guess—he himself had once been used as a pawn by the Papal States.
But hate makes people blind.
"So, where's the body?"
"It's in the banquet hall. The others are already there."
"I don't want anyone seeing my face."
"That's why I put a bag over it."
He figured that, but he still wondered why he called others too.
"This is a mess. Why did you do it, Baron?"
"If I'm going to go down in history, I want to go big. I'm going to die anyway."
He really had to hold back from yelling, "You're nuts!"
It was clear he had to cut ties with someone so crazy.
When he reached the banquet hall, he saw women slumped over the table and men with bags on their heads, tied up.
A rush of joy hit him and pushed away all his anger and hate.
"Haha! Not even the devil can stop a traitor from inside!"
Simon walked up to the dead woman and yanked her hair.
"Well then, let me see your ugly dead face—"
Right then, her fist slammed into Simon's jaw. He saw stars and felt his brain spin.
"If you want to look so badly, I'll show you!"
Eleonora grabbed his shirt and smashed her forehead into his face. Blood shot out of his nose and splattered on her clothes.
"Wh-wha—?"
"Am I dead? Ask Lord Poniète over there. He'll know."
That man was busy painting on a canvas he had brought in from somewhere.
"You really are dumb. Who would side with a washed-up priest? Oh—sorry. I forgot. You used to be one."
Baron Poniète waved his brush and sneered.
As he tried crawling away, someone kicked him hard in the stomach.
"Hey, I even knelt down to welcome you. Leaving already? That's cold."
Lord Cesare grabbed Simon by the back of his neck and lifted him like a rag doll.
He drove his knee into Simon's face.
Clink.
When Simon looked at what had flown out of his mouth, it was a white tooth.
"Wow, amazing. The Commander of the Royal Guard. The next Grand Duke. The royal family's friend. And a war hero, too. You never thought you'd meet people like this. For a nobody noble like you, this is a dream. Aren't you lucky, Lord Simon?"
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