Elaroiden tried to close the door with a single scream.
Black walked towards Rosadel, who was leaning against the butler while staggering.
“Don’t, don’t come any closer... Ugh...!”
Rosadel, who had been stumbling backwards, fell back down. As Rosadel fell down with a loud noise, Black sat down leisurely in front of him.
“Why, why are you sitting...”
As their eye level got closer, Rosadel shivered as if he couldn't stand it anymore. However, he was too scared to run away anymore. Black slowly opened his mouth as he stared indifferently at Rosadel, who was just flustered in his seat.
“Two hundred and eleven. Sixteen... No, fifteen is missing, so one hundred and ninety-five.”
“...? Huh, huh! T, how did you... !”
Rosadel screamed breathlessly. The number Black had recited was the Rosadel family’s private soldiers. Rosadel couldn’t believe how Tiwakan knew the last digit of the number. But Black couldn’t believe how stupid Tiwakan could have been without knowing the number of private soldiers of the six families. Understanding the size of the enemy’s force was the most basic thing in battle.
“There must be about twenty of them who can be called knights. There are four or five of them here now. All together, there must be about fifty.”
“Oh, how!”
As Black opened his mouth, Rosadel's expression became more and more horrifying.
“Tell me, you can count the numbers. How many Tiwakans are here today?”
“Uh, uh... what?”
“Don’t ask. You just have to answer.”
“Uh, uh... uh... that...”
When Rosadel was so scared that he staggered, the butler, unable to bear to watch, counted the numbers.
“Eight, master.”
“Yes, eight...”
Black asked Rosadel again, who was absentmindedly following the butler's words.
“Then do the math. Eight people can deal with sixteen on their own. How long will it take them to deal with the fifty in your house?”
“Th, th... Uh, huh?”
It was impossible to calculate. It seemed as if they would all be decapitated in the blink of an eye. Black tapped his index finger on his cheek as if he were a bored spectator.
“Are you done calculating? Call me if you want.”
“Ah, no...”
Rosadel shook his head weakly. Even if he gathered the private soldiers in the mansion, they would die anyway. Even if he pushed the private soldiers into a corner and ran away alone, the result wouldn't be much different. Rather than being chased for no reason, it would be better to just listen to what they had to say.
“Why... What do you want from me...”
“It’s simple. You just have to speak common sense at the upcoming general assembly.”
“Well, common sense...? ...If so...”
“It is only natural that anyone who harms the royal family should be punished for treason.”
“Ugh...”
Rosadel then remained silent as if his lips had been glued shut. Black let out a small sigh between words as if on purpose.
“You guys are lucky. Today is a day where I feel kind of, like, crazy good.”
“...?”
“I won’t be needlessly strangling you. Just answer.”
“Well, then...”
“You guys can kiss each other. I’ll fool you into thinking Klinefelter did everything on his own.”
"...Ah!"
Rosadel finally understood what Black was saying. He meant to punish Kleinfelter alone through the council. Thankfully, he had come first and made a way out.
“Oh, I understand! I will do that!”
“Sir Rosadel!”
As Rosadel nodded her head wildly, Elaloiden screamed in surprise, but it didn't last long. He was so busy gasping for air, hia tongue sticking out because of the pain near his ribs.
"Good."
Black nodded once, then extended his hand to Rosadel as if asking for a handshake.
“...?”
Rosadel hesitated and grabbed the hand Black extended. It was his left hand. So he thought that the leader of Tiwakan was left-handed. However, the moment he grabbed the hand, his wrist snapped back.
“...Ugh!”
His left wrist was cleanly broken.
“I left your right hand behind because you have to sign something. If by any chance you feel like signing, think about why your hand is still there.”
In other words, it was a threat that if he didn't sign, his right hand would be broken.
“Ugh, ugh... Ugh!”
“Oh my, master...”
Black turned around, leaving Rosadel sobbing, clutching his broken wrist. He was facing Ellaroiden.
“I broke three bones.”
Elaloiden gulped as Black approached.
“Make sure to do your math. If it breaks any more, it’ll be hard to heal.”
“...”
“I can’t believe I’m even saying something like that... But I feel really good.”
Elaroiden wanted to say something sensible like, "Why would a person who feels good break three ribs for no reason?" but held back. Hia ribs hurt too much.
“I’ll leave your right hand behind, too.”
“...? Oh, no!”
At those words, Elaroiden shook his head and clenched his left hand. However, Black did not mean to break his left hand. Black turned his head and gestured to the mercenary holding the axe.
“Ankle. Either side. Make it better.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Hey, your ankle? Wh, what are you doing...! No!”
Resistance was already too late. The Tiwakan mercenary, with a very refreshing attitude, turned his axe upside down and struck Elaroiden's lower clavicle.
“Ugh, ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
Spit flew out of Elaroiden's mouth as she screamed. However, his ankle was not cut off or completely disabled. Unfortunately, that was more frightening from Elaroiden's perspective. Tiwakan could have disabled hia leg at any time. But he didn't. He said that the leader of Tiwakan was in a good mood today. Elaroiden had no idea how to deal with such an unpredictable person.
There was no answer, but everyone felt like they had heard the answer. Black, who had finished his work, turned around lightly and left Rosadel House. As he walked back to the castle, his mood became even more frighteningly good. Because Liene would be there.
“Come this way, Princess.”
Mada. Flambard was so excited that she grabbed Liene and dragged her away.
“It looks so nice hanging on a hanger. You have to see it for yourself.”
The lady couldn't hide her excitement at the fact that Black's wedding dress was ready. Just as Liene had once said, the lady was very excited to finally touch the gorgeous outfit.
“You won’t know everything if you just hold it in your hand. It would be best to try it on, but that’s not easy, so you’ll have to use a hanger if you feel like it.”
The way Madam Flambard hurried her steps was both funny and cute. At first, she thought she hated that man more than Liene did. But she guessed not anymore. Madam Flambard seemed to be looking forward to the wedding more than she did.
“Come on, Princess. Do you know how much I’ve been wanting to show you this?”
Madam Flambard opened the door to her room with an excited face.
“Ahh...!”
And then she screamed. Someone was in the room where the lady should have been empty. Someone thin and pale, like a ghost. The reason for the scream was that the woman she had never seen before was holding a pair of scissors. The scissors that Madam Flambard used when she sewed.
Bam!
But it was no use.
“Your voice is loud.”
The head of Tiwakan spoke in a slow voice.
“Thank you, I heard it well. Even outside.”
“What, what...? What?”
Black didn't respond to those words and instead kicked Elaroiden in the chest.
“Your voice is loud.”
The head of Tiwakan spoke in a slow voice.
“Thank you, I heard it well. Even outside.”
“What, what...? What?”
Black didn't respond to those words and instead kicked Elaroiden in the chest.
Boom!
“Ugh... Ugh!”
Elaroiden fell down with a long, painful scream. He clutched his chest and rolled around, but Black calmed him down with a single word.
“It’s best not to move. The bone will come out. If you move wrong, your lungs will be punctured.”
“...!”
“So, if you die, you’ll be at ease.”
“...”
At those words, Elaroiden couldn't scream anymore. He just froze in that position and rolled his eyes.
“Lord, Master... What should I do with this...”
The Rosadel family's butler was at a loss and supported his master. Rosadel was so frightened that he could not even stand on his own two feet.
“Why, why... Why in my house... Uh, how... W, what...”
“Ugh... Ugh!”
Elaroiden fell down with a long, painful scream. He clutched his chest and rolled around, but Black calmed him down with a single word.
“It’s best not to move. The bone will come out. If you move wrong, your lungs will be punctured.”
“...!”
“So, if you die, you’ll be at ease.”
“...”
At those words, Elaroiden couldn't scream anymore. He just froze in that position and rolled his eyes.
“Lord, Master... What should I do with this...”
The Rosadel family's butler was at a loss and supported his master. Rosadel was so frightened that he could not even stand on his own two feet.
“Why, why... Why in my house... Uh, how... W, what...”
Black walked towards Rosadel, who was leaning against the butler while staggering.
“Don’t, don’t come any closer... Ugh...!”
Rosadel, who had been stumbling backwards, fell back down. As Rosadel fell down with a loud noise, Black sat down leisurely in front of him.
“Why, why are you sitting...”
As their eye level got closer, Rosadel shivered as if he couldn't stand it anymore. However, he was too scared to run away anymore. Black slowly opened his mouth as he stared indifferently at Rosadel, who was just flustered in his seat.
“Two hundred and eleven. Sixteen... No, fifteen is missing, so one hundred and ninety-five.”
“...? Huh, huh! T, how did you... !”
Rosadel screamed breathlessly. The number Black had recited was the Rosadel family’s private soldiers. Rosadel couldn’t believe how Tiwakan knew the last digit of the number. But Black couldn’t believe how stupid Tiwakan could have been without knowing the number of private soldiers of the six families. Understanding the size of the enemy’s force was the most basic thing in battle.
“There must be about twenty of them who can be called knights. There are four or five of them here now. All together, there must be about fifty.”
“Oh, how!”
As Black opened his mouth, Rosadel's expression became more and more horrifying.
“Tell me, you can count the numbers. How many Tiwakans are here today?”
“Uh, uh... what?”
“Don’t ask. You just have to answer.”
“Uh, uh... uh... that...”
When Rosadel was so scared that he staggered, the butler, unable to bear to watch, counted the numbers.
“Eight, master.”
“Yes, eight...”
Black asked Rosadel again, who was absentmindedly following the butler's words.
“Then do the math. Eight people can deal with sixteen on their own. How long will it take them to deal with the fifty in your house?”
“Th, th... Uh, huh?”
It was impossible to calculate. It seemed as if they would all be decapitated in the blink of an eye. Black tapped his index finger on his cheek as if he were a bored spectator.
“Are you done calculating? Call me if you want.”
“Ah, no...”
Rosadel shook his head weakly. Even if he gathered the private soldiers in the mansion, they would die anyway. Even if he pushed the private soldiers into a corner and ran away alone, the result wouldn't be much different. Rather than being chased for no reason, it would be better to just listen to what they had to say.
“Why... What do you want from me...”
“It’s simple. You just have to speak common sense at the upcoming general assembly.”
“Well, common sense...? ...If so...”
“It is only natural that anyone who harms the royal family should be punished for treason.”
“Ugh...”
Rosadel then remained silent as if his lips had been glued shut. Black let out a small sigh between words as if on purpose.
“You guys are lucky. Today is a day where I feel kind of, like, crazy good.”
“...?”
“I won’t be needlessly strangling you. Just answer.”
“Well, then...”
“You guys can kiss each other. I’ll fool you into thinking Klinefelter did everything on his own.”
"...Ah!"
Rosadel finally understood what Black was saying. He meant to punish Kleinfelter alone through the council. Thankfully, he had come first and made a way out.
“Oh, I understand! I will do that!”
“Sir Rosadel!”
As Rosadel nodded her head wildly, Elaloiden screamed in surprise, but it didn't last long. He was so busy gasping for air, hia tongue sticking out because of the pain near his ribs.
"Good."
Black nodded once, then extended his hand to Rosadel as if asking for a handshake.
“...?”
Rosadel hesitated and grabbed the hand Black extended. It was his left hand. So he thought that the leader of Tiwakan was left-handed. However, the moment he grabbed the hand, his wrist snapped back.
“...Ugh!”
His left wrist was cleanly broken.
“I left your right hand behind because you have to sign something. If by any chance you feel like signing, think about why your hand is still there.”
In other words, it was a threat that if he didn't sign, his right hand would be broken.
“Ugh, ugh... Ugh!”
“Oh my, master...”
Black turned around, leaving Rosadel sobbing, clutching his broken wrist. He was facing Ellaroiden.
“I broke three bones.”
Elaloiden gulped as Black approached.
“Make sure to do your math. If it breaks any more, it’ll be hard to heal.”
“...”
“I can’t believe I’m even saying something like that... But I feel really good.”
Elaroiden wanted to say something sensible like, "Why would a person who feels good break three ribs for no reason?" but held back. Hia ribs hurt too much.
“I’ll leave your right hand behind, too.”
“...? Oh, no!”
At those words, Elaroiden shook his head and clenched his left hand. However, Black did not mean to break his left hand. Black turned his head and gestured to the mercenary holding the axe.
“Ankle. Either side. Make it better.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Hey, your ankle? Wh, what are you doing...! No!”
Resistance was already too late. The Tiwakan mercenary, with a very refreshing attitude, turned his axe upside down and struck Elaroiden's lower clavicle.
“Ugh, ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
Spit flew out of Elaroiden's mouth as she screamed. However, his ankle was not cut off or completely disabled. Unfortunately, that was more frightening from Elaroiden's perspective. Tiwakan could have disabled hia leg at any time. But he didn't. He said that the leader of Tiwakan was in a good mood today. Elaroiden had no idea how to deal with such an unpredictable person.
On the other hand, for Black, who had been rolling around in the battlefield for ten years and had only won against his opponents, dealing with a person like Elaroiden was a breeze. Black nodded his head once, with an expression that was strangely gentle for Tiwakan's mercenaries, although, of course, others would have jumped up and denied it.
“Remember this until you sign. There are still many parts of your body that are of little use except when you sign.”
“...!”
"Heh..."
Black's method was very effective. Rosadel was willing to sign a document that Black presented to him stating that he would strip him naked and sell him to a slave trader.
“Pass it on to the other three families.”
“...”
“...”
“Remember this until you sign. There are still many parts of your body that are of little use except when you sign.”
“...!”
"Heh..."
Black's method was very effective. Rosadel was willing to sign a document that Black presented to him stating that he would strip him naked and sell him to a slave trader.
“Pass it on to the other three families.”
“...”
“...”
There was no answer, but everyone felt like they had heard the answer. Black, who had finished his work, turned around lightly and left Rosadel House. As he walked back to the castle, his mood became even more frighteningly good. Because Liene would be there.
***
“Come this way, Princess.”
Mada. Flambard was so excited that she grabbed Liene and dragged her away.
“It looks so nice hanging on a hanger. You have to see it for yourself.”
The lady couldn't hide her excitement at the fact that Black's wedding dress was ready. Just as Liene had once said, the lady was very excited to finally touch the gorgeous outfit.
“You won’t know everything if you just hold it in your hand. It would be best to try it on, but that’s not easy, so you’ll have to use a hanger if you feel like it.”
The way Madam Flambard hurried her steps was both funny and cute. At first, she thought she hated that man more than Liene did. But she guessed not anymore. Madam Flambard seemed to be looking forward to the wedding more than she did.
“Come on, Princess. Do you know how much I’ve been wanting to show you this?”
Madam Flambard opened the door to her room with an excited face.
“Ahh...!”
And then she screamed. Someone was in the room where the lady should have been empty. Someone thin and pale, like a ghost. The reason for the scream was that the woman she had never seen before was holding a pair of scissors. The scissors that Madam Flambard used when she sewed.
Crunch!
The woman didn't care whether she heard the scream or not and stabbed the blades into the dress in front of her.
Crunch!
The fabric was torn in a long line. It was the wedding dress that the lady had just finished and was so happy about that she didn't know what to do.
“No! What are you doing!”
Madam Flambard, who came to her senses belatedly from shock, rushed at the ghostly woman.
“What kind of clothes are these! Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this!”
The woman continued to tear the clothes even as Madam Flambard held her body. The more she did this, the more shocked the woman became, and the more violent the struggle seemed to be.
“Stop it! It’s dangerous!”
Liene almost thought Madam Flambard would get hurt. Liene approached the two people who were entangled together and grabbed the ghostly woman's wrist.
“...Let go!”
The woman screamed.
“Put down the scissors. Quickly.”
Liene grabbed the woman's wrist with all her might. In the meantime, the woman pushed the woman's chest, and the scissors finally left her hand.
“No! What are you doing!”
Madam Flambard, who came to her senses belatedly from shock, rushed at the ghostly woman.
“What kind of clothes are these! Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this!”
The woman continued to tear the clothes even as Madam Flambard held her body. The more she did this, the more shocked the woman became, and the more violent the struggle seemed to be.
“Stop it! It’s dangerous!”
Liene almost thought Madam Flambard would get hurt. Liene approached the two people who were entangled together and grabbed the ghostly woman's wrist.
“...Let go!”
The woman screamed.
“Put down the scissors. Quickly.”
Liene grabbed the woman's wrist with all her might. In the meantime, the woman pushed the woman's chest, and the scissors finally left her hand.
Clang!
As the scissors fell, the woman fell to the floor.
“...Black!”
A stifled sob burst from the woman's mouth. Her head was strangely swollen compared to her appearance. Madam Flambard screamed.
“Where are you crying? I’m the one who really wants to cry!”
Liene quickly stepped between the two of them as if Madam Flambard could no longer stand it and was about to pull the hair of the woman who ruined her clothes.
“Someone.”
It felt strange. She still couldn't believe that the wedding dress was in such a mess. It felt completely unrealistic, like a dream that she had while taking a short nap.
“Who came into the castle? How?”
“...”
“Why did you make this outfit like this? Do you know what kind of outfit it is?”
“...”
“Answer me. I am the one who can punish you.”
“...rum, ...please.”
Finally, the woman opened her mouth.
“...Black!”
A stifled sob burst from the woman's mouth. Her head was strangely swollen compared to her appearance. Madam Flambard screamed.
“Where are you crying? I’m the one who really wants to cry!”
Liene quickly stepped between the two of them as if Madam Flambard could no longer stand it and was about to pull the hair of the woman who ruined her clothes.
“Someone.”
It felt strange. She still couldn't believe that the wedding dress was in such a mess. It felt completely unrealistic, like a dream that she had while taking a short nap.
“Who came into the castle? How?”
“...”
“Why did you make this outfit like this? Do you know what kind of outfit it is?”
“...”
“Answer me. I am the one who can punish you.”
“...rum, ...please.”
Finally, the woman opened her mouth.
"...? What did you say?”
“Then I told you to cut my throat.”
The woman suddenly raised her head.
“Kill me. I have no more fear. My life of wanting to die but not being able to is over.”
“...?”
Madam Flambard stamped her foot behind Liene's back as if she was in awe.
“Where on earth did this guy come from... He must be crazy, Princess. Stop this and call the guards to drag him out.”
“You have to know why... Why is there nothing to be afraid of?”
The backbiting turned back to the woman. The woman kept her mouth shut and glared at Liene. Madame Flambard was almost stunned by the insolence, but Liene somehow seemed to know why...
The woman suddenly raised her head.
“Kill me. I have no more fear. My life of wanting to die but not being able to is over.”
“...?”
Madam Flambard stamped her foot behind Liene's back as if she was in awe.
“Where on earth did this guy come from... He must be crazy, Princess. Stop this and call the guards to drag him out.”
“You have to know why... Why is there nothing to be afraid of?”
The backbiting turned back to the woman. The woman kept her mouth shut and glared at Liene. Madame Flambard was almost stunned by the insolence, but Liene somehow seemed to know why...
They look alike. It’s really strange, but they look alike. The woman looked like Klima. They had similar large brown eyes that looked gentle and delicate but somehow seemed to be broken.
“That means you were afraid of something before. What were you afraid of?”
The woman didn't seem to have any intention of answering, so Liene, who had asked the question, answered.
“Klinefelter? Or is that why your son is ruined?”
“...? What... you said?”
“That means you were afraid of something before. What were you afraid of?”
The woman didn't seem to have any intention of answering, so Liene, who had asked the question, answered.
“Klinefelter? Or is that why your son is ruined?”
“...? What... you said?”
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