“Sandra! Monica!”
“「!？」”
The knife that should have been coming from the front was suddenly approaching from behind in an instant.
“Tch!”
“How troublesome.”
Sandra clicked her tongue and Monica frowned, barely dodging the knife.
It seemed there was no follow-up attack, and the knife was stuck in the ground.
But this is…
“[Teleportation Magic]…?”
“Sorry, you’re wrong.”
Casper shook his head, but I couldn’t take his word for it.
In fact, what I had witnessed was the same kind of [Teleportation Magic] as McLaren’s.
“You two, get behind me!”
“「! Yes!」”
If it came to this, if we were separated, I wouldn’t be able to defend them if something happened to me.
With the two of them behind me, I held up my shield towards Casper.
“Hmm… that stance, does that mean that bastard is so incompetent that he can’t even see his own son’s ability?”
“Are you referring to His Majesty the King as that ‘bastard’?”
“Oh? Does it bother you that I’m disparaging your father?”
“Not at all. I just thought you understood him well.”
I don’t know what his intention was in dissing King Aival, but I can’t say for sure that he has nothing to do with that man.
Sarah’s last words, when she was stabbed in the brow with a knife.
‘Do you think you can get away with this! We have Aiv…!?’
She was definitely about to say King Aival.
If so, this man Casper may not have a good relationship with King Aival, but he may be working with him as a job.
In any case, this man cannot be underestimated.
“Well, whatever. I can’t be defeated by the likes of you. I promised Yuri that I would ‘destroy fate’.”
“…Don’t you dare use Young Master’s name, you son of a bastard.”
It seemed like I had touched a nerve, and just like when he targeted Sandra and Monica earlier, the knife that flew from the front disappeared and fell from directly above.
“Whoops.”
I easily deflected it with my shield.
If it’s aimed at me, I’ll defend against it, even if the origin is changed with [Teleportation Magic].
Because… I have something to protect, something precious.
“Come on! Is that all you’ve got! That won’t hit us!”
With a fearless smile, I declared haughtily.
To gather all of Casper’s hate on me.
At that moment.
“Be quiet. You’re just in the way.”
“Guu…!”
She probably thought she had caught us off guard.
Margo, who had gone around to the back and launched an attack, was easily suppressed by Sandra.
“However… Haa, I must tell Father and Brother to hurry up and review the Chevalier family’s personnel.”
Looking down at Margo, who was being trampled on, Sandra sighed.
With Monica’s real mother and all, too many enemy spies have infiltrated. I agree.
“P-please wait! If you spare me, I’m sure I can be of use! Who our master is, the truth about that man’s ability…”
Margo, crawling on the ground, desperately begged, but a knife flew out of her mouth, and she vomited a large amount of blood and died.
“Really, this mother and daughter are so talkative. As expected, that bastard’s subordinates are useless.”
“Oh? Aren’t these two your subordinates?”
“No. My master is only Young Master. The two of them are shadows of the Royal Palace.”
Ah, I see.
Yuri and King Aival are working together because they joined forces, but they don’t intend to get along.
Besides, he’s calling King Aival a bastard, so there seems to be some kind of conflict.
Perhaps this is because they are Norse People who were destroyed by the Dehauvalz Kingdom.
But it doesn’t matter to me.
“So, what are you going to do? With this much of a difference in strength. Even if you run away, I won’t think of you as a ‘disgrace to the Norse People’ or ‘the Norse People are cowards’.”
“!”
Oh, that worked wonders.
He’s been calling King Aival a bastard since earlier, so I thought he would get angry if I disparaged the Norse People.
“So, what are you going to do? Fight? Run away with your tail between your legs? It would be more fun if you ran away, because it would be a good story to tell Yuri.”
“I see… First, I shall cut up that annoying mouth of yours.”
Casper, who had been attacking mainly with throwing knives, took a knife in his hand and walked forward aimlessly.
As if walking down a path with nothing to obstruct him.
At that moment.
“Die.”
Casper appeared behind me and swung down his knife.
That’s why you’ve been so predictable.
“I think it’s you.”
“!? Go… Go, po…”
Monica, who had been waiting behind him, thrust a dagger knife into Casper’s throat.
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