“Huh… Damn it, you bitch, you found yourself a lover to deal with me, huh?”
At that moment, the gang member who had just been wounded by Franlot’s Sword Qi and then restrained by the arriving City Guards glared viciously at Mierpasi and Franlot, who was holding her protectively.
“Tch… Watch your mouth. Want another cut?”
Although it was a B-rank Sword Qi skill, Franlot was using it for the first time, and with a kitchen knife at that… It had only caused some superficial wounds.
But… despite the anger on the gangster’s face, there was not a trace of panic in his eyes.
“Heh, fine! I’ve been set up this time… But do you think the prison in this city can hold us?” With that, the man still bleeding from his chest flashed a sinister smile.
“Heh… Just wait. As long as you’re still in Gilliris, you’ll never have a good day!”
Hearing his words, especially noticing that the City Guards arresting them didn’t bother to refute him…
Mierpasi’s face turned pale in the next second.
But she refused to back down, clenching her fists and glaring at the man with her cat-like eyes.
“I won’t give in… You bastards! One day I’ll throw you all into the dungeon!”
The City Guards who had come to make the arrest remained silent at the catgirl’s words, quietly doing their jobs.
“Heh… We’ll see about that.”
“Alright! Take him away!”
The City Guard team leader frowned slightly at the arrogant man before him.
They knew this guy—a member of a notorious nearby gang named “Shashu.”
He was famous not because he was powerful, but because he was the cousin of the mistress of the Gravel Gang’s chieftain.
He had previously smuggled a batch of highly addictive hallucinogenic herbs, and Mierpasi had confiscated the entire shipment, leading to a grudge.
The other guards had warned her that the Gravel Gang had greased some palms above, and she shouldn’t have seized that stuff…
But this half-breed girl was stubborn and stuck to her principle of offending people to the bitter end, so she’d confiscated the goods anyway.
Now she deserved the trouble she was getting.
And… as arrogant as the man was, he wasn’t wrong.
This cousin, along with the thugs who had attacked Mierpasi… would probably only spend a few hours in the city guard station.
Then they’d be released on grounds like “causing trouble while drunk.”
At best, they’d pay some compensation to this half-breed girl, and then the retaliation would come… perhaps even fiercer.
“Sigh… Mil, I advise you…”
Watching his subordinates escort the thugs away, the middle-aged City Guard team leader turned back…
“Take the compensation and leave here.”
Although the Gravel Gang was an underworld force, the very nature of Gilliris meant that “black” and “white” had to coexist here.
Neither side could be missing.
So their retaliation was definitely not something a half-breed low-level City Guard could withstand.
“Why?! I… didn’t do anything wrong…” The girl gritted her teeth, her cat ears unconsciously drooping.
“Hoo… The world is sometimes like this. There’s no absolute right or wrong. Good deeds aren’t always right.”
The middle-aged team leader shook his head slightly, said no more, turned, and left.
“Good deeds aren’t always right… What kind of twisted logic is that…” The catgirl pouted as she watched her colleague’s retreating figure…
She felt a bit stifled.
Feeling his hand on her shoulder, Mierpasi turned to look at Franlot.
“How long are you planning to hold me?”
“Ah? Ah… Ahem.” Franlot awkwardly let go.
Seeing the lonely look on the girl’s face, he wanted to say something…
“Clean up. We’ll miss dinner if we don’t hurry.” The catgirl said and walked toward the public well in the district to fetch water and wash away the bloodstains on the ground.
Franlot said nothing, silently following behind her.
Pat.
“Hmm… Sure enough, the moment we separated, he got picked up by a girl? Truly the Fated One…”
Tossing the letter casually onto the table, Ileya crossed her feet, clad in white stockings, and rested them on the table, gently swaying.
Though she spoke like this, there was no real concern on her face.
“If the Young Lady dislikes him, I could just go and get rid of them both…”
Amisa frowned, standing beside the Young Lady and making the suggestion again.
“Tch~ How many times have I told you? We’re good citizens of the Kingdom. Don’t go around fighting and killing all the time.”
The Young Lady pouted, took the black tea handed to her by the Head Maid, and took a sip.
“Then… what should we do?” Amisa was a bit bewildered.
The Young Lady obviously hated this Franlot quite a bit, yet she didn’t want him gone.
Ah…
If she wanted to torment him, why not just lock him up somewhere?
If he were allowed back into the Kingdom, his identity would be troublesome to handle.
“You do this…” Ileya whispered a few words into Amisa’s ear, making the Head Maid’s eyes widen slightly.
Hmm… She might have underestimated just how much the Young Lady hated this Lord Franlot…
“Understood.” Amisa nodded.
Knock knock knock…
Just then, the study door was suddenly knocked on.
“Come in~” At the Young Lady’s permission, the Holy Sword Bearer outside slowly opened the door and entered.
Holly had none of her usual carefree air; one look and it was obvious she had something on her mind.
“What’s wrong with you?” Amisa was quite concerned about this genius disciple of hers.
“Master… Young Lady…” Holly had just stepped into the room when she bit her lip, looking as if she didn’t know how to start.
‘This girl…’ Ileya had already guessed what the girl wanted to say, but on the surface, she still wore a puzzled expression.
“There’s something I want to… ask you.”
She pursed her lips, as if she needed to muster a lot of courage to say what came next.
“If… let’s say, there was someone who might be your enemy… appearing before you in a different form, what would you do?”
“Huh?” Amisa was completely confused, having no idea what her disciple was talking about.
But Ileya raised an eyebrow slightly.
Sure enough, it was just as she had guessed. This girl was one of the people she had killed in her past life.
Thinking this, Ileya felt an inexplicable discomfort in her heart.
But the next second, she became aware of this emotion…
‘Hoo… I really am getting weaker and weaker.’
Still, she was treating Franlot as her own reincarnation?
Of course—she would have suspected the same.
After all, “Transmigrators” weren’t exactly common.
“You say that, but we don’t understand at all… Can you explain in more detail?”
Thinking this in her heart, Ileya’s face showed the same puzzled expression as Amisa.
“I…” Holly opened her mouth, hesitating.
She didn’t know if she should reveal the secret that she was a “Transmigrator” to the Young Lady and Master.
“What’s…”
‘Hoo…’ Just as she was thinking this, Ileya had already slowly stood up from her seat, walked over to the girl, stretched out a pale, cold hand, and gently pinched her cheek.
“Don’t you trust me?”
“No, no! I… I trust the Young Lady completely. The Young Lady and Master are… besides my family, the people I trust most…”
Holly bit her lip, looking at the beautiful girl before her—white dress, white hair, red eyes, delicate as a doll—and couldn’t help blushing a little.
‘Why does the Young Lady seem… even prettier than the first time I saw her…’
“But what I want to say… is a bit shocking.”
Seeing her like this, Ileya sighed slowly, looking helpless.
“Amisa, guard the door. Don’t let anyone else near.”
“Yes, Young Lady.” The Head Maid nodded, accepted the order, and vanished like a shadow without a trace.
“Alright~ Whether what you’re about to say is shocking or heretical, only you and I will hear it…”
She tilted her head slowly, a hint of amusement in her red eyes.
“Now… can you tell me?”