Chapter 4 : “You Bitch, Who Taught You to Talk Like That!?”

“Why aren’t you dead yet?!”

The moment Crasis blurted out those words, she instantly regretted it.

Damn it, did I just spill the beans about poisoning Ron?

Luckily—The surrounding nobles weren’t aware of the full truth.

They simply took her outburst as a crude insult.

But even so—These nobles, who held etiquette in the highest regard, were stunned, eyes wide, all gasping in disbelief!

Too vicious!

Even if they all looked down on Ron for being a magicless loser.

He was still a noble, and nobles knew how to keep up appearances.

No matter how much they despised him internally, they’d normally resort to subtle mockery or backhanded compliments—never direct insults.

So to see Crasis outright curse her fiancé to die in public?

That was a first.

After a brief moment of stunned silence.

All eyes turned to Ron, the legitimate heir of House Castrellero, with sly smirks and thinly veiled amusement.

To be cursed to die by your own fiancée—on your birthday banquet no less?

How pathetic can you get?

And to make things worse, Ron, with his zero magic affinity, was nothing more than a glorified live-in son-in-law!

The future of House Castrellero was supposed to hinge on this arranged marriage, and now—”So? You guys think Ron’s gonna blow up?”

“Blow up?”

“Haha, don’t be ridiculous!”

“That loser? Please.”

“One’s a useless zero-magic waste, the other’s a rising star with unmatched talent!”

“Even if Crasis goes overboard, what can Ron do—fart in protest?”

“Exactly.”

“The guy’s always been like that—got bullied in school and barely said a word.”

“He’ll probably swallow it all down again today.”

“Still, this is brutal…”

“I mean, it’s his 18th birthday banquet. Couldn’t she give him even a shred of dignity?”

While Crasis’s furious words echoed in the air.

Ron’s expression darkened.

In the original Ron’s memories, Crasis hadn’t directly taken part in poisoning him.

But now.

It was clear: Jon was merely her puppet.

The one who truly wanted Ron dead.

Was none other than his beautiful yet venomous fiancée, Crasis.

He thought back to their childhood—how she used to cling to him like a little sister.

And now?

She stood before him, face full of loathing, spitting venom.

Ron slowly raised his hand.

And under everyone’s shocked gaze.

SMACK!

Ron slapped Crasis hard across the face!

The moment his hand landed, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

“…Eh?”

Crasis slowly raised her hand and clutched the side of her face, now flushed with heat and searing pain.

“Y-You… you hit me?!”

If not for the stinging pain radiating from her cheek, Crasis would’ve thought she was dreaming.

How could a zero-magic loser dare to lay a hand on her?!

The guests were just as stunned.

Had they not seen it with their own eyes.

They would never believe that the one who slapped Crasis… was Ron!

As Crasis stood frozen in disbelief, her voice shaking.

Ron responded with a mocking smile that didn’t reach his eyes:

“So what if I hit you?”

“You uncultured brat.”

“Is this how your parents taught you to treat your fiancé?!”

As he spoke, Ron casually pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the hand he had just used to strike her— as if he’d touched something filthy.

The insult in his words, paired with his disgusted gesture, lit a fire under the already-shocked Crasis!

“Y-You…!”

“You’re dead!!”

Like a rabid bull, Crasis’s eyes turned bloodshot, and her fair skin darkened visibly as rage overtook her reason.

The surrounding guests looked at Ron like he was insane.

Has he lost it?

How could a powerless nobody dare strike Crasis?!

She was a prodigy with over 80% magic affinity!

The difference between a mage and a regular person wasn’t just big—it was colossal, even greater than that between nobles and commoners!

A mage of Crasis’s caliber wouldn’t even need to lift a finger to kill someone like Ron.

And sure enough.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as dark purple particles began to form before Crasis!

They gathered and bloomed into a radiant violet-red magic circle before her.

“W-Wait! That’s a chantless cast?!”

“She’s using an A-Rank spell?!”

“No way—she’s way too young for that!”

“How could someone her age possibly wield an A-Rank spell?!”

But the crushing pressure of the magic leaking from that spell circle silenced all doubts.

Facing the terrifying arcane power before him.

Ron stood his ground without a hint of fear.

In fact, he wore an amused, mocking smirk.

Seeing that expression.

Crasis let out a cold laugh.

“Still smirking, huh?”

“Hehehe…”

“Even master-level mages would struggle to survive this.”

“And you? A magicless piece of trash?”

“You’ll be dust by the time it’s done.”

“But oh well~”

“No point telling you this now.”

“Go to hell—and reflect on your sins!”

The moment her voice dropped.

The magic circle flared with blinding light!

It was now clear to everyone: Crasis wasn’t bluffing—she really intended to kill Ron.

Panic broke out among the guests as horrified screams rang through the hall.

Even Crasis’s uncle, Jon, roared as he charged forward.

“Crasis, are you insane?!”

“Stop! STOP RIGHT NOW!!”

Just as Jon was about to reach her.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Five afterimages flashed across the room.

In the blink of an eye, Crasis was pinned to the ground by five individuals clad in black armor!

And that wasn’t all—A pair of round-toed Mary Jane shoes stomped down hard on Crasis’s hands!

Looking up along those white silk-stockinged legs.

The one pinning her down was none other than the maid who had helped Ron dress that morning!

Staring in disbelief, Crasis realized.

The magic flowing through her body felt like it had been clamped in iron shackles—she couldn’t move a single thread of mana!

Even her brilliant violet-red magic circle had shattered in an instant!

Seeing Crasis—dressed in all her finery—now pinned like a pig for slaughter on the floor.

Jon buried his face in his hands in despair.

Too humiliating.

They were utterly disgraced!

He didn’t even dare stand near Crasis now.

Shame flooding his face, he backed away to a corner of the room.

Crasis might lack noble dignity.

But he still had some!

The other guests, now realizing the situation had been brought under control, finally processed what had happened.

No matter how far House Castrellero had declined, they were still an ancient noble family.

A centipede dies but never falls completely.

And on their home turf, Crasis had actually dared to try and murder the heir of their house?!

Once they understood this.

Everyone began looking at the struggling Crasis like she was a total idiot.

“Let me go!”

“Let me go!!”

“You filthy wenches—how dare you lay hands on me, your lady?!”

As Crasis thrashed and screamed—

The maid pinning her hands down looked at her with a chilling expression.

“You dared raise a hand against our master…”

“Unforgivable.”

As she spoke, a dark blue glow gathered in the palm of her hand.

Feeling the immense pressure of that magic—no weaker than her own.

Crasis was stunned.