POV : Sullivan Noms
Shit!! Why havent they reported back yet!!
I was sitting on a chair in my room in house Noms, nervously tapping the armrests.
I tried my hardest to contain my irritation these past few days.
Two weeks ago, I t a man called Zaill in a tavern in town. He introduced to the band of assassins Fangs of Steel, to whom I requested the murder of Dyngir Maxwell.
The man from the Fangs of Steel accepted the request, saying they wouldfulfillthe request in the span of a few days, but I had yet to receive the report that the request had beencompleted.
Shit!! How can they be so slow, after making pay all that money!?
I slamd my fists on the table as I spat out those words.
I had to go through all sorts of trouble to gather the money requested by the assassins.
I couldnt speak about the request to house Noms, of course, so I had to prepare it all by myself.
I begged my friends in the capital via letter and managed to obtain a bit of money from them.
Several of them accepted my request, but the attached letter also said This is the last ti, dont contact ever again, effectively severing their ties with . When I saw those letters, I felt so insulted I tore the letter to shreds.
(You better rember this!! When Dyngir Maxwell is killed and I beco the next margrave, Im going to start a revolt and burn down the capital!! All your heads are going to roll!!)
At first, I planned to take back my title of the crown prince, but, because of the unbelievable way my friends changed, I started thinking of such plots.
House Maxwell was one of the Four Houses: its military strength was one of the greatest in the kingdom. Once it was in my hands, it wouldnt be a dream to punish the royal family that abandoned and the central nobles who betrayed .
(You will regret disinheriting all of those who oppose will die!! Im going to take back the throne by force!!)
Father, who abandoned , and my younger brother, who stole my title of crown prince, were going to burn at the stake. Ill cut off Duke Rosais head and put it up for all to see. Ill take his daughter Marianne and enjoy her all her life as my sex slave.
As the fantasies ca alive in my head, my lips naturally curved into a smile.
I was going to exact revenge on the people who drove to ruin and bring destructiontothem instead. How could I not laugh?
Knock, knock, knock.
Lord Sullivan, may I?
Soone knocked on the door and interrupted my thoughts.
What is it? Im rather busy now.
Just when I was relishing my bright future prospects. My tone barely hid the irritation I felt.
A guest ca to see you, my lord. May I let them through?
Ooh!! Yes, of course, let them in!
.understood. Right away, my lord.
I cheered loudly in my mind.
Ever since I started living in house Noms, I had not received even one guest.
Which ant this guest surely brought the report I longed to hear.
(They carried out the assassination! Finally!!)
I lightlyleapedout of my chair and briskly made preparations to welco the guest.
I was almost dancing with joy, so I failed to notice that the butler who ca to announce the guests arrival spoke with a terribly tense tone of voice.
After a little while, soone knocked again.
Oh! Do co in!
With your permission.
Ive been waiting..?
The guest who entered my room was a very unexpected one.
Allow to introduce myself, Sir Sullivan Noms. My na is Lowen, I am the captain of thefirst security division of house Maxwell.
The guest was a man clad in full armor. On his chest he bore Margrave Maxwells crest, the blue dragon emblem.
There were two other soldiers behind Lowen, who were ard in the sa way as him.
M-Maxwells security divisioncaptain? W-what business brings you
My voice turned shrill and high-pitched.
Acting so restless was like exposing my guilty conscience, but I couldnt hold back my turmoil.
You do not know what brings here, sir?
Lowen asked an inquiring question. I clearly felt all color leave my face.
I-II have no idea.
Is that so. Then,pleaselook at this.
W-what is tha.!?
Lowen took out a piece of rolled parchnt and spread it for to see. It was a contract I rembered all too well.
This docunt was found in the hideout of a gang of assassins we have apprehended recently. Its contents, as you can see, detail a request to assassinate our lord, Dyngir Maxwell. On the bottom of the docunt you can see your own signature and seal.
W-w-w-w-w-w.what is this!?
(Impossible!! Were they caught!? Werent they legendary assassins!?)
I barely managed to keep myself from shouting my thoughts.
I tried desperately to restrain my shock, but I couldnt keep my body from shaking.
I, II have no idea about any of this. Soone must have impersonated to
I see, in that case, please allow us to conduct a proper examination.Unlikesignatures, seals cannot be duplicated, after all. Please show us your fingers, it will only take a short ti to verify.
Uuh, aah, uuh.
I curled my fingers into my hand and collapsed on the spot.
There was no need for any examination: I had pressed my seal on the contract myself.
It appears we reached our conclusion. Follow us quietly, and you may have a chance to explain yourself in court.
Do youan to judge in courtlike a criminal? I, the crown prince of
It appears there is a misunderstanding here: you are the crown prince no more. You are now simply reaping what you sowed. If you resist, we will have to take asures accordingly.
Lowen then caressed the hilt of the sword at his waist.
I fell silent for a short ti, then opened my mouth again.
UnderstoodI will prepare my belongings, please wait just a mont.
I was still looking down when Lowen stopped .
Entrust your sword to first, please.
Ghuh
(What insolence!!)
I restrained the urge to shout back and handed Lowen my sword.
(Damn you all! Is everyone in this blasted kingdom eager to get in my way!? Is there no god in this world!?)
Why did I have to endure such trials? All I ever did was lead a life worthy of a crown prince!
Whatever did I do to deserve all this?
(Enough!! Gaining the help of lowly criminals was a mistake, evidently! Im going to kill Maxwell with my own two hands!!)
At this point, it was clear that I had to createapath myself.
I could never allow myself to be judged as a criminal in a treacherous trial plotted by house Maxwell.
(Justice is on my side!! Maxwell, you will pay!)
I pretended to prepare my belongings and took out sothing from a drawer.
When I was disinherited and thrown out of the royal house, most of my belongings as crown prince were confiscated.
There was one thing, however, I could secretly bring with .
Hehehehehehe
What I took out of the drawer was an old, dull silver bracelet. As an accessory, it was tooshabbyfor royalty like to wear, but what I needed now was not its value as a decoration.
The royal houses magic tool, Herakles.
One of the national treasures of the kingdom of Lamperouge was now equipped on my left arm.
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