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—The Calvinist aristocrats' complexions were dark.
Fuming with anger, one of the aristocrats smashed his fist down on the table, gathering the attention of those around him.
"Dozens of people that had ties with my family were killed, and this includes my son. Dozens!"
"You're telling me that only our side suffered losses!? Damn it! I didn't expect that brat Liam to have such a competent subordinate as his close aide."
"Klaus, right? I've never heard of him before, but it seems he's rather skilled. He sabotaged his allies in cold blood and thoroughly eliminated members of the rival faction."
The war with the United Kingdoms ended on a rather anticlimactic note.
Many people had predicted that the war would continue on for decades.
However, in less than a year, the war ended with the Empire's victory.
It was a close fight, and catastrophic damage was done to both sides.
Nevertheless, Cleo's fame skyrocketed as he had won the war in such a short period of time.
The Cleo Faction had not suffered much casualty.
Most of the casualties were from the Calvin Faction which dispatched men to get in the way of the Cleo Faction.
The people that they dispatched weren't too important to them.
Even if some of them died, it wouldn't have hurt the faction at all.
However, now that they experienced such a devastating setback, the story became a bit different.
The aristocrats that were sitting near Calvin had bitter expressions.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, using this war as an excuse, the Cleo Faction has been switching over to a new generation of weapons, and I've been told that they're nearly done. It appears that some of the Weapons Factories have ignored our orders."
"You're right. This goes to show that my reputation can only do so much."
Representing the Empire, he had promised the expeditionary force that they will be prioritized when it came to renewing their equipment.
That said, Calvin and his supporters went around informing the Weapons Factories that they should minimize their support for the expeditionary force.
Some of the Weapons Factories ignored this order because of their prior dealings with Liam.
While the rest of the Weapons Factories heeded Calvin's instruction, the Third, the Sixth, the Ninth, and the Seventh Weapons Factories which were close to Liam provided Liam with their full support.
The Calvinist aristocrats were annoyed by this and tried to make conjectures as to why these Weapons Factories betrayed them.
"They must have been repulsed by the Empire's act of siding with the Berkeley family."
"We might have given the First and the Second Weapons Factories too much preferential treatment."
"We never intended to give them preferential treatment though."
Back then, several Weapons Factories had expressed their indignation towards the Berkeley family.
This was because they were forced to hand over their technologies free of charge to the First and the Second Weapons Factories as the two factories were in a cooperative relationship with the Berkeley's.
Calvin let out a sigh.
"That's none of our business—or so I'd like to say. Did they arrive at the conclusion that it's more beneficial to be under Liam-kun's command?"
After all, the Calvin Faction had tried to employ the carrot and stick method without actually having the means to procure any carrots.
It couldn't be helped either.
They were already too busy providing preferential treatment to the other Weapons Factories.
Hence, when the Calvin Faction threatened them and ordered them to cut off their ties with Liam, some of the Weapons Factories turned hostile against them.
"The Cleo Faction has equipped itself with the most advanced weaponry. It'd be nice if we could have them as well, but—"
Calvin looked around and saw the gloomy expressions that the aristocrats were making.
It seems like that would be difficult.
"We could go ahead and enhance a portion of our fleet, but we've exhausted too much resource on this war. Even if we were to demand compensation from the United Kingdoms, the Prime Minister would definitely refuse to give us any of the share."
The Prime Minister would no doubt shave off some of the military spending because of how much the war costed the Empire.
In other words, they wouldn't be able to strengthen their faction using the Empire's budget.
The aristocrats began a discussion centered around Liam.
"That brat utilized the Empire's budget to strengthen his own faction."
"Yeah, but the show that he put on this time was quite eye-catching. He must have taken out a considerable sum of money from his own pocket."
"So that means he's out of resources as well?"
Calvin organized his thoughts.
(—We made a big blunder. Liam-kun knew exactly what he was doing from the beginning.)
The reason why Liam remained in the Capital was so that he could provide logistical support.
With Liam holding down the fort, the expeditionary force did not have to worry about the logistics and was able to fully concentrate on the battles.
Even though Liam would be stigmatized for being absent from the battlefield, the benefits of staying behind far outweighed the harms.
(Moving forward, they would have the high ground when it comes to military prowess.)
Most of the Calvinist officials that joined the war as a part of the expeditionary force had been eliminated.
Furthermore, it wouldn't be easy for them to replace their old weapons with the new ones.
Now that the war had ended, the Prime Minister would deem it a waste of money.
(They're in control of the flow. We can't have it remain this way.)
"—We can't allow Liam-kun to reap all the rewards."
The Calvinist aristocrats nodded.
"Let us target his reputation."
"I admit that he did an excellent job at providing logistical support. However, it's also true that he fled from the battlefield."
"Yes—we should have him experience a bit of bitterness."
With Liam, who could defeat a Sword Saint, standing guard, there was very little that they could do against his associates.
The Black Ops serving under Liam weren't a joke either.
Not only had Liam remained behind in the Capital, he had also successfully provided logistical support to the expeditionary force without having to rely on hostile factions such as themselves.
This proved to Calvin that Liam was a worthy enemy.
In fact, Liam had turned into an enemy that none of the aristocrats could ignore.
They initially thought he was just some arrogant upstart that had chanced upon some opportunities; however, before they noticed, he had grown into a tricky opponent.
(We were too late to realize. —Linus, was this how it went for you as well?)
Calvin put forth a suggestion.
"Let's immediately summon for the two Sword Saints. Things are about to escalate in the Capital."
If they couldn't crush him on the battlefield, they would have to crush him in the Capital.
Calvin and his subordinates were ready to risk it all.
(To be able to reverse the situation so easily, the Heaven seems to be helping him. However, I won't be going down without a fight.)
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The Arend Style Swordsmanship's headquarters was situated on a certain planet.
The school's reputation was so widespread that it had been gifted an entire planet to use as its own.
Many talented aristocrats and royalties were once listed as the school's disciples.
It was to the point where people often debated over which was better, the Arend Style Swordsmanship or the Kurdan Style Swordsmanship.
At the school's headquarters, the schoolmaster of the Arend Style Swordsmanship was about to leave for the Capital.
"Master."
"Umu."
The schoolmaster was one of the Empire's Sword Saints, and it was his son that spoke to him just as he was about to board the car which had been prepared by the school's disciples.
"His Highness the Crown Prince is such a worrywart. He's so scared of Liam that he wants father to act as his guard."
Their social status was higher than most average aristocrats, so he spoke in a somewhat condescending manner.
As prominent sword instructors, the Empire had bestowed them the title of nobility.
"I've never heard of this so-called School of One-Flash before. It's sad to see that so many people are afraid of it. I guess I'll take this as an opportunity to train the Crown Prince again."
They had grown a little arrogant over the years because of how cordially the aristocrats treated them.
Their attitudes, however, were backed by their strengths.
"He seems to be proud of defeating a Sword Saint, but the one he defeated was just a self-taught rogue. He's nothing compared to us who practice the Arend Style Swordsmanship."
The schoolmaster nodded in agreement with his son's words.
"That's right. The School of One-Flash must be another one of those schools that disappear just as quickly as they—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the schoolmaster abruptly jumped out of the car he was boarding.
The disciples around him tried to do the same, but the less skilled ones were sent flying with blood gushing out of their wounds.
The schoolmaster's son pulled out his sword.
"Who dares!?"
Someone had bisected the car before anyone could react.
A young woman appeared in front of them with a katana on each side of her waist.
She had a sandogasa on her head and was wearing a garment that resembled a kimono.
She was lightly dressed, and a single glance was enough to tell that the intruder was a woman.
"—How did you get in?"
The schoolmaster's son was nervous, and for good reasons too.
Reckless youngsters often visited the headquarters of the Arend Style Swordsmanship to issue challenges, so the security should've been extremely strict.
Several instructor-level Sword Masters lunged at the female intruder just as she was trying to take off her sandogasa.
Confident that the woman would die, the schoolmaster gave her a final word of warning.
"You should've been more alert in enemy territory. Since you had the gall to attack, you have no one but yourself to blame—!?"
The instructor-level Sword Masters that ambushed the intruder were blown away, each having lost a limb.
Not a single life was taken.
The woman in front of them didn't seem to have moved at all.
The schoolmaster's son stepped forward.
"Are you an assassin!? No. If that was true, then—"
—Then she would've taken their lives, no?
The schoolmaster was growing restless.
(Wha-what on earth was that!?)
He hadn't been able to follow the movement of the woman's sword.
Was it magic? Or perhaps a newly developed weapon!?
The woman tossed her sandogasa to the side, revealing her face to her shocked opponents.
Her long, orange hair was tied back, and it swayed with the wind before spreading out like the manes of a lion.
Her breasts were so large that their outlines could be seen despite the dress that she was wearing.
This was also what gave her gender away.
She was extremely young and had most likely just come of age, yet there was something hidden beneath her brutality that made her captivating.
(Who-who is she?—Which school does she belong to?)
The schoolmaster sweated profusely.
Then, he hurriedly drew his sword.
Watching him do so, the woman named herself.
"I'll tell ya my name beforehand so that ya remember who defeated ya later on. My name's [Shishigami Fuuka], a disciple of the School of One-Flash."
Upon hearing that, the schoolmaster followed his instincts and jumped backwards.
However, his son did the opposite and charged forward.
"Step down, you fool!"
"Against a swordswoman of this level, there's no need for father to personally—"
The schoolmaster's eyes shot open at what happened next.
(W-what did she do!?)
His most talented son had his arms sliced off.
A few moments later, blood started spurting out, and his son began screaming in pain.
"My arms! My arms!!!"
"Yer in the way. Remove yerself."
Thereafter, Fuuka kicked the schoolmaster's son away and walked up to the schoolmaster.
Her hands never touched the handles of her swords.
She spread out her arms and said, "I've been waiting to meeting ya, Sword Saint. I was originally going to take yer head with me as a souvenir before challenging my Senior Brother."
The schoolmaster of the Arend Style Swordsmanship came to a certain understanding after observing this fierce swordswoman barge into their headquarters and slash down many of their swordsmen.
(I'm no match for her.)
Although he had been elected as a Sword Saint for political reasons, he was still the head of the Empire's mainstream swordsmanship school.
He accurately gauged his opponent's strength and deduced that he could not win.
Nevertheless, he smiled.
"What a lucky person I am. Here, I can use any means available to defeat you."
"Ang?"
Fuuka stared suspiciously at the schoolmaster.
"Do it!" he shouted.
Not only did armed soldiers rush in, armored vehicles appeared in the sky as well.
Surrounded by soldiers with their weapons aimed towards her, Fuuka shrugged.
With his sword directed towards Fuuka, the schoolmaster roared triumphantly.
"Did you seriously think that I would fight you? No matter how powerful the School of One-Flash is, as long as you lose, its reputation throughout the universe will crumble, and the name of your school will disappear into oblivion."
Fuuka's eyes became devoid of any emotion.
She was fed up and disappointed by the Sword Saint's behaviors.
The schoolmaster continued to laugh without minding her.
"Victory is all that matters! We train our swords to beat our enemies! There's nothing wrong with devising a plan to obtain victory!"
Fuuka scratched her hair indifferently.
"Enough of the chit-chat. I just want the track record of defeating ya. Oh, and I'll have ya pay for insulting my Master. I'll beat ya senseless and have ya become nothing more than a promotional tool for the School of One-Flash."
After hearing this declaration, the schoolmaster issued an order at the people around him.
"Kill her! Kill her immediately!"
The moment he issued this order, the soldiers were slashed down and blown away along with their weapons.
Then, the schoolmaster stopped moving.
Fuuka, who had been more than 30 meters away from him, had appeared with her sword drawn, and she had embedded the tip of her katana into the schoolmaster's stomach.
"From now on, I'll slowly carve fear into yer body with techniques from the School of One-Flash. Oh, and hand over yer title of Sword Saint. It sounds kinda cool."
She had no idea how much effort the schoolmaster had to put in before he was acknowledged as a Sword Saint.
Being told to "hand" it over simply because it sounded cool was an insult to everything he worked hard for.
Ticked off, the schoolmaster opened his mouth to berate Fuuka.
However, before he could say anything, he croaked in pain.
"Argh!!"
"To be honest, I was planning on quickly crushing this place and moving on, but I can't let things slide that easily now that I've heard ya guys throwing insults at Master."
Subjected to Fuuka's glare, the schoolmaster trembled.
(A young girl like her could overpower me this easily? Where did the School of One-Flash originate from? Why has it only appeared now!? Why!?)
An ancient school that has remained hidden until now has begun to move.
The schoolmaster was under this misconception.
"S-SHOOOOT!!"
Heeding the schoolmaster's order, more weapons began to appear.
"KILL HER! DON'T MIND ME AND ATTACK! OTHERWISE, THE AREND STYLE SWORDSMANSHIP WILL—!!"
—Otherwise, the Arend Style Swordsmanship will cease to exist.
Surrounded by hundreds of weapons, Fuuka readied her katanas and grinned.
"—I'll devour ya'll."
On that day, the Arend Style Swordsmanship's headquarters was flipped upside down.
It was as if a storm had passed.
Fortunately, no one had been killed.
While the bystanders praised it as a miracle, the parties involved lamented their misfortune.
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-At a different planet-
A swordswoman was sitting on the head of a mobile knight that had been cut in half.
She was staring down at the Kurdan Style Swordsmanship's schoolmaster and his high-ranking disciples.
The schoolmaster had been stripped naked, and the words "Courtesy of the School of One-Flash" had been written on his back.
The swordswoman had engrained these words on the back of the schoolmaster using a laser gun.
"Yup, I've created a masterpiece. Handling a gun every now and then ain't so bad. It was quite refreshing."
The high-ranking disciples quaked in fear.
It was the natural reaction.
Bringing along her abnormally long katana, [Satuski Rinho], the swordswoman, had wrecked havoc on the planet where the headquarters of the Kurdan Style Swordsmanship was located.
She even ended up defeating their schoolmaster.
Since they were in their home ground, they brought out a mobile knight to defeat her, but the mobile knight got destroyed instead.
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—Huh? Something seems a bit…off?
While watching Liam being cornered, the Guide had been checking up on various things.
He cocked his head to one side.
There was no doubt that Liam was suffering—or rather, he was growing impatient.
He could also feel Liam's anger being transmitted to him.
Despite putting up a front and partying around, Liam was clearly occupied by something.
The expeditionary force had won, but the victory came with a steep price.
All things considered, the Cleo Faction should have dipped in power; however, it appeared as though the Cleo Faction was more united than ever before.
"Am I being delusional? No, wait!"
The Guide realized what the problem was.
"I see—I didn't provide Liam with enough support!"
Liam was certainly in a tight spot, but he was still someone that had forced the Guide to swallow a bitter pill on numerous occasions.
If Liam was such an easy opponent, the Guide wouldn't have had so much trouble dealing with him.
Thus, the Guide attributed this sense of unease to a lack of effort.
"More—I just have to bless Liam even more! B-but am I doing things correctly? Why does it feel like I've made a big mistake?"
The Guide was worried.
Suddenly, he was reminded of the two children that had been raised to kill Liam.
Years ago, he had provided Eulisia with his support, only to be betrayed by her later on.
He was anxious to see whether or not those two had lived up to his expectations.
He wanted an answer to this question immediately, but he wasn't as powerful as he was before.
Whenever he recovered a sizable portion of his strength, he spent it all on supporting Liam.
For some reason, Liam would suffer every time he did so.
If it meant he could bless Liam and make him miserable, the Guide was willing to put up with drinking muddy water in order to survive.
As he lacked the energy to gather information, the Guide had to pick up newspapers from the ground whenever he wished to search up information.
Fortunately, he found what he was looking for on one of the featured articles.
The post contained information about what he wanted to know.
"Kuuu! I've been using up too much of my power trying to support Liam. Gathering information used to be so much easier."
Sounding a bit regretful, the Guide began to read the article.
The electronic newspaper also featured the video that Rinho had taken.
"Senior Brother, are you watching~? I'm coming to get you~"
In the background, the schoolmaster and the high-ranking disciples of the Kurdan Style Swordsmanship were lying on a puddle of blood.
With a smile on her face, she declared that she would be taking Liam's life.
The Guide's heart was warmed by the madness in her voice.
"Ah~ what a pure concentration of madness. If it's her, slaying Liam would be—Hm? Wait. Where's the other one?"
Flipping to a different page, he found out that the other one had laid-waste to the headquarters of the Arend Style Swordsmanship.
"Yasushi, you did a fine job raising the two trump cards. I believed in you."
The Guide expressed his gratitude towards Yasushi, who was no longer in the Empire.
"Once everything is over, I'll make sure that you're unhappy. After all, none of this would've happened if you hadn't trained Liam to this extent."
The Guide threw away the electronic newspaper and left the scene with light steps.
A translucent dog stared at the newspaper that had fallen to the ground and picked it up before heading towards a certain direction.
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-At a party venue where the victory of the expeditionary force is scheduled to be celebrated-
I'm currently relaxing in the waiting room and having a conversation with Elliot of the Clave Company.
"So the theme of today's party has changed to the commemoration of the expeditionary force. Am I understanding this correctly?"
To commemorate the overwhelming victory of the expeditionary—wait, that's not right.
To commemorate my overwhelming victory, Elliot has brought with him a lot of gold and expensive wine.
This is blatant bribery, but I like it.
"We're just holding a small celebration amongst ourselves. According to Tia, the United Kingdoms turned out to be formidable foe, and great damage was done to the Empire."
I say so with a grin.
It seems like Elliot has understood the message I'm trying to convey.
"For driving back such a powerful enemy, the right to succeed the throne would likely be given to His Highness Cleo. On the other hand, the Crown Prince's standing would drop because he fled and shirked his responsibility before a crisis."
"When all is said and done, I have won.—So, how is Calvin reacting to this news?"
"Those around him are clamoring to take action, but the person in question seems to be remaining calm. Either that, or he's trying to appear calm in front of the others."
I'd rather have him come charging in recklessly.
Calvin's inaction is really troublesome.
That said, we've managed to significantly weaken the Calvin Faction while strengthening our own.
By lending money to the other lords, my influence has grown as well.
Being the evil lord that I am, I was thinking of charging them with high interest, but I gave up on that thought since we're all fellow evil lords that belong to the Cleo Faction.
Villains should cooperate with other villains in times of need.
We should only fight when we have the leeway to do so.
Until we drag Calvin down, I won't do anything against them.
As Elliot and I are having our discussion, Wallace enters the room looking haggard.
"This is bad, Liam!"
"What's wrong? Are you done preparing for the party?"
He's pale and appears hurried, so I listen to what he has to say.
"That's the thing! You suddenly changed this into a celebratory party for the expeditionary force, so we don't have the necessary supplies to prepare for it. We basically have to start again from scratch!"
"Say what!?"
I had changed the content of the party in the spur of the moment without thinking about what that would entail.
Wallace holds his head in despair.
"No, we can't celebrate a victory without that thing!"
To keep myself entertained, I put Wallace in charge of the parties.
This friend of mine has become much more reliable.
Seeing him in distress, I turn towards Elliot.
"Elliot, quickly prepare whatever's missing."
"Please leave it all to me. However, since we're in such a hurry, it might cost more than—"
"FOOL! It's my party that we're talking about! Money isn't an issue!"
Damn it! This has completely caught me off guard.
Anyway, to resolve this crisis, Wallace and Elliot would have to cooperate closely with each other.
Wallace has a tired look on.
"We'd have to replace most of what's already been prepared. What we have right now just won't do for a victory party."
I silently watch Wallace as he worries over what to do about the party.
Others might think that his talent is useless.
However, I beg to differ.
—He has grown to be a fine man.
From an evil lord's standpoint, it was the correct decision to pick him up.
The talent that Wallace has is indispensable for an evil lord—after all, it allows me to enjoy parties.
I want to give my past self a thumbs-up for picking up Wallace.
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While this was going on, the core members of the Calvin Faction had gathered in the inner palace.
They appeared to be agitated.
"Your Highness! Some of the aristocrats are planning to attack Count Banfield!
"—That's not good."
Calvin was truly in a bind this time.
"Which ones?"
"The relatives of those that perished in the war as members of the expeditionary force. Some of them had even lost their descendants. They aren't willing to let things go, and they want revenge, even if that means they have to withdraw from our faction."
The Calvin Faction was huge, and many of its aristocrats were incapable of looking far into the future.
As such, managing them was a difficult task.
This time around, many of them had lost their relatives.
Although some of them were indeed seeking revenge out of grief, most of these people simply wished to regain their family's honor.
Besides, quite a number of battleships had been lost through this war, and some of the aristocrats weren't ready to let things slide.
(It will be in our best interest to stop them, but they'll direct their dissatisfaction towards us if we force them to back down.)
They were angry at Liam at the moment, but if he tried to thwart their plans, Calvin would become their next target.
I thought our victory was guaranteed!
I thought everything would be fine!
How are you going to compensate us for the damages!?
—They had volunteered to participate on their own volition, yet they were now searching for a scapegoat to vent their anger on.
It didn't make any sense at all, but human emotions had always been fickle.
Many aristocrats were weak-willed and lacked self-control.
It was the result of growing up sheltered in a mansion.
Attending preschool and joining the military helped, but only to an extent.
The capable ones serving under Calvin had sour expressions.
"At such an important time…"
"Can't they tell what's good from bad?"
"If they cause trouble, it'll reflect badly on His Highness's reputation—"
Calvin sighed lightly.
"—Allow them to leave if they wish to do so."
"Are you certain, Your Highness? If they misbehave after leaving the faction, they'll indirectly lower Your Highness's reputation."
"Let's take this as a chance to get rid of some baggage. Our faction has grown too much. We have some cleaning-up to do before we can confront Liam in a fight."
The aristocrats nodded and excused themselves from the room.
After confirming that everyone has left, Calvin snapped his finger.
A will-o'-the-wisp appeared in the air.
Then, the fire swelled up, transformed into the shape of a human, and knelt down before Calvin.
This figure was dressed up like a ninja and adorned with accessories.
These accessories suggested that he was of a higher rank compared to the ones that Kukuri fought.
"—For what reason have I been called?"
"Some idiots are about to launch an attack on Liam-kun. Find a chance and try to shave off some of Liam-kun's Black Ops. Did you find any useful information about them?"
The ninja threw a shuriken at the wall, and the shuriken burst into flames, turning into a scroll which spread itself before them.
Information about Kukuri and his subordinates were recorded there.
"According our clan's ancient records, they're most likely members of the Shadow Clan which should have been destroyed 2,000 years ago."
"The Shadow Clan?"
"The Shadow Clan was one of the organizations that served the Emperor some 2,000 years ago. They were called the Shadow Clan because no one knew their true origins."
"Isn't 2,000 years ago the era when Blacks Ops were prevalent? Did the Banfield Family shield them until now?"
"No."
"No?"
The Chief Ninja threw another shuriken, and it projected the figure of a lone member of the Shadow Clan.
It was Kukuri.
"He was the most feared man at the time, and he answered only to the Emperor. Unfortunately, he was turned into a stone statue by his master, and rumors say that the statue was destroyed."
"—And yet you're implying that he managed to survive? Couldn't someone else have inherited his techniques afterwards?"
"That is unlikely."
"Why?"
"The other organizations joined hands to eradicate the Shadow Clan. My ancestors took part in it as well. 'Don't spare anyone'—those were the Emperor's words."
After turning Kukuri and his subordinate into stone statues, the Emperor of that era had ordered for the complete eradication of the clan.
It was unlikely for anyone to have survived.
Even if someone did survive, he or she would not have been able to inherit Kukuri's skills.
Nurturing a Black Ops such as the one that Kukuri led required a stupendous amount of financial resources.
"Your Highness—those men should know the ins and outs of the inner palace."
"How annoying. Things have changed a lot since 2,000 years ago, but if there's a hidden passage that only they know of, it would be a hassle to deal with."
The palace had undergone reconstruction numerous times, and old ruins were discovered ever once in a while.
With the passage of time, many secret locations had been forgotten.
"Based on what we know, it's safe to assume that their skills have not deteriorated after being revived. We're lucky that they're so few in number."
Each of them was extremely skilled, but there were only a few of them.
(Overall, we still have the upper hand, so there's no need for us to be too desperate. Having said that—)
Knowing that a legendary Black Ops had revived, Calvin felt uneasy.
"—Can you erase them?"
With Calvin's words, the Chief Ninja turned into flames and scattered.
"As you will."
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-Back at Liam's party venue-
Ruffians hired by the hostile aristocrats were hiding among the furnishings installed at the venue.
"Do aristocrats party every day?"
"Over the course of one night, they squander enough money for ordinary folks to live their entire lives comfortably."
"Let them enjoy it while it lasts. We'll be burying them here anyway."
These men had volunteered for the job to make a quick fortune out of it, and they were holding their breaths to remain hidden.
They had sneaked in with the furnishings that had been prepared for the party.
Under normal circumstances, this would've been impossible.
However, they had received the support of many aristocrats along the way.
Their preparation was perfect.
The one downside was that they couldn't tell what was going on outside.
They had installed cameras on the furnishings, but they couldn't see what was happening outside because the furnishings were covered by a piece of cloth.
The narrow space where the ruffians were hiding occasionally shook.
"They've been moving us around from a while ago."
"Have we been discovered?"
"If they did, we would've been instantly shot to death. There must have been a change of plans."
These ruffians weren't alone.
A lot of people had sneaked into the party venue.
Even if they failed in assassinating Liam, they would be able to cause some massive damage.
—Or at least that was what they thought.
A punishment worse than death awaited those that failed.
They planned on self-detonating in the event that they were caught.
By doing so, they would cause some degree of damage no matter what.
The shaking subsided, and the ruffians waited for the party to begin.
However, no one came over to remove the piece of cloth even after a long time.
"—Did they remove the furnishings from the venue?"
"Sh*t! Hey, we're heading out. The party venue must be close!"
"Contact the others!"
The ruffians jumped out from where they were hiding.
They had been moved to a warehouse.
The others that had sneaked in with them came out of their hiding spots looking stunned.
"H-huh?"
"What the heck is happening?"
"W-we should quickly raid the venue!"
The men left the warehouse, only to realize that they were quite a distance away from where the venue was.
They rushed towards the location of the party venue in a hurry.
Unfortunately, they were later discovered and slaughtered by Liam's knights that were standing guard.
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Wakagi-chan (゜∀゜): "My absence seems to be worrying a lot of the readers! Truly, I'm this postscript section's idol! Don't compare me to that bloody idol over there! The 5th Volume of 'The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs' is currently for sale! I play an active role there, so please check it out!"
Wakagi-chan (゜言゜): "I don't say a single line in Volume 5 though…"
Brian (´;ω;｀): "I must choose between a bloody idol and a muddy idol. It's painful."
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