The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns

Chapter 59

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Chapter 59

People usually say that a lot of swearing happens in moments like these.

From first impressions to the choice of conversation, there was a peculiar air about her—different from Luna in a way.

"Isna, what in the world is that appearance?"

"A perfect disguise?"

From inside the giant doll costume, a girl's voice rang out brightly.

A perfect disguise?

That ridiculous appearance?

Why was she hiding under the tablecloth, and what was that bizarre doll costume?

More importantly, why had I not sensed her presence despite her being so close?

Even if I hadn’t been deliberately searching my surroundings, even a Sword Master wouldn’t have been able to completely escape my detection.

To achieve this, she must have possessed some kind of extraordinary ability.

In my memory, only a few special cases could evade a detection of this level.

Ah, it must be that doll-like outfit she’s wearing that is helping her.

"Take off that ridiculous thing and speak properly."

"Uh... Asking me to undress in front of all these people is a bit..."

CRACK!!

The wine glass in Duke Catsey’s hand shattered completely.

Holding her forehead as if she had a headache, the head of the Catsey family muttered under her breath, while Isna popped off the headpiece of the doll costume.

Simultaneously, her long, fiery-red hair spilled out, flowing wildly.

The first thing revealed was the face of a girl who appeared to be around my age.

Her red hair was tied into twin tails, and her crimson eyes sparkled with both confidence and mischief.

"No way... Isna Mielephon, the duke’s daughter?"

"What on earth is with that ridiculous outfit...?"

As the noble guests murmured in growing confusion at her bizarre entrance, Duke Catsey's headache seemed to intensify as she grimaced further.

"Heheh, I heard about it. I know for a fact that it's true."

In this world, the weight of testimony depends greatly on who is giving it.

For instance, the words of a minor noble's son from a small kingdom’s outskirts and those of a duke's daughter from the 13 Great Houses hold completely different levels of impact.

With her adding to the claim, the murmurs around us grew louder.

"Is what you said true?"

"Why would I lie? Oh, would this help convince you?"

She reached inside her doll costume and, with some difficulty, pulled something out.

It was a voice-recording artifact.

"Why do you even have that...? No, never mind."

Duke Catsey scowled, rubbing her temples.

It seemed like she was used to dealing with her antics.

"Honestly, I didn’t expect things to turn out this way here."

But at least one thing was clear.

She was nothing like the typical image of a noble duke’s daughter.

I wasn’t particularly experienced in these matters, but I could tell that dealing with her would be exhausting.

She was the type to bring trouble wherever she went.

Without hesitation, she activated the artifact.

A loud voice erupted from it, filling the banquet hall.

The conversation inside was unmistakable—it included Siger Reden and his group.

Now, it was clear why she had disguised herself in such an odd manner at the banquet.

She had planned to bring Siger Reden down from the start, and I had inadvertently stepped into the situation.

The murmurs among the nobles turned into full-blown whispers of scandal.

Siger Reden’s face went deathly pale.

Even Count Reden—his father—had an expression twisted with rage.

It took mere seconds for the tide of public opinion to completely turn against them.

A family head, whose younger sister had been insulted, was not likely to sit idly by.

"Count Reden."

A voice, cold as ice, blanketed the entire hall.

"Siger Reden, that guy is pure evil... mmph!"

At that moment, a voice rang out—it was Isna Mielephon, the duchy’s young lady, speaking her mind about the situation.

Of course, before she could say more, her maid, Misha, quickly covered her mouth and dragged her away.

"Misha."

"Yes, my lord."

"Take Isna away. Make sure she doesn’t leave the annex."

Wait, why the annex?

Then, the duke turned to me.

"Leon."

"Yes, Your Grace."

"It seems my message was not properly conveyed."

"My apologies, but my stance remains unchanged."

"Do you believe this course of action is necessary, even at the cost of your original goals?"

"It was never something I placed much value on to begin with. If you want an answer, then yes, I do."

A fake engagement?

Acting as a pawn in political maneuvers?

Fine.

All of that is acceptable.

But it is not acceptable to simply stand by and watch my sister be insulted.

If the kingdom were to turn against Melisa, I would turn against the kingdom.

If the empire opposed her, I would oppose the empire.

Cascadia is the only thing I have left.

As I locked eyes with the duchess without averting my gaze, she let out a small smirk.

"Then I take it you are also willing to bear the consequences of your actions?"

"If that is what you wish."

So she would not interfere in my dealings with the Reden family?

It would undoubtedly cause a stir, but ultimately, it wouldn’t be a significant problem.

The Reden family, despite its influence, was not powerful enough to threaten an entire kingdom.

And the royal family of Bata owed me a favor.

"I trust you understand what this means. There will be no more pretenses from now on."

She then turned her gaze toward Count Reden.

No more pretenses?

Were we talking about different things this entire time?

Just as I was about to ask for clarification, a private transmission from her reached my mind.

-That was a foolish decision. It was mere words, nothing more. Is it truly wise to risk everything over a fleeting insult? No matter what you originally intended.

-Perhaps, from a rational standpoint.

Especially for nobles.

-However, I find your choice rather appealing. If one is to be betrothed to House Mielephon, they should at least have the courage to stand their ground. To immediately crush anyone who insults their family.

Excuse me?

What nonsense is this?

I stared at her, completely forgetting to reply via transmission.

She simply gave me a cold, thin smile.

-Given how publicly this has unfolded, surely you didn’t think this engagement would remain a mere formality?

-But I wasn’t the one who made it public in the first place.

-I did.

What?

This level of brazenness—was this what it took to be the head of a great house?

-Your Grace, in situations like this, wouldn’t it be normal for you to distance yourself from me?

-Far from it. Thanks to your actions, my decision has been made.

A cold sweat trickled down my back.

To my knowledge, the current head of House Mielephon had several children.

Yet, I had never heard anything substantial about any of them.

And now, I had met one in person.

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