Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 454 - 454 213 Kill One Person_2

454: Chapter 213: Kill One Person_2 454: Chapter 213: Kill One Person_2 Although he was never fond of his youngest son, who often stubbornly contradicted him, he was still satisfied with his past performance of loyalty and bravery.

A family member with a stubborn head is quite suitable for consolidating his own authority and the future reign of his elder brother.

But now, such treasonous words and deeds are something that Baron Shatai cannot tolerate; his authority being publicly challenged is unacceptable, even if it’s by his own son!

Yevan did not feel ashamed by his father’s interrogation; comparing his former Lord, Lord Sevin’s behavior, he grew even more disdainful of his biological father upon the Lord’s Throne.

“…Rebellious?

No, it is I who disown you…

Father, you are not worthy to be the lord of my loyalty.”

Hearing these words, Baron Shatai was angered to the point of laughter and sternly said to his defiant son: “Good…

you despicable thing, you have betrayed your lord.

I now strip you of your title and lands!

You will be demoted to a criminal!”

“You may take the lands if you wish.” Yevan, who had made his peace, was unmoved and retorted to his estranged father: “But my title was conferred by Lord Sevin himself; I have not broken my great oath, even you, as my father, have no right to strip it away!”

Taking a deep breath, the young knight looked towards the group of the Lord’s Guards and raised his long sword.

“I swear upon my honor, I will fulfill the promise to those behind me with my life.

If you seek to harm them, you will have to step over my dead body today.”

Ron, holding his wound, looked at the young knight standing in front of him and opened his lips.

His chest filled with a thousand words he could not begin to express; even the knight he once served…

had never treated him like this….

The Lord’s Guards, holding their weapons, looked at each other awkwardly, the expressions beneath their facemasks very troubled, wavering indecisively.

With a longstanding understanding of their own Lord’s character to compare, they developed a subtle respect for the Baron’s second son before them.

But that was all it was, the Guards would not defy their Lord for respect, risking their own wealth, it was merely a lament…

indeed, the “sword” of integrity is easily broken; for the Kantadar people, it is better to rely on the “knife.”

Baron Shatai’s face quivered with anger.

He loudly urged the hesitant Guards: “What are you dawdling for?

Seize this blockhead; I absolve you of any guilt, dead or alive, kill those eyesores of commoners!

To allow them into my mansion truly brings bad luck.”

The Guards sighed, raised their weapons, and attempted to firstly subdue Knight Yevan who was in their way.

Although the Lord said regardless of life or death, they did not dare to deal a mortal blow to the son of the Baron…

…Bang!

A resounding noise.

The front door, which should have been strictly guarded by the outside Soldiers, was suddenly kicked open.

That sound, like a pause button, made all eyes in the hall involuntarily turn to look, and the noisy commotion suddenly fell silent.

Baron Shatai looked on in surprise, seeing two unfamiliar figures step into the hall.

He wondered how the outside guards dared allow strangers to burst in without his command.

Leon, who had pushed open the door, scanned the hall.

The throngs of Shatai Soldiers…

corpses of the refugee warriors…

the unfamiliar Heavy Armored Knights…

Knight Yevan surrounded by the columns, with Ron, Little Brandon…

Only lastly did he look towards the Lord’s Throne, where the corpulent noble dressed in Kantadar finery sat, and without asking, just by smelling the tense and bloody atmosphere in the hall, Leon understood it all.

Staring at the young knight in plate armor and the delicate girl, Baron Shatai frowned, raised his chin, and barked, “Who goes there?

Why dare you trespass into my fortress!”

Leon did not respond, slowly stepping forward to look at the several figures lying in pools of blood.

He remembered these people had fought on the city walls, who had worshipped and thanked him after the battle.

Yet they did not fall to the claws of the dead…

but to the blades of the living.

Seeing the two knights return, Ron’s heart raced, clutching at straws for salvation: “…My lord, help us!

At the very least, save Brandon!”

Yevan stepped back a few paces, looking on with wide-open eyes, feeling reassured.

The rage and indignation on his face somewhat subsided.

The voice of the refugee leader pleading for help irritated Baron Shatai further and baffled him.

Enraged and bewildered by the intrusion into the hall, he was also bothered by the black-haired young man who disregarded his interrogation, rising anger stirred within him.

Concerned that perhaps the visitor was an Envoy from another Lord, the Fat Baron raised his voice: “I’ll ask one more time, who are you?

State your business!”

Fat body leaning forward, he thought of the internal matters he was processing, then switched his tone: “…Regardless of who you are, in the name of Lord Shatai, I demand you leave my hall immediately.”

With that, Baron Shatai finally saw the other party’s gaze turn back, seemingly reacting to his words.

Leon did not follow the command; he had already decided to end this tragedy.

Raising his hand, he drew his long sword from its sheath and walked straight towards the Lord’s Throne.

Such an apparent hostile act startled Baron Shatai, who then shouted angrily: “Insolence!

Guards!

Kill them!”

Hearing the Lord’s command, the Shatai Soldiers in the hall, formerly obedient, did not dare take a single step forward.

To obstruct the two Gods’ Envoys who had saved Shatai City?

Recalling the lightning that struck from the heavens…

especially the terrible ferocity of that little Valkyrie, the warriors lifted their spear tips and dropped their swords, retreating hastily to avoid being in the way, as the sound of their scattering footsteps filled the room.

“Damn you, you…

what are you doing?!

Are you betraying me?!”

Baron Shatai realized something was amiss and became frantic.

Seeing those guards scurrying to get out of the way, no longer obeying orders, and the black-haired Knight with the sword drawing ever closer, his countenance drastically changed and he stood up, crying out for his loyal Guards.