Chapter 12 (2/2)
The platina, packed to the brim with Lana’s Aura, struck his belly; he spat out as his stomach shrank.
“Kuhk!”
Seeing his state, Lana cackled.
“D-Do you think—Do you think I would stay still even if you do this?!”
He yelled out, glancing upward at Kynemeia and Lana. Now there was no other way for him but to exercise the influence of his authority.
“This is a crime of assault! The crime of assaulting me! I won’t stay still for this!”
Right then, Sayre and a male horserider, along with some soldiers, approached them, causing the crowd to split up. Brian’s eyes lit up. The man on the horse was the governor of this locality, Count Brunn.
“S-Sir Count! Sir Count, it’s been a while. Is your daughter doing well?”
Count Brunn paid no heed to Brian at all before his mouth fell open upon seeing Kynemeia.
“La…!”
She bobbed her head wordlessly. Count Brunn then dismounted from his horse in a hurry.
“What’s going on here?!”
“S-Sir Count! I was assaulted by these wicked peo…!”
Count Brunn exclaimed in a resonant voice.
“Show your respect!”
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The count kicked Brian in the shin.
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He rolled on the ground, clutching onto his shin.
“What are you doing!? Wicked people, you said! This person is Kynemeia Lyonne, the Lady of the Grand Duke!”
“Wh—What?”
Brian said absentmindedly.
“Lady of the Grand Duke?”
“Did he just say Lady of the Grand Duke?”
The gathering threw those questions at each other with dumbstruck expressions. A furore broke out instantaneously.
“Lady of the Grand Duke, he said?”
“Where?” royals: literally beneath yer blasted noses, ya knuckleheads
“Who?”
The count stamped his foot, then raised his voice at the people who still couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation.
“Show your respect to the Lady of the Grand Duke!”
The commotion ceased, then the crowd began bowing their heads in unison; their greetings spilling forth like toppling dominoes.
“Wh… What…”
Brian stammered. Everyone was bending their backs, and the only ones holding their heads upright were Brian—who was sprawling on the floor—and Kynemeia. Standing with her back straight, she stared down at him haughtily.
‘Lady of the Grand Duke? This brat?’
Lady Kynemeia Lyonne. The person who could even make Count Brunn, who was miles above him, bend his back for her. He hurriedly lied face down, his pupils darting in all directions. ‘Why is the Lady of the Grand Duke here of all places! Why!’
As Kynemeia approached him, his eyes clouded with despair.
“Pervert. It’s time for your punishment.”
She raised the corners of her lips like a little demon.