Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
What are the consequences of lying?
Pinocchioâs nose would get longer.
Veraâs face would turn red.
As for Marquis Charlesâ¦
Well, for a guy like Marquis Charles, lying is as normal as eating and drinking.
Colin does not consider himself as talented an actor as Maricus Charles, but generally, most people canât tell when heâs lying.
However, this doesnât mean that he wonât face consequences when he lies.
Case in point, the consequences are here now.
Only when he heard the female knightâs surname was âSudorâ did Colin finally realise.
No wonder she called him âKnight Cainâ.
In the past, Colin had used the alias Cain Sudor in order to infiltrate the Fire Fox Mercenary Group under a false identity!
Now, the real Sudor has come looking for the fake Sudor.
âI think there might be some slight misunderstandingâ¦â Colin took half a step back, feeling a bit guilty.
âWhat misunderstanding?â Cynthia advanced a step, aggressively questioning, âDear âlittle brotherâ, youâve changed a lot in just a few months! I almost couldnât recognize you.â
Alright, it turns out this woman is Cain Sudorâs sister.
In recent days, the Dark Cavalry had been heading north, incorporating numerous scattered soldiers who had fallen back from the front.
As for the Sudor Familyâs Ice Rock City, it had long been occupied by trolls, with their familyâs army already crushed.
Thus, it wasnât strange for Cynthia to show up here.
What Colin found strange, however, was how she knew he had once impersonated her brother.
Only a small number of people knew he had used a false identity; someone must have snitched!
For some reason, the first figure that sprang to mind was Sael.
This dutiful son had always been at odds with him and was very manipulative, thriving on stirring up trouble.
So Colin felt there was a big possibility that Sael had instigated Cynthia to seek trouble with him. âMiss Cynthia, please let me explainâ¦â
âFine, talk.â
âActually, itâs like this⦠hey, hey! Why are you drawing your sword?â Colin, frightened, retreated again. âDidnât you let me talk?â
âYeah, you can talk, but I wonât listen.â Cynthia held the sword in both hands and assumed a charging posture, âMother once said, never trust a man who deceived you before!â
âWhat a bunch of nonsense!â Colin suspected that this woman might have something wrong in her head, âDonât come over here! This is a military camp, private disputes arenât allowed!â
âFor the honor of the Sudor Family, I shall duel with you! Draw your sword!â Cynthia threw down a white glove and shouted loudly.
âI wonât accept!â Colin ignored the white glove completely.
He couldnât understand it. This woman didnât even bother to listen to his explanation before wanting to duel, did she harbor that much grudge against him?
âHehe, a coward! Iâll count to three, then Iâll attack!â
Cynthia clearly wouldnât care about such military rules as banning private disputes.
These kinds of things actually only served to restrain the lower-ranking soldiers. As for the nobles, they werenât much of a deterrent.
âOne!â
Cynthiaâs voice was as hard as iron.
Cold sweat trickled from Colinâs forehead, and his right hand unconsciously reached for the hilt of his sword.
He had already realised that this woman was probably beyond reason.
If reason couldnât be established, then he wasnât afraid to fight.
Having once faced the charge of nearly a thousand wolf cavalry, Colin had unflinchingly held the front line.
Now, facing just one woman, he certainly wasnât scared.
Moreover, thanks to Archbishop Ravenâs holy water, Colin had advanced to the rank of second Order Knight.
Given his age, the second Order was already a pretty high level.
The crazy woman on the other side looked about his age and probably couldnât exceed his rank.
âTwo!â
Cynthia counted again, her face cold.
Colin took a deep breath and drew the long sword from his waist.
Then, he saw the female knight on the opposite side instantly turn into a flash of gold lightning, charging towards him!
âDamn! Wasnât it decided to start when you count to three?â
âBoom!â
All Colin felt was a gargantuan force impacting him, as if he had been hit frontally by a tank, and he was sent flying.
Damn it!
This crazy woman was probably a third Order Knight!
âLord of Glory, illuminate the world!â
Cynthia was still mumbling prayers to herself.
With the golden Holy Light emanating from her, the scene became very intense.
But Colin had no time for sass, as another sword strike came his way.
âClang!â
Colin barely blocked the attack, but the huge impact made his hands numb, nearly dropping his sword.
âMy heart is pure, it cleanses evil!â
Cynthiaâs pupils had become pure gold, absent of any human emotion, appallingly divine.
âBam!â
Colin was kicked and sent flying away.
This time he flew farther, hitting and knocking over a nearby tent.
The soldiers from the tent fled in panic, only to see Cynthia, her body glowing with golden light.
So, they simply put away their swords and took refuge, opting to watch the fight instead.
Two knights were dueling; of course, lowly soldiers didnât dare interfere.
âPah!â
Colin spit out blood, feeling multiple ribs broken, with previous injuries reopening.
âWoman! Donât push it!â
The threat, of course, would not matter to Cynthia. She relentlessly and resolutely took up the sword and charged:
âFear nothing, invincible! â
Her arrogantly unreasonable attitude finally drove Colin over the edge.
âAHH! â
Colin released a cry, like a roar of a beast.
An indescribable anger and hatred from old memories welled up, temporarily taking over his mind.
Not belonging to Colin, not belonging to his predecessors, or even the world. Like it came from the ancient abyss, through the spans of time, suddenly descended.
The moonlight swirled, reflecting behind Colin.
There, somewhat indistinctly, a terrifying phantom seems to appear.
Its bloody tusks were visible and its massive black wings were spread out.
Cynthiaâs golden eyes showed a moment of surprise, thinking she saw an illusion, thus breaking her sprint.
Swiftly, she composed herself: âStay firm and pious, rush through theâ¦â
âRush through your NM!â
Colin roared wildly, releasing an unprecedented surge of terrifying power, thrusting his sword out!
Bang!
The armor on Cynthiaâs chest was breached, leaving a large hole. Fragments of it were scattered around.
Blood dyed her undershirt and a few top buttons were broken, revealing a bit of her beautiful figure.
But Cynthia seemed to feel none of it and wasnât intimidated by Colinâs unusual exertion of power.
She just calmly stabilized herself, and started praying again:
âStay firm and pious, rush through the thorns!â
Then, she charged once more.
As if nothing could stop this woman.
Colin, at this point, seemed short on energy.
That strike, though terrifyingly effective, allowed him to overcome a level difference and suppress Cynthia.
However, it also drained him of his physical strength.
Thus, as the crazed woman charged again, a murderous glint crossed Colinâs eyes.
He made a decision.
The long sword, shining with a golden glow, flashed towards Colinâs chest.
Colin, didnât dodge or evade.
âSwish!â
Cynthia watched as her sword pierced Colinâs chest, a fear filled her heart.
Because Colinâs sword, was at her throat..