Act Gracefully As A Villainous Lady

89 Rescue squad, formed

“Is that without Master Merriah Rose?

In the corner of the venue of the swordsmanship tournament, Julia beside him squeaks so strangely.

As she agreed with her words, Willem looked to the VIP seat.

The game went one after the other, and the two swordsmen still cross their swords violently in the arena, trying to decide between wins and losses.

But next to Prince Ulysses – where the victorious maiden watching the game was supposed to sit, for some reason, there was no sign of Merriam-Rose.

Prince Ulysses keeps his just poker face.

But Lynette, who sat down a little beside it, looked around a little anxiously, didn’t she?

To the absence of Melia Rose, Lynette, who is clearly in strange shape.

… It’s not hard to imagine what happened unexpectedly.

“Dear Willem, I can’t believe something happened to Merriam-Rose…”

Julia has also forgotten to prepare for the next game, making her awkward and suspicious.

Her feelings are well known to Willem as well. Not if you care about the next game very much, considering what might have happened to Merriah Rose.

If he can’t win this tournament, Willem will have to give up on Merriam Rose.

But still…

Willem exhaled small…… ready.

“Right… not if you’re still here”

Looking back at Julia, whining so loudly, Willem nodded and showed.

“Let’s go find Mr. Meliárose”

When I said so, Julia’s expression shone all the time.

Julia and I, for now, when we tried to walk out of the contestant’s waiting area to see what was going on, we saw Bertram coming this way, as we panicked.

“Whoa, whoa, where are you guys going!

“Where… don’t you know if I don’t tell you”

Bertram distorted his expression bitterly when his gaze alone suggested that Merriah Rose was gone.

He, too, must be under suspicion that something abnormal has happened.

“But you stay. This tournament is a chance the Maxwell family gave you. The kind of imitation that pretends to be…”

“Bertram”

Blocking Bertram’s words, Willem tells him calmly.

“The most important thing right now is the safety of Mr. Meliárose.”

Sure, this tournament is a generation’s chance for Willem.

Once we fail, I’m sure the Maxwell family will never give us another chance.

But everything is about Merriam Rose being safe.

Even if Willem wins, if something happens to her, that’s what makes no sense anymore.

Now, I still don’t know what happened to Meliá Rose.

Maybe Lynette is just early on and Merriah Rose is just taking her seat off for possession.

Still…

“If you can’t move into Mr. MerriaRose’s crisis, I’m her knight. It doesn’t make sense”

…… the most important thing for a knight.

Willem thinks it’s neither fame nor honor.

Willem wanted to be, above all, the knight of Merriah Rose.

Isn’t it the condition of the knight not to protect the person he cherishes, rather than honor than wealth?

Even if you can’t win this tournament and you’re going to take her away from her by another opponent… still, that’s fine if Melia Rose is safe.

I just keep protecting her forever, unchanged.

Even if we could throw out about Merriah Rose here and win, Willem himself would not be able to forgive himself above all else.

“… don’t worry, this is your first and last chance. If I were you, I’d stay here.”

Bertram speaks so as to provoke somewhere.

But Willem had no desire to get lost.

“That’s okay, let’s go”

“Dear Willem…… I offer you too!

Julia says so forcefully.

Willem gave a glimpse toward the stuck tournament table.

Just the next Willem opponent is Prince Roberto.

– Prince, they’ll think you’re a hipster fleeing in front of the enemy… so what?

The most important thing for Willem is the safety of Meliá Rose.

Until we make sure she’s safe, it’s only second to none, such as a game.

“… ok, ask the guy around the prince what’s going on for now”

“Ha!”

Bertram and Julia run a small run after the game venue.

In no way did Willem turn his back on the spot, too.

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“… here”

Put the destination in sight, Bertram groaned pompously.

The corner of Wangdu Noble City. A magnificent mansion, surrounded by a high fence as if to reject intruders.

If the information is correct, there must be a searcher here – Melia Rose.

“Nevertheless, I’ve often found a place like that in such a short time”

The three Bertrams, who heard from Lynette in a semi-crying state that Merriah Rose was nowhere to be found, immediately began their search for Merriah Rose.

Willem quickly had a sighting of a red-haired woman in a neat condition being transported to one of the mansions in the aristocratic city, wondering what hand she had used to run into the guard’s quarters at first sight.

That’s the brother of a promising future Saint Knight. Make the most of your connections and push them to the ground.

Bertram was impressed. I was still wondering if Meliá Rose would be wolfed and useless for her kidnapping, but the ability to calmly analyse the situation seems to remain in this former prince’s surrounding youth, even in such circumstances.

“You have a watch…”

Mmmm…… frowned and Julia squeaks softly.

A gentle glimpse of the mansion from the shadow of the building reveals that the gates leading inside are closed and protected by a tight-faced gatekeeper.

This won’t be a glimmer.

“Well, what are we gonna do?”

Bertram and the three of them are aristocrats, albeit students.

If I take it off my mind and considering this mansion had nothing to do with Merriah Rose’s disappearance…… I don’t want to move too flashy.

“Find another way in or figure out how to get those gatekeepers somehow”

Willem slowly shook his neck sideways as Bertram was conceiving with his hand on his chin.

“No, you don’t have to”

“Hmm?

Have you come up with a valid solution yet?

Bertram was impressed again that this guy is going to lose his head…

Willem suddenly breathed, looking up at the mansion with his straight eyes, and told him.

“Breaking through the front”

“What?”

… foreword withdrawn.

This guy Merriam Rose is gone and in quite a hurry……!

Bertram could only be taken aback by Willem, who looked calm and said something outrageous.