Carlisle’s gaze fell on Felt, noticing that she was flinching, not daring to meet his eyes.
He sighed and spoke helplessly.
“Felt, it seems you’ve been stealing again.”
Felt, who was hiding behind Old Man Rom with only half her body visible, trembled violently at those words.
Her feet unconsciously took another step back, wanting to escape this awkward scene.
However, her mind immediately recalled her past experiences—she couldn’t escape this guy.
“Ugh…
damn it,” Felt muttered in a low voice, her tone filled with unwillingness and annoyance.
She could already foresee the outcome.
“Well, once I complete my task, you’ll come with me.
Just like before.”
Upon hearing this, Felt seemed to finally accept reality.
She shed her previous evasive demeanor, walked out resignedly, and sat on a chair by the table, complaining unhappily, “What a joke…
I was finally going to make a fortune, so why is this guy here with Old Man Rom?…
How am I going to explain this to my client?”
“Hey, Old Man Rom, don’t just stand there.
Bring some milk!”
“Got it, you bossy kid.”
Just as Old Man Rom was about to get the milk, another knock sounded at the door.
“It must be my client…
How should I explain this?” Felt scratched her head in distress, then jumped off the chair and hurried toward the door.
Subaru originally wanted to take the opportunity to ask Carlisle what his relationship with Felt was.
However, as she turned her head, she noticed that both Carlisle and Old Man Rom had fixed their gazes on the door, a hint of vigilance in their expressions.
Old Man Rom even picked up his giant wooden club again.
Carlisle noticed Subaru’s gaze, turned his head, and gently said to her, “Sorry, Subaru, please wait a moment.”
Subaru paused, then understood.
She nodded, her gaze also turning to the door, secretly wondering, “It seems they’re wary of that client…
Could that person be a threat to Felt?”
“Uh…
it’s you.
You found your way here.”
“I finally found you. This story is hosted at g.com.
Quickly return what you took.”
Everyone’s gaze fell upon the figure at the door.
The newcomer was a very distinctive and beautiful young woman.
“Silver hair, purple eyes…
A bit familiar.
Wait, isn’t this!” Subaru’s eyes widened, Carlisle’s previous description flashing through her mind.
Old Man Rom was also stunned, muttering, “Is this real…?
Is there really someone who looks like the Witch?”
“Lady Emilia!” Carlisle’s reaction was the most intense.
He abruptly stood up, his voice carrying undisguised excitement and reverence.
Emilia, who was originally confronting Felt, turned her head in confusion upon hearing her name, her gaze falling on Carlisle.
“Eh?
Excuse me, who are you, and how do you know my name?”
Carlisle quickly walked toward Emilia, knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his chest, bowed his head, and lightly pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
“It’s an honor to meet you for the first time, Lady Emilia.
I am your knight, Carlisle Eltheran.
Today was supposed to be the day I was appointed as the knight of a Royal Selection candidate, but I heard news of your disappearance.”
Subaru stood to the side, her gaze fixed on the scene of Carlisle kneeling before Emilia.
An indescribable emotion suddenly surged within her, as if something had tightly clutched her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Especially when Carlisle said, “I am your knight,” her heart felt as if it had been heavily struck by something, and she suddenly felt a profound sense of loss.
“So, that’s how it is…
Damn it, what is this cheated-on feeling…?
I’ve only known him for less than a day.
Have I already fallen for him?”
The girl’s gaze shifted back and forth between Carlisle and Emilia, a bitter feeling rising in her heart.
That emotion was like jealousy, yet tinged with a hint of powerlessness and unwillingness.
Suddenly, Subaru’s pupils contracted sharply.
Her gaze bypassed Carlisle and Emilia, landing on the shadow behind them.
A blurred figure was stealthily approaching, a gleaming scimitar in her hand aimed directly at Emilia’s back.
Subaru cried out in alarm, “Look out behind you!”
His body sprang up like a coiled spring, then he stepped past Emilia, gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The moment the blade was unsheathed, a cold light flashed, and a harsh clang of metal echoed in the air.
Clang—!
The attacker’s scimitar was precisely blocked by Carlisle’s longsword, sparks flying between the two.
Carlisle’s eyes were as cold as ice, and he forcefully twisted his wrist, sweeping his blade out with fierce momentum.
The attacker clearly hadn’t expected Carlisle’s reaction to be so swift, and she quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
“Wait!
Even if the job failed, there’s no need to kill people!” Felt cried out anxiously, her voice filled with panic and confusion.
However, no sooner had she spoken than she was cowed by the cold killing intent emanating from the other party, and cold sweat instantly trickled down her forehead.
The attacker’s figure was fully revealed before everyone.
She was a beautiful woman with long black hair, wearing revealing clothing that accentuated her graceful figure.
A faint smile played on her lips, but her eyes held a chilling coldness.
“Such useless things,” her voice was soft and alluring, as if discussing an insignificant matter, “to be found by both the owner and the guards at the same time.
In that case, I’ll just have to kill everyone present and retrieve the insignia.”
“Failing to complete the job and being killed by me is unavoidable, isn’t it, you slum trash?” She sighed softly, her tone carrying a hint of regret, but the smile on her face remained unchanged.
Her gaze swept over Felt, a flicker of disdain and mockery in her eyes.
“However…
it seems there’s a rather troublesome fellow here.” The attacker’s gaze fell on Carlisle.
“I will absolutely not let you touch them.”
“That attire, and that scimitar…” Carlisle’s gaze swept over the attacker’s clothing and weapon.
“You are the kingdom’s wanted criminal, the Bowel Hunter, Elsa, aren’t you?”
“Heh heh, so it’s a Sir Knight?” Elsa’s lips curved slightly upward, her voice alluring and dangerous, as she held her scimitar before her chest.
“I’d love to see what color your intestines are.”
Carlisle’s gaze was stern and resolute, his longsword steadily pointed at Elsa.
His voice carried undeniable authority.
“Knights Order of Lugunica, Carlisle Eltheran.”
Elsa chuckled softly, responding,
“The Bowel Hunter, Elsa Granhiert.”
It really helps the fic grow!