Still, Wien had retreated from the middle of the crowd to a position against the wall.

But in such a chaotic occasion, almost everyone's eyes were gathered on the King, as well as Simon and Burwo, and no one would deliberately notice his actions.

When he heard Bulvo's testimony and took Simon out of suspicion, Wien knew that things had probably changed again.

He didn't feel that he wanted to take this opportunity to rebuild the King's trust in him, and would spontaneously cover up Simon.

Then, there is only one correct answer - even if we get to this point, the situation is still under Simon's control.

However, the assassins have really appeared and have been killed. Since they have the courage to cause trouble in such an important occasion, those assassins must not be ordinary people, and are most likely magicians with certain combat power.

The magician is an extremely valuable resource in any country and cannot be used as a disposable consumable.

But he just used it like this... This only means that in his eyes, the reward can be realized soon.

When Wien realized this, he suddenly discovered the problem-

Oops!

Creating chaos and taking the opportunity to approach the king is one of Simon's plans in itself!

Simon, who had just lowered his eyebrows and drooped his head slightly, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at His Majesty the King's face under the dim light.

It seemed that he wanted to take what Bulvo said before.

But at the same time, a cluster of blue flames ignited in his palm - murderous intent appeared immediately! The dazzling rainbow shot out and rushed straight to the king's position with an unyielding momentum.

Everyone present was stunned, and Wien had no time to throw the dishes, knife and forks and other debris that he could catch at him. But before he could touch his body, he was bounced away by the extremely sharp magic power.

It's close, right in front of you.

The day when my long-cherished wish for nearly twenty years is realized is now!

The only target reflected in Simon's eyes.

——The real assassin on this trip has always been the only one.

For this, he can bet on everything.

...

His real name is Lambert.

In the Kingdom of Stuart, he served as a royal guard for a long time.

This was originally a rare honor for ordinary noble families who were not prominent, and often meant that their family was trusted by the king and would be reused soon.

But this glory not only brought him the luck of being able to stand out, but also brought the misfortune that entangled him throughout his life.

Because, at the age of the love, he met His Royal Highness the most innocent and romantic princess in the kingdom.

How long ago did that happen?

Looking back, it seems to have happened yesterday.

If I had not been selected as the royal guard, maybe I wouldn't have to go to this point.

——But Lambert never regretted it.

Even if he lost his name, his identity, and his love for this... he must complete this [revenge] that has been preserved for nearly twenty years.

"—Stop!" He vaguely heard the familiar shouting.

But he ignored it.

At this moment, only pleasure appeared in his heart.

However, the person in front of him who was about to die at his hands slowly showed a smile on his face.

Simon couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He finally realized something was wrong, but he had no time to react.

Between the two people who clearly had no obstacles, the powerful magic suddenly entangled each other and formed a chain, tied Simon's neck and hung it up.

An old man who was not very handsome and dressed in royal sacrificial clothes stood up behind His Majesty the King.

"Mr. Saimen, I'm in trouble."

His Majesty the King, who did not take a step back even when he was shocked, thanked him politely.

The man he called Mr. Symon did not answer, but instead locked his eyes on Vien, who was against the wall in the distance.

"Your reaction is very fast in this young man," he said.

Wien felt his voice sound very familiar, and he was distracted and fell into thinking.

The situation was calmed down between backhands. The queen, who had just shouted "stop" in panic, finally came late with the nobles on the other side of the banquet.

Seeing Simon's face flushed and struggling in pain, the queen, who had always been elegant, was a little out of control. "Please... please put him down first, Your Majesty."

The king glanced at him coldly.

"Since it is the queen's request, let go of his neck first." said the king.

Mr. Saimen restrained his magic a little as he said, and stopped squeezing Simon's neck, but still hung him in the air.

Simon, who breathed fresh air again, immediately gasped violently, but he still stared at the king's figure.

But before the king could ask, the queen rushed forward and asked emotionally: "Simon, why do you do this?!"

Hearing the queen's voice, Simon's expression changed slightly.

However, his attitude did not improve.

"No," he said. "I'm going to do it myself, it has nothing to do with anyone."

The scene was silent for a moment.

There is a vague premonition of what secrets you are about to learn, and everyone seems to know how to deal with them.

"No..."

The queen looked at him with great disappointment, "Didn't you promise me that all those things have passed?"

Simon's lips trembled for a moment before he said in a low voice: "...I can't get through."

He seemed unwilling to talk to the queen again, and the volume was a little louder, as if he was making a statement seriously.

"I took advantage of the trust of the king and queen. This is my sin. It doesn't matter how I deal with it. I admit it."

But the king suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha..."

"It's really ridiculous. Do you think that assassinating the king of a country is such a joke?"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but there seems to be a little excited in his voice.

“…”

With his head down, Simon said to himself: "I come from a small town on the border area of ​​Lornes, where you have forcibly requisitioned a group of civilians to build border fortifications because of your order from His Majesty the King, resulting in heavy casualties..."

"Don't make up stories anymore!" the king scolded.

"Do you think I don't know who you are? Lambert?" He called out the other party's name that had been abandoned for more than ten years indifferently.

Simon's face changed.

"And you, my dearest wife." The king turned his gaze to the queen.

All the nobles present were silent and uncomfortable.

"Ha." The king smiled first, then threw the precious ornaments on his body towards the queen.

The stringed bracelets collapsed and jewelry scattered all over the floor.

Richard couldn't help but stand up: "Father, if there is anything, let's go back--"

"Shut up!"

The king is like a rooster who is ready to fight at any time, even if he looks at his son, there is no warmth in his eyes.
Chapter completed!