Quietly, Wayne had retreated from the center of the crowd to a position against the wall.
But in such a chaotic situation, almost everyone's eyes were focused on the king, Simon and Bulwer, and no one would deliberately notice his actions.
When hearing Bulwer's testimony removed Simon from the suspicion, Wayne knew that there might be a new change in the matter.
He did not think that Bulwer, who wanted to take this opportunity to re-establish the king's trust in him, would spontaneously cover up for Simon.
Then, there is only one correct answer - even if it comes to this point, the situation is still under Simon's control.
However, the assassins had really appeared and been killed. Since they have the guts to cause trouble on such an important occasion, those assassins must not be ordinary people, but most likely magicians with certain combat capabilities.
Magicians are an extremely valuable resource in any country and cannot be used as disposable consumables.
But he just used it like this... This only shows that in his eyes, the rewards will be realized soon.
When Wayne realized this, he suddenly discovered the problem——
Oops!
Creating chaos and taking the opportunity to get close to the king is part of Simon's plan!
Simon, who had just lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head slightly, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at His Majesty the King's face under the dim light.
It seemed as if he wanted to follow up Bulwer's words with something else.
But at the same time, a blue flame ignited in his hand - murderous intention was immediately revealed! The dazzling rainbow shot out and rushed straight to the king's position with indomitable momentum.
Everyone present was stunned, and Wayne only had time to throw the dishes, knives and forks that he could find at hand at him. But before it touched his body, he was bounced away by the sharp magic power.
It's close, it's right in front of you.
The day that my long-cherished wish for nearly twenty years will come true is now!
What reflected in Simon's eyes was that single goal.
——The real assassin in this trip has always been himself.
For this, he could risk everything.
…
His real name is Lambert.
In the Stuart Kingdom, he served as a royal guard for a long time.
For ordinary aristocratic families who were not prominent, this was originally a rare honor. It often meant that their family was trusted by the king and was about to be reused.
But this honor not only brought him the luck to get ahead, but also brought misfortune that would haunt him throughout his life.
Because, at the age when he was most in love, he met the most innocent and romantic princess in the kingdom.
How long ago was that?
I remember it like it happened yesterday.
If he hadn't been selected to serve as a royal guard, maybe he wouldn't have gotten to where he is today.
——But Lambert has no regrets.
Even if he loses his name, his identity, and his love for this... he must still complete this [revenge] that has been brewing for nearly twenty years.
"——Stop!" He faintly heard a familiar shout.
But he ignored it.
At this moment, all that appeared in his heart was pleasure.
However, the man in front of him who was about to die in his hands slowly showed a smile.
Simon couldn't help but was slightly startled. He finally realized something was wrong, but he had no time to react.
Between the two people, who were clearly without any obstacles, powerful magic powers suddenly entangled each other to form chains, tying Simon's neck and hanging him up.
And an old man with an unattractive appearance, wearing a royal uniform, stood up from behind His Majesty the King.
"Mr. Simon, I'm sorry."
His Majesty the King, who did not take a step back even in the face of surprise, thanked him politely.
The man he called Mr. Simon did not answer, but instead fixed his gaze on Wayne who was leaning against the wall in the distance.
"Young man, your reaction speed is very fast." He said.
Wayne felt that his voice was very familiar, and he was distracted for a moment and fell into thinking.
The situation was calmed down in a flash. The queen, who had shouted "stop" in panic just now, finally arrived belatedly with the nobles on the other side of the banquet hall.
Seeing Simon's face turned red and struggling so painfully that he was almost out of breath, the queen, who had always been graceful and graceful, actually became a little out of sorts. "Please... please put him down first, Your Majesty."
The king gave him a cold glance.
"Since it is the queen's request, let's let go of his neck first," the king said.
Mr. Simon followed his instructions and restrained his magic power a little, no longer twisting Simon's neck, but still hanging him in the air.
Simon gasped violently when he breathed the fresh air again, but he still stared at the king's figure.
But before the king could ask any questions, the queen rushed forward and asked emotionally: "Simon, why did you do this?!"
Hearing the queen's voice, Simon's expression changed slightly.
However, his attitude did not improve.
"No reason," he said. "I did it myself and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
There was silence for a moment.
There was a vague premonition that something secret was about to be learned, and no one seemed to know how to deal with it.
"no……"
The queen looked at him with great disappointment, "Didn't you promise me that those things are in the past?"
Simon's lips trembled for a moment before he said in a low voice: "...I can't make it."
He seemed unwilling to talk to the queen anymore, and his voice increased a little, as if he was making a serious statement.
"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."
The king suddenly laughed, "Hahaha..."
"It's really ridiculous. Do you think assassinating the king of a country is such a child's play?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a hint of excitement in his voice.
"..."
Hanging his head, Simon said to himself: "I come from a small town in the border area of Lornes. Because of your order, His Majesty the King, a group of civilians were forcibly requisitioned to build border fortifications, resulting in heavy casualties..."
"Stop making up stories!" the king scolded.
"Do you think I don't know who you are? Lambert?" He coldly called out the other person's name that had been abandoned for more than ten years.
Simon's expression changed.
"And you, my dearest wife." The king turned his attention to the queen.
All the nobles present were silent and very uncomfortable.
"Ha." The king smiled at first, and then threw his expensive accessories at the queen.
The stringed bracelet fell apart and the jewelry was scattered on the floor.
Richard couldn't help but stood up: "Father, if anything happens, let's go back -"
"Shut up!"
The king was like a rooster ready for a fight at any time. Even when he looked at his son, there was no warmth in his eyes.
"This is your first lesson, Richard," he said. "Don't be merciful, otherwise you will only die."
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