Chapter 93 – -92- Until Knight Amelie Betrayed Everything (3)

Knight Amelie’s spirit was stubborn. Her devotion and loyalty to her country were deeply embedded in her, and she was a strong spirit that would not bend even if it was broken.

My goal was not to destroy her psyche, but to distort her loyalty and devotion to turn her target into me, so I needed to be careful.

To do so, it was necessary to meet her repeatedly. Because I, with the help of her top lord Lois, went to build her acquaintance with her.

As a result, even after discussing her trade routes, she naturally hung out with me.

The main thing I did was to listen to her complaints about her sluggish love.

“Really, isn’t that musketeer too ignorant?”

“Haha, he’s a bit insensitive, though.”

Two big emotions, in order to adjust them without growing antipathy towards me, it was important to first create a gap to squeeze into.

The method I chose was to collide the two emotions.

Loyalty to the Empire, but rather, affection for a slightly smaller musketeer. Inflate that affection a little.

Only then do the equal emotions collide violently. Why can’t I confess to the musketeer to my heart’s content? It is because of the fact that it is because of the fact that it is a body bound by the state.

As a knight of the Emor Kingdom, loving a traitor is a feeling that can never be allowed.

In the past, she would have suppressed all her affections with her patriotism and upright loyalty, but not now.

Her artificially inflated affection for the musketeers made her mildly dissatisfied with her country.

It was an infinitely light and thin dissatisfaction, like the one felt by overprotective parents.

‘But, it’s important that the negative emotion itself was created’

Amplify the negative emotions that arise. By connecting various memories and emotions, it nurtures a small spark of dissatisfaction.

She used her old memories and feelings to nurture her current feelings.

An offer from her mercenary group, who tried to recruit her for an astronomical sum of money. She rejected it with a single knife, but she was the one who felt a little bit regretful about the enormous goods she was presented with.

Through her memories of that time, she fleshes out her emotions.

The memory of her exchanging self-deprecating jokes about the knight’s low pay is slightly twisted. It reduces the feeling that you have been rewarded for your loyalty to your country.

It inspires the thought that ‘Emor Kingdom doesn’t fully value me’.

With her steadfast loyalty to her country slightly shaken by her repeated manipulations, she was eager to advance her relationship with the Musketeers.

She took my advice seriously: [If you persuade the musketeer as a ‘lover’ rather than as an ‘enemy general’, you will definitely succeed.]

“As you said, if I can connect with him in the cursed land and convince him, everything will work out… I’m sure he likes me too…”

“I see. But we still have plenty of time…Wouldn’t it be nice to take some time?”

“Whoops, Leon Soders. How can we afford to be relaxed as we have to erase the Demon King from the world as soon as possible?”

She was wearing the evening dress I had gifted her, and smiling as she twirled her wine glass with her long fingers.

She was the one whose heart, who wanted to be loved by the musketeers, grew bigger day by day.

And I was determined to shatter that feeling.

“…Can I arrange a place for you with the musketeers?”

“Can you do that?!”

Even when she greeted me, she said she felt sorry for me.

“Princess Leon, are you okay…?”

As a result of feigning her deep affection for her, she believed I was craving her affection.

“Yes, I also… I think I can give up neatly in many ways if things are clearly organized.”

“…Leon” It was Amelie Grace who looked at me with pity. It wasn’t long before the contents of that gaze turned into blind loyalty and passionate lust.

I arranged a place for her for her, trying not to show her desires on her face.

***

How can I destroy the love that swelled towards the musketeer?

All you have to do is make the musketeer unworthy of love.

It is enough to make them reluctant to even cherish the slightest affection.

He waited for her, tipping her glass with her musketeer. Her musketeer arranged a gathering of the three of her to prove to her that she could not be loved.

I thought it would be a very difficult task, but the young and radical republican acted according to my intentions.

“You’re wrong. No compromise is possible, yes,” The Musketeer replied displeasedly, frowning on her face.

“So, all the ruling classes, especially royalty, have no choice but to hang themselves? That’s too…”

In order to impress the musketeers, she wore a sky-blue black dress that she had been given as a gift.

I lowered the musketeer’s social intelligence. It made her not aware of how her own remarks would appear to those around her.

He raised the level of his remarks by raising the desire for republicanism, anger at the ruling class, and sorrow for the suffering people to the limit.

As if he completely forgot that the person he was talking to was a son of a nobleman and a person with vested interests in the principality, the drunken musketeer poured out his anger by spitting at her.

“Cancer, be radical, be radical.” He gulped down another glass and finished his sentence.

“Monarchy is a nasty system of government that sees all beings other than the king and nobles as consumables for them. It may have been useful in the past…But now that people’s civility has developed, it must disappear.”

“Do you think those with vested interests will peacefully share what they have without violent action? It will only end when everyone dies…”

“…You’re a little more extreme than usual.”

“What do you mean? All royalty and nobility are living symbols of classism. Everyone must return to the dust.”

I controlled my emotions so that I could speak impulsively without thinking deeply about my remarks. It made me focus on the sense of liberation and peace of mind that I spit out what I was thinking without looking back at my remarks.

“…Are those collaborators also something that should disappear? Knights of the kingdom…”

“Ah, collaborators”

He said, frowning in disgust.

“They’re idiots who aren’t worth dealing with. They’re like dogs that guard their owners without thinking. They’re disgusting parasites that devour the flesh left by their owners.”

A small whimper is heard from beyond the door.

…It’s going according to plan. As the musketeer continued his remarks, he prevented him from thinking of the dear Amelie Grace.

The Musketeer liked the pink knight. He believed she could be treated better.

In the republic he dreams of, everyone is treated according to their abilities. He believed that it was a happy thing for the knight Amelie Grace as well.

‘It’s fun’

Calling them “Dogs of the royal family,” “Dirty swordsmen oppressing the free people,” And “Brainwashed idiots,” He vomited intense hostility toward the royal collaborators.

It never occurred to her that Amelie Grace belonged to that group.

He was the one who wanted to make her happy, but he kept messing with her mind without even knowing it.

From beyond her door, the one he cared for and loved, the one who didn’t know she was in pain, poured out her hurtful words to her over and over again.

‘Now, I wish I could go back…’ The Musketeer performed his role better than expected. Now it’s his turn to leave.

It nurtured the joy of drinking he felt, and suppressed his self-control.

He chatted with excitement for a long time, and unlike usual, he drank several times in succession, and then stumbled back tired of self-control.

As I walked out of her door, I saw her squatting in her corner.

***

“…Amelie”

“Don’t look”

She said, bowing her head.

“Just turn around and go”

It was a sentence that was cut off as if holding back tears.

Judging from the emotional analysis, she was very shaken. Her love interest, which had been overswollen, was ruined until it cracked and collapsed.

“I’m just going…”

“Your makeup smudges.”

“Leave it as it is, anyway… I guess this… Didn’t suit me.”

Fixing her smeared mascara, I used her powers on her.

Her mind was in a state of wreck.

Just as a cracked bowl no longer plays a role, the romance contained in the bowl of musketeers continued to diminish.

It raises the sense of betrayal and amplifies the anger against the republicans. At the same time as the incontinence increases, the loss of affection accelerates.

I transfer my love feelings, which will evaporate in vain if I keep going like this, into a container called [Me].

As if carrying water, I slowly induced the affection that had been directed towards the musketeer toward me.

“It suits you so well, isn’t it a waste?” Compliment her dress.

The black dress I gave her was a beautiful contrast to her pink hair.

“…Whoops” She laughs bitterly, then smiles slightly.

“…Gongja-nim, you really like me.”

In her heart, a desire arises to like someone who likes me.

The melody played by the desire that was born calmly makes it resonate loud enough to bury other emotions.

She herself was taken aback by her rapidly growing affection. It was very interesting for her to read the passing thoughts for a moment.

‘Am I…A person who falls in love this quickly…?’

…It was so cute that I wanted to monopolize it.

She picked her up and grabbed her chin.

“…Muh, something…?”

She pulls her head slowly, bringing her lips close.

“…” She, whose curiosity and attraction outweighed her embarrassment, struggled a little, then closed her eyes tightly and kissed me.

Her lips intertwined seamlessly, and the ah-ha trampled the inside of her open mouth with an exclamation.

The feeling of being in her own mouth, with a tongue that wasn’t mine. She was enjoying the feeling too.

A sticky grating sound fills the quiet drawing room.

“…Puha…” After the intense kiss, which could be said to be long if long and short if short, it took only a few seconds before she finally flinched as if she had returned to reality.

“Ah, uh, hmm.” Her ears burned as brightly as her pink hair.

“So, this is her um,” She gesticulated, trying to somehow express her feelings of confusion, but soon gave up.

“Well then, uh, see you later!” As if her steps carried her magic power, she returned to her inn in an instant.

Scared of her surprisingly rapidly growing feelings, she got out of this situation.