Chapter 425 - 217: Slaying the Commander, 150 Skill Level

Chapter 425: Chapter 217: Slaying the Commander, 150 Skill Level

"Spare me the excuses. Get straight to the point, Cres!"

"Sigh, such an impatient lady..."

Cres sighed in resignation, then said, "The reason I’m here, of course, is to ’save’ you."

"Save me?"

Caroline scoffed. "You alone?"

Cres’s expression remained unchanged. "If not me, then who? Duke Sed, who has already abandoned you?"

The moment he said that, Caroline’s expression changed drastically.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what it sounds like..."

Cres shrugged. "I came in good faith to give you a warning. The Auswiss Clan has intervened and applied pressure. Duke Sed had no choice but to abandon the Lawrence Family. The Royal Capital has already passed judgment on the Lawrence Clan. These people here ’helping’ you now? As soon as this war is over, they’ll become your executioners."

Caroline’s face turned deathly pale.

"Why should I believe a word you say?"

"Whether you believe me or not is your decision, Madam. I’m merely conveying this information to you for the sake of our previous partnership."

With that, Cres turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Caroline hurriedly stopped him. "Alright. I believe you."

She wasn’t a fool. After all, to have clawed her way to this position required a certain amount of experience and ability, in addition to the sacrifices she’d made.

Once Cres had laid everything bare, Caroline’s mind quickly raced to the deeper political games at play.

The sudden mobilization of troops from the two neighboring cities, and even from Silver Stream City... and that little chit from Saint Antonia Academy...

It all seemed to point to a single, coordinated gambit.

And she and the Lawrence Clan were the pawns being sacrificed.

This fit perfectly with everything Caroline had come to understand about the world over the years.

"Mr. Cres."

Her tone suddenly became much more courteous. "My apologies, I was rude earlier. Thank you for the warning. Also, if it’s not too much to ask... I was wondering if you could get us out of here?"

Cres turned back, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Of course, my dear Lady Caroline. I can take you and your daughter away whenever you wish."

Baron Lael, who had been listening from the side, suddenly turned pale. His voice trembled as he asked, "What about me?"

"You?"

Before Cres or Caroline could speak, his nominal fiancée, Unis, spoke up, her face twisted in disgust. "Do you really think you still have the right to travel with the Lawrence Family? You useless piece of trash. Just stay here and await your judgment!"

As she spoke, she kicked Baron Lael squarely in the back of the knee, forcing him to the ground.

"You..."

Baron Lael clenched his fists. ’All this time... all this time, I’ve endured endless humiliation. I even turned a blind eye to being cuckolded, all for the sake of my future, all to hitch my wagon to the Lawrence Family!’

’I held back for so long, forced myself to smile for so long, and this is the ending I get?’

’I refuse to accept this!’

Baron Lael took a deep breath, about to scream, but Cres merely snapped his fingers. A faint Black Fog enveloped his throat. No matter how hard Baron Lael tried to yell, not a single sound escaped.

"Goodbye, you waste!"

As if casting off some unwanted baggage, Unis kicked him again before turning away with a light spring in her step.

Baron Lael snatched up his Magic Staff, and a Fireball shot toward the three figures ahead.

But it was instantly blocked by a black Barrier, dissipating without so much as a ripple.

"You dare to fight back?!"

Unis was about to turn back and teach him another lesson, but Cres caught her by the wrist. "Miss Unis, now is not the time for your tantrums."

"Ye... Yes..."

Unis, so arrogant and domineering just a moment ago, immediately went soft. She stammered her assent and followed obediently behind him, not daring to utter another word.