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ON the top of a hill quite a distance from the battleground were some men.
“Huff… Aaah, what in the world! That monster! Why is she here?! Damn it, damn it all! How could this happen?!”
Julian, who had been crouched, stood, threw down his magic binoculars and stamped on them.
The marquess and his men had secretly entered the country, had a meeting with a member of the royal court, and disguised themselves as simple travelers as they moved towards the capital.
Obviously, they hadn’t disclosed to the Setrayuan government that they would be doing this sort of thing in this sort of place, but everything was going exactly as planned. It all went up in flames when someone unexpected stepped in.
Julian saw it all. He saw the war golem smashed to bits by a single little girl.
“M-My lord, please keep yourself calm!” said one of his guards.
“How dare you!”
“Gyah!”
Julian punched the guard (also dressed as a traveler) who tried to reprimand him, sending him flying, and then stood there, his shoulders heaving with each breath. “Huff… Hah… My plan is perfect… It was perfect… I’m not like my fool of a father… Who could ever anticipate a coincidence like this…? Damn it…”
He raked his fingers through his hair, his teeth grinding together. In his chest was a coiled anger, so powerful he wanted to kill something, anything. But he had just enough control of himself that he could hold that back.
“Hah… I am perfect. I will change the plan… The next one will be more infallible, you better believe it. Haha-hah…!”
Julian laughed alone. He never even saw his companions trembling in fear.