I Am The Commander Of The Second Male Lead’s Knights - Chapter 119

“She’s a beautiful woman with black hair and purple eyes.”

“Black hair and purple eyes?” 

Faradiv panicked and said, “No, of course, Dame Nina is my favorite. You are the most beautiful woman.” So Nina had to ask again if that’s what the Saint looks like.

‘I didn’t expect to see her in person.’

Compared to the Fiona that Nina knew, her hair and eyes were not the only difference, this Saint was a completely different person.

‘How could this happen?’

It’s actually funny to remember the faces of the characters in the novel she read.

But she knew them.

‘What is happening?’

Each time the Saint purged, bellacs collapsed in black ashes.

Besides, this timing.

It was like they knew that bellacs would appear and they were fully prepared. Otherwise, there would be no way that a Saint, who looks like she was pulled out of a sacred painting, would arrive in the middle of a battleground.

She waits inside the Imperial Palace, sends the bellacs first, and after a reasonable amount of time has passed, she must have come to take over with Princess Vialentel.

Is this like a debut stage?

It is also a place to show the solidarity between the princess and the temple, and it is also a place to show their alliance with the cult.

‘I feel like an uninvited guest.’

Nina thought so, shoved her sword back in its scabbard, and jumped lightly to the balcony.

“Dame Nina!”

“Commander.”

It was quiet inside the hall as people had already left. The only party remaining were those protecting the prince.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Dame Nina, are you all right?”

“It’s okay, except when I punched that bellac.”

She scraped her fist and it bled a little.

Nina said.

“I met the Saint.”

“How did it go?”

“You’ll be at a disadvantage, Prince.”

At Nina’s words, Faradiv let out a dry laugh.

“My sister is a wonderful woman who always appears at the right moment.”

He added.

“But today, more than half of the credit was stolen by Dame Nina.”

Vialentel’s plan would have been to raise hers and the Saint’s reputation. However, more gossip on Nina’s side, who has shown confidence in today’s battle, was spreading among the people.

“She must have been upset, seeing that she shot a crossbow at other people.”

Paradise frowned at Nina’s words.

“A crossbow?”

“Yes, she used a crossbow against a bellac.”

Nina shrugged her shoulders.

“That’s just like my sister.”

She looks cold, but she’s actually fiery. Another advantage was that her improvised judgment was not so bad.

Nina grinned.

“Fortunately, I’m not an ordinary person but a swordmaster.”

“And I’m a lucky man. Because tonight was an evening with that swordmaster.”

Faradiv smiled softly then his face clouded.

“By the way, the timing was just perfect. How did my sister know that bellacs would attack here?”

Faradiv muttered and Nina laughed awkwardly.

“Of course, they must’ve prepared to respond whenever and wherever the bellacs appeared.”

Nina had a strange feeling.

‘That’s because the Cult and the Temple are a team. But I can’t tell you.’

Feeling sorry, Nina recommended.

“I’ll escort you to your palace. Let’s go.”

Nina ran into Saint Lucrezia again on her way to the Faradiv’s place. She greeted with open arms again and Nina gave a nod.

Her head was in a mess all the way back from the palace. No matter how different the future is, changing the saint as a completely different person is a bit too much.

‘Hold on, is there anything I’ve done that caused the change of the Saint?’

No matter how hard she thinks about it, there’s none.

Back at the townhouse, Adrian and Jean had already arrived after hearing the news that bellacs had appeared from inside the palace, and it caused a big fuss.

The rumor spread horribly fast as it was the first time since the so-called Rat Bellac attack had appeared.

“They were unconditionally low-ranking bellacs the last time, but this time they were around B-Class. And despite that, they were in a huge number?”

Nina nodded when Jean crossed his arms and asked harshly.

“Yes, a lot.”

Jean made a strange expression on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you so absent-minded? Did something happen? Did the prince do something? What is it?”

“No, it’s not that. Uuuh.”

Nina pulled her pigtails. She was frustrated with herself.

“I met the Saint. But it was completely different from what I thought.”

“Are you saying this is a bad thing? Because your imagination and reality are different?”

‘What nonsense are you talking about?’ Jean made such a face and Nina let out a sigh.

Yeah, that’s right.

Isn’t this just an overdose of my delusions being broken?

“Ah, by the way. When the Saint sang some kind of a hymn, the bellacs fell. The ones I killed were also purified one by one. They turned into black ashes and got blown by the wind all over the place······.”

This part is not the same as what she knows either.

When the Saint purified them, they turned into golden powder and seemed to have been blown away.

Nina covered her face with her hands and spoke quickly.

“The Temple and the Princess are now openly announcing that they are one. I think she knew that bellacs were attacking today. Probably. It must have something to do with the Cult.”

Then is Fiona gone?

Did she do something wrong?

Or is it her memory that’s wrong?

There have been other parts that were different from the book before, but the main character itself missing like this is······.

Then is Lucrezia really Fiona?

Nina raised her head when she realized that the surroundings had become quiet. Jean and Adrian were still looking at her.

Jean said anxiously.

“Are you all right? You’re being weird.”

Adrian approached and put his hand on her forehead and frowned.

“Nina, you have a fever.”

“What? Me? That can’t be true. Woah!”

Nina screamed as Adrian hugged and carried her suddenly.

“Let’s talk about the rest later, you should rest today.”

“Yes······.”

Nina answered calmly. Jean approached, touched her forehead, and clicked his tongue.

“You really have a fever. You didn’t catch a cold in the winter, so I thought it was better now, but how come you caught one in the middle of summer? Where’s Kirill’s medication?”

“Hmph.”

”No ‘hmph’ for you.”

She’s old enough to complain that she doesn’t want to take medicine but Jean’s eyes were wide open and glaring with intent. Eventually, Nina took Kirill’s bitter pill and laid in bed.

She didn’t really like the fact that there were sleeping pills added to the medicine but she can’t do anything. As soon as she put her head on the bed, Nina immediately fell asleep.

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Oh, it’s a dream.

However, the perception dream quickly collapsed.

“Dame Nina!” 

The barracks opened and a small woman came running. 

“Are you feeling well? I heard Sieur Randell attacked······.”

“I’m fine.” 

As soon as I answered with a smile, the person who followed after said sharply. 

“If I hadn’t stopped him, you would have died instantly. Are you all right?” 

I smiled awkwardly at the Duke. I spoke slowly as he was looking at me with sharp pink eyes.

“I look like this, but I’m really okay.” 

“I didn’t know the Sage would be crazy.” 

Adrian mumbled and Fiona turned around.

“Randell isn’t crazy. He’s just upset.” 

“If you’re just upset, do you release that much magic without thinking of the consequences? It blew away my barracks and Dame Nina is burned and can’t go to battle for a while.”

Pffff, Fiona covered her mouth with both hands and laughed.

I was puzzled at where the hell this was considered a funny fact. The Duke of Luverne also had a strange face.

Fiona said teasingly.

“You’re worried about Dame Nina getting hurt as if the problem is her not being able to go to battle.” 

“······.”

Why would that be a laughing matter······?

Unlike me, who was in confusion, Duke Luverne replied in an irritated voice. 

“Don’t assume that everyone thinks like you when it comes to things. It’s a big loss to not have a single Spirit Knight.”

“Loss!? Saying such things in front of the person! You’re being too much, Your Grace. Get out, get out, please.” 

Fiona suddenly chugged like a mother chicken and kicked the Duke out. Then she scuttled up to my bed and held my hand. 

“I’m sorry, Dame Nina. Forgive Sieur Randell.” 

“He’s not someone I can dare to hold grudges against.” 

After all, he’s the Grand Sage.

Fiona laughed bitterly and put her forehead on the hand she grabbed.

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