Have You Finally Decided to Make a Move Against Me, My Brother?

"Clang~ clang~"

At dusk, in the back courtyard of Pedrol Manor, Lynn held a wooden sword as he struggled to fend off the girl's relentless fierce attacks.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Evina's ruthlessness still exceeded Lynn's expectations. She showed no mercy with any of her strikes, hacking desperately at his vital points. Compared to practice, it looked more like a fight to the death.

After the twenty-first move, the brown-haired girl sent Lynn's wooden sword flying from his hand with another horizontal slash.

After several bouts and nearly an hour of fighting, both Lynn and Evina had reached their limits. Their arms and shoulders, hidden beneath their clothes, were covered in bruises from the blows, and their strength was almost completely spent.

Lynn, who was not skilled in close combat, ultimately failed to break Lott's record. Pedrol, watching from the side, did not care much. He could see that Evina's swordsmanship had improved somewhat, so it was only natural for Lynn to lose.

What pleased him even more was that Lynn had finally taken his words to heart. During the match, he was no longer as restrained as before, and his attacks had become much sharper.

"Stop. That's enough for today." Baron Pedrol waved his hand and directly called off the fight. At last, a faint smile appeared on his gloomy face.

"Very good, my son. You've finally come to your senses a little. Keep fighting like this. As long as you continue improving through practice, you have a seventy percent chance of passing the assessment."

This year's Knight Assessment had two additional slots, so the standards would certainly be lowered considerably. On top of that, he had donated plenty of money to the church Priests over the years. They should be able to make some concessions when the time came.

With that thought, Pedrol's mood improved somewhat. He then turned to Evina and spoke.

"Evina, your swordsmanship is excellent, but you can put your training on hold for now and spend your time on other things."

"Duke Nordland's eldest son is indeed obsessed with swordsmanship, but if you appear too strong, it may instead make him unhappy..."

Pedrol carefully instructed Evina on how to use their shared interest to win the Duke's son's attention while protecting his pitiful self-esteem.

Pedrol was quite satisfied with this daughter. Not only was she exceptionally beautiful, but she also possessed outstanding talent for swordsmanship. If she could use this opportunity to marry Duke Nordland's eldest son, then the family might have a chance to rise again under his leadership.

Listening to Pedrol's words, Evina clenched her silver-white teeth tightly, her delicate face filled with unwillingness and resentment.

Yet Pedrol failed to notice the girl's expression. After offering his guidance, he did not linger any longer.

Because of the unrest caused by those Demon's Followers, many influential figures who were rarely seen in public had appeared in Harbor Town. This was an excellent opportunity to make an impression!

Only after the Baron left did Lynn look at the brown-haired girl before him with a trace of pity.

To possess such formidable swordsmanship at sixteen, Evina must have worked incredibly hard. She had probably hoped to earn her father's approval through it and change her fate.

Unfortunately, Pedrol had always regarded his daughter as nothing more than a tool for currying favor with the powerful.

Perhaps after he left, Evina's circumstances would improve somewhat.

Lynn pondered for a moment, put away his wooden sword, and carefully considered his words as he prepared to offer her some comfort, fulfilling his duty as an elder brother.

He remembered that, according to the diary, Lott had cared deeply for this younger sister.

But before Lynn could speak, Evina had already raised her head and said coldly.

"Have you finally decided to make a move against me, my brother?"

When the light of the full moon once again illuminated the night sky, a thoroughly bewildered Lynn returned to his room under the servant's guidance. He had thought about it all the way back, yet still could not understand what the girl had meant by those final words.

He had never expected the relationships within a mere Baron's estate to be so complicated.

"Forget it. This isn't something I should concern myself with." Lynn shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, he was only temporarily using Lott's identity and was not some family mediator. Otherwise, he would definitely have a headache on his hands.

In comparison, he cared more about the Demon's Follower whom Pedrol had mentioned, the one the church had captured on its return journey.

Lynn could not determine whether that person was Joanne or White Dove, or whether the church had captured them both.

But one thing was certain: Antioch, who had suffered a huge loss at his hands, had already made thorough preparations. Three thousand guards had been secretly stationed within and around Harbor Town, most likely for his sake.

In a few days, the church would probably spread word that the Demon's Follower would be publicly executed after Moon Day, luring him into trying to rescue them.

At the thought of charging headfirst into the church's trap without any preparation, Lynn could not help shuddering.

To say nothing else, a single volley from a thousand crossbowmen would turn him into a pincushion at once.

Breaking them out beforehand was not a bad idea. After all, he could use Transformation Magic and his disguise skills to infiltrate the place.

As long as he could determine exactly who had been captured and which prison cell they were being held in, Lynn was confident he could rescue them...

Then he would need to consider how to escape Harbor Town.

The more Lynn thought about it, the worse his headache became. He was not the real Carl and had no emotional bond with Joanne and the others. Still, they had gone through life-and-death trials together. If possible, he intended to save them.

"071, is there anything that can help me fight three thousand elite soldiers?" Lynn asked in his mind.

The next moment, an entire list appeared before his eyes.

[Dongfeng Type 180 Missile, Plasma Railgun, Antimatter Bomb, High-Energy Rays, Galactic Level Deep-Space Warship...]

"I only have a few days. Give me something practical!" Lynn was speechless. If he could get his hands on any of those things, he would have kicked the Pope off his throne long ago and turned this dark otherworld into a bright medieval age.

At that demand, the list dozens of meters long immediately shrank to just a few lines. Lynn was soon drawn to one of the images, and his mind immediately connected it to something he had seen previously at the Harbor shop. He had actually forgotten about it.

After thinking for a while, a plan immediately formed in Lynn's mind. However, he clearly could not handle every detail alone. It would be best to find some reliable allies.

Lame Laud...

The familiar name surfaced in Lynn's mind once more. He was the easiest helper to win over in Harbor Town. He had deep ties to the wizards, making betrayal highly unlikely.

That left only one question: how was he supposed to drag that old fox out of hiding?

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