Do You Need a Reason to Kill Someone?

As the newcomer gradually revealed his figure, who else could it be but the rebel leader, Xerath? Seeing Xerath suddenly arrive, all the soldiers who had been bullshitting with Morgana hurriedly saluted him.

"Greetings, My King!"

Their reverent manner was completely different from their previous bootlicking.

Seeing this, how could Morgana, who was known for her intelligence and schemes, not realize that these scumbags had sold her out? And sold her out completely!

They had practically committed fraud! She had gone all out, lowered herself, and chatted with these scumbags for so long, only for them to turn around and sell her out!

Looking again at her curvy, devilish figure, Morgana defiantly protested.

"Are you all fucking blind?! My figure, my face—what part of me doesn't hit a scumbag's sweet spot?! I even put in so much effort and lowered myself to chat with you scumbags for so long!"

"And instead of properly being my bootlickers, you turned around and sold me out completely?! You're really... fucking bastards!"

Seeing that Morgana's source of anger was actually this, all the underlings, including Xerath, were astonished by the strangeness of her thought process. Xerath, who recovered first, stepped forward to explain.

"The reason they didn't dare become your bootlickers is actually very simple."

"Oh~ I'd love to hear it!"

"Because you mentioned That Person's name."

Seeing Morgana's confusion, Xerath continued.

"In fact, the moment you revealed that you were That Person's sister-in-law, they were already unworthy of becoming your bootlickers."

Hearing this, Morgana glanced at the scumbags beside her.

And it really was true. After she had revealed her identity as his sister-in-law, those men who had just been leering at her as if they wanted to swallow her alive no longer even had the courage to sneak a glance at her.