Pseudo-Villaines

Judgment

Jean wiped the blood-filled dagger. He had no intention of keeping that cheap dagger. So, he just threw it into just about any place after he finished cleaning it.

He got a lot of pure energy by absorbing the negative aura. Converting a negative and positive aura into a pure energy is like eating a bitter and sweet fruit. Bitter negative aura and sweet positive aura.

The result will be the same in the body. But hey, who wants to eat bitter fruit when compared to sweet fruit, right? But this is the quickest way to make it strong. In the future, he will create new techniques that are more efficient and simple but have a big impact. But that's a story for later.

"Ugghhh even a pig that died in a slaughterhouse was much better than the corpse of this man. Why is he so stinky?"

Jean is troubled by the foul smell that emerges from Duke Eisen's body. He kicked the corpse and put it out of sight.

"Bo-stupid! Hahaha! I still have over 1000 soldiers occupying this city! If you mess with me, I'll have them kill you!!"

Unlike what he thought, Jean did not walk towards Count Feldberg. He went to the window and looked out and nodded. Only now, he turned his head towards Count Feldberg and looked at him with a contemptuous look.

"Your squad? Killing me? Come here and see what's going on outside? Uh, are you scared? Nope, no. Relax, I'm not gonna kill you."

In contrast, Jean, in a relaxed tone without any imidation and pressure, instead told Count Feldberg to stand beside him and look out. Of course he doesn't want to! Why should he stand next to a madman!?

However, as if his body was moving on its own, count Feldberg walked to Jean's side. Jean with her casual smile invited Count Dan Feldberg to look out. At that instant, his face paled deathly.

With his own eyes he saw that his best knights whom he treated so well, from providing training, supplies, salaries, and tasks that were easiest for them, were being slaughtered. Yes, in the slaughter. Not beheaded.

Count Feldberg could not see his knights suffering after being slaughtered. Blood poured down from their necks, soaking the ground. Before his death, their bodies were shocked. They suffered, as if the Angel of Death wanted to play a moment with them before taking the lives of the poor.

"You saw it for yourself, right? Unfortunately your fate, Mr. Count. In the end, the army you recruited killed the best Knight you managed with your own hands. Bad things can even happen to a nobleman though, huh?"

Jean shook her head. Poor with the fate of count Feldberg whose plan was ruined within a day while he had built it over 10 years. But of course it's a gimmick. For what Jean pitied a man like Count Feldberg.

"Relax, I won't hurt you. More precisely, it's not me who's going to hurt you. The Kingdom of Dublin has taken your territory. To appease all the residents who were there, I was sure 'he' had done his best. But...."

Jean started to grin. He pitched his face upwards then looked at Count Feldberg again.

"By giving you to them, it will win the hearts of the people. Well, I don't have a personal grudge against you but they do. So... letting them be the judge of all your sins is a fair judgment, right?"

He's not going to punish Count Feldberg. There was no benefit for Jean. It would be better if he handed it over to the people he led. Of course, it was interesting for him to see how they would react when a count could be treated freely.

While Count Feldberg, ah yes, his physique was clearly fine but his mentality was very damaged. He began to stir like a madman and drooled out of his mouth. Of course, he was just pretending to be crazy.

Jean smothered the head of Count Feldberg with a cloth. Although he had time to fight, in the end the fat count fainted. Easily, Jean drags him down like a dying cow ready to be skinned.

The end of Count Feldberg has been determined.