Pseudo-Villaines

Gladiators (1)

Again something like this happens. Jean just stared coldly at the events that were in front of her. Human show. But this time it's not a circus. It's a gladiator.

Every guest who came to this party had at least one bodyguard. Whether it's a private knight belonging to their family or a mercenary like the one hired by Uncle Hull.

These guards are the targets of the game. They will be called one by one and then pitted against each other. They had to fight until one of them really could not fight anymore. In other words, this was a fight to the death.

"Miss Charlotte, Selena, Miss Natasha, let's get out of here. Something like that is by no means a worthy spectacle."

Jean wouldn't let the three of them see a scene like this. Someday, maybe they should accept a scene like this. But not now. Everything has its time.

Or, that's what Jean thought when.....

"Yes, apparently Natasha's here. You brought bodyguards but didn't follow the Baldric family tradition? How disrespectful."

Jean heard an unpleasant voice from behind her. When he saw the man, Jean clicked his tongue.

He was the first son of Earl Baldric, Hansen Baldric. A spoiled man succeeds to the Baldric family but can do nothing but borrow his father's name.

"It's none of your business, Baldric! Get out of our sight and don't get in the way!"

Natasha tried to avoid Hansen, but the man was stubborn. He even confronted Natasha with a disgusting smile on his lips.

"Where are you going, Natasha? Remember that my family is on a higher level than yours. Do you still dare to mess with me?"

Natasha gritted her teeth. Jean could clearly feel the girl's anger overflowing. After being content to disturb Natasha, Hansen turned to Jean with an unhappy facial expression.

"I don't care about that, Baldric! Even if this is your home, even if your family is Earl, I don't care!"

Natasha pulls Charlotte and Selena's hand out of Hansen's presence. Charlotte and Selena are also very unhappy with the arrival of the troublemaker.

But Hansen had lost his temper. With a furious expression clearly plastered on her face, her hand moved to grip the collar of Natasha's shirt. But that never happened because her hand had been clasped by Jean hard.

"Arghh!! Goddammit! Get your hands off, lowly servant! Don't you know who I am!? I was....Mmmpphh!!"

Jean closed Hansen's mouth before he said anything else. This bastard is so annoying!

"I will accept your challenge. In honor of the traditions that have been done downhill, I will."

In a cold tone, Jean said that to Hansen. This time not only did she release the pressure of her intimidation, Jean also released an extremely powerful killing intent. Though, he had obviously only poured a little of his strength on that killing intent.

"Ba-heaven....Hiii!!!"

Hansen was too afraid to berate Jean. If anyone else had seen other than the three girls, they would obviously have regarded Hansen as a coward. Oi! Jean is five years younger than Hansen!

Jean took her grip off Hansen and let the man go with trembling legs. Ah, he's wetting too! Charlotte and Selena chuckled while Natasha was at a loss for what to react.

At first Jean is reluctant to let them see sadistic things. But he changed his mind. It's obviously a prestige to wear but Jean wants to show them that he's strong enough to keep all three at Jean's side.

Selena, Charlotte, and Natasha looked at each other. Finally, they decided to watch Jean.

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He feels satisfaction. Every time he saw his opponent screaming and crying in pain, every time he broke his opponent's arm and bent their legs, every word came out of his opponent's mouth as they pleaded for forgiveness, all this brings pleasure to him.

But the true peak of pleasure is when his opponent feels calm because he is forgiving, but is crushed when he kills his opponent off guard.

He was Janson, the best knight Earl Baldric had. He was the greatest fighter found by Earl Baldric now. Janson is the pride and prestige of the values espoused by the Baldric family.

Tonight, he had killed five of his opponents. A feeling of pride and honor filled him. He could not imagine what the Earl would give him as a gift.

"Does anyone else want to fight Janson!!?"

Cheers from the audience who were the nobles also filled the room. They don't care if their bodyguards die. After all, they can look for new ones later.

Janson looked to his right and left. Time is no more? Well, then, it's gonna be boring. He was almost out of the arena when someone entered the arena. A 13 or 14 year old boy. His gaze was like a savage beast staring at its prey.

For no apparent reason, Janson felt the emotions she hated the most. The emotions he least wanted to feel right then and there. Fearful. When he looked at the boy, Janson was as if he was gazing towards a very deep abyss.

That kid did nothing. He just stared at Janson casually! Even smile! There was no killing or intimidation, but he was terrified!

But Janson decided to restore her posture. He could not let the emotions he had control over him. Janson looked back at the boy.

"Son, I'll give you a chance. Redeem now, then I will forgive you with only your two broken arms. But if you insist on continuing, then...."

Janson rang her fingers while looking at Jean with a thirst for blood.

"You'll feel the consequences."

But unlike his expectations, the boy did not budge at all. Instead, he took off his maid coat and bow tie and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He also set up horses. He's ready to fight.

"There's no need to offer such a thing to me, uncle. Enough fighting with me. Ah, what can't-don't actually you...."

The boy smiled like a demon. A smile filled with pettiness and deceit.

"You..fear me, right?"

Immediately, anger filled Janson. He gritted his teeth and tightened his muscles. No matter even though he was just a brat, there was no forgiveness for him!