Pseudo-Villaines

Growing Fear

Prince Hans gritted his teeth as he felt a humiliation coming from the person kneeling before him. For 19 years he lived and grew up in the palace, only this time he was humiliated by someone who was far below him!

This all began when he, on the advice and advice of Hansen Baldric and Greg Cassilas, summoned one of the commanders who participated in this war, Jean, to come before him.

The three intend to throw responsibility for the tragedy that happened earlier this afternoon to Jean.

His assumption is simple. How can Jean know the enemy's position with precision? That meant he had planned this all and betrayed! That's why he should be punished!

Prince Hans called out to the other nobles and the merchants who went with him. Let them also determine the proper punishment for a traitor!

As soon as Jean arrived, the man immediately knelt before her. He introduced himself and said that he was a representative of HuCas company. Prince Hans and everyone gave condescending gazes there.

"Let's get straight to the point. Jean, on behalf of myself and the Dublin government, sentenced you to death for the treason you committed!"

Everyone present became crowded. They whispered, scorned, and denounced a man named Jean. How could there be someone defected in front of them?

Despite the reproach and ridicule that came at her, Jean remained calm. His eyes looked at Prince Hans deeply. It was as if he was tearing away his confidence.

Uncomfortable attacking prince Hans. His body, for some reason, shook by itself. The feeling that most humans hated was slowly growing within him. A fear.

BUAAKKK!!

Perhaps unable to bear the situation, Hansen kicked Jean in the face with his iron boots. Unlike others expected, Jean did not slam. He also did not look in pain. In fact, Hansen was grimacing due to the pain that was attacking his leg.

"This may be disrespectful, but I must say that you have made a grave mistake, your highness the prince."

"Nasty bastard! Bastards like you who have betrayed the Dublin kingdom are not worthy of such a sentence!! The guard! Take him and execute him!"

The knight who had been standing all over the corner of the tent immediately carried out Greg Cassilas' orders. However, as soon as they reached for Jean's body, their bodies stopped abruptly. The pain of their bodies. Their hearts almost stopped beating and their mouths spewed blood.

"I told you, Your Majesty, you have made a fatal mistake. Your first mistake is underestimating your enemies."

Jean's eyes looked at them again. Stay calm, but this time it's very piercing. Greg and Hans tried to stay firm but Hansen had fainted from the gaze that Jean gave him.

"You think yourself a smart man, prince? Maybe for you and some of your subordinates, yes. But to me, you are nothing more than a foolish and reckless man.

"You don't send a reconnaissance unit to the front line to ensure the whole condition and get the information. Do you think your enemies are stupid so they relax? Of course not. They've been getting information about our arrival and preparing mercenaries to ambush us.

"Then what do you do? You and others can only get frustrated when the enemy attacks and kills your people. Even to vent that frustration, you killed almost the entire population of this village. Even you accuse me of being a traitor for knowing the position of the enemy.

"For me, you are just a fool and a coward."

Jean's last words were a real blow to Prince Hans. Although he wanted to behead Jean right then and there, it was strange that he could do nothing. It was as if the space around him narrowed and squashed his body. His bones are crumbling. The same thing was felt by Greg and the others.

"Alright, I go first, your highness the prince. If you need me, just send the business to my tent. Then I'll see you again."

Prince Hans, Greg Cassilas, and the others saw Jean casually waltzing away. No one dared to do anything. No one can prevent it. Jean instilled fear in them.