You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

"I will absolutely not expose you."

Isolde took off a ring from her hand and handed it to Lotte. "This is a magical ring for suicide. It will explode when infused with magic. Never use it unless absolutely necessary."

Lott grinned and accepted it, saying, "Thank you so much."

With this, Isolde will no longer doubt where Lot's [Explosion] spell came from.

Isolde looked at Lothar's smile, turned her face away, and gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.

The two walked in the forest for three days.

Throughout the journey, Isolde remained as quiet as ever, only occasionally asking Lotte if she wanted to rest.

Three days later, the two returned to the magnificent city of Orlandis, which stood on the grassland.

In her previous life, Isolde broke Orantis's detection magic. In this life, she and Lotte disguised themselves as merchants and easily infiltrated the city.

On the wide cobblestone path, beautiful elf ladies and sturdy bearded dwarves would occasionally walk by, and sometimes orcs that Lot had never seen before would appear.

Although the city is built on a plain, it has been artificially created with varying elevations, with the city rising in rings one after another, and the lord's castle and the white mage association tower sitting at the highest point.

Isolde took Lott to an inn and booked a room for them.

“We’ll be staying here for a month.” Isolde pulled off her veil, tossed her hair, and let the sunlight eagerly caress her face. “After a month, you’ll come with me there.”

Isolde looked out the window, where the lord's castle stood.

A month passed quickly.

During this time, Isolde worked from dawn till dusk, constantly gathering intelligence.

Lotte did not leave the hotel at all.

He would sit by the window in a daze every day, opening the control panel over and over again.

The proficiency level remained unchanged.

Talent progress has also stagnated.

This was completely different from what he had imagined before entering the simulation world!

He's trapped in Orlandis and can't refresh the panel at all!

He was about to go crazy from holding it in.

Lott was eager for the banquet to arrive quickly so he could catch up on all the progress he had missed over the past month.

The number of defenders in Orantis City increased, eventually reaching ten [Cataclysmic] level defenders.

With the arrival of the emperor, the city of Orantis was placed under lockdown, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

As night fell, the castle became the setting for a revelry among the nobles.

Maids bustled about on the red carpet, while fully armed guards coldly scrutinized every unusual detail.

Inside the banquet hall, the nobles excitedly discussed the future, and no one noticed Lotte and Isolde, who were disguised as a noble couple.

A nobleman nearby chuckled softly, his voice reaching Lot's ears: "It's a pity we haven't been able to find Isolde these past few days, otherwise, sacrificing her tonight would have greatly increased our strength."

"Isolde has never been a talkative girl since she was little. I always thought she wouldn't amount to anything, but I never expected her to become a [Cataclysmic] level. It turns out she colluded with the Siren race and betrayed the interests of the human race to gain her power. I knew I couldn't have misjudged her."

"That dull, unresponsive girl actually became a princess; she's really lucky."

"If the king hadn't regarded her as a pillar of the human race, how could he have made someone without royal blood a princess?"

Lott pretended not to hear.

But Isolde, who was beside him, put down her wine glass and explained softly to Lotte, "I did not collude with the sirens."

"Huh?" Lott didn't expect Isolde to explain to him. After he realized what was going on, he said, "Those are all rumors. I never believed them."

"Hmm." Isolde then picked up her wine glass and took small sips. "Tonight I might kill the emperor, or I might kill everyone here."

"I fully support you."

"Would I look like a serial killer?"

"You're not killing for fun, so you're not a serial killer. If it were me, I would kill their whole family and leave no trace."

"That's exactly what I intend to do."

"..."

Lotte just said it casually, but Isolde actually thought so!

He stole a glance at Isolde; apart from her slightly aloof expression, she looked no different from a noble lady in her evening gown.

Why were you spying on me?

Caught red-handed, Lotte was a little embarrassed. He explained, "I just thought Lord Isolde looked very handsome in his formal attire."

Isolde glanced down at her dress, gave a soft "hmm," and then looked at the faint red light rising outside the window. "The ceremony is about to begin. Lotte, I need you to distract the guards so I can sneak into the castle and investigate the magic circle."

"Understand."

Lott shook his arm; he had done nothing for the past month and was far behind the plans he had made for himself.

He was determined to seize this opportunity and improve his magic proficiency no matter what.

Lotte got up to leave, but Isol grabbed her hem.

She looked at Lott's face and asked, "You never questioned my plan from the beginning. If I fail, you will have died in vain."

"I don't know why, but I always feel that Lord Isolde will succeed, and you won't fail."

Isolde slowly lowered her hand, watching Lotte grow ever more distant.

Lotte turned around and found Isolde sitting alone in the corner, loneliness drawing a line in front of her, shutting out any liveliness and noise.

He turned to look at the nobles filling the room and took out the dagger strapped to his calf.

"Enemies!"

As soon as a nobleman shouted, the surrounding guards rushed over to help.

Lotte barely struggled before being pinned down by the guards. The riot ended so quickly that even Isolde hadn't expected it.

This level of disturbance was not enough to make the guards at the gate leave their posts to help.

Lott was pinned to the ground by several guards who searched his body and removed the self-destruct ring from his hand.

Once Lotte was completely under control, the nobles who had just been terrified and fled in all directions surrounded him again.

"Mom, why didn't the guards just kill him?"

"Mom, I want to see!"

"How did he get in here? What are the guards even doing?!"

These nobles, who had never been to a battlefield before, rushed over to watch the intruder's antics.

In the distance, Isolde's gaze remained fixed on the crowd.

She knew what Lott was about to face: torture, interrogation, and after the parade, Lott would be hanged in the square.

Isolde cannot save Lot, nor will she attempt a prison break for Lot's sake.

She sighed softly, stood up, and prepared to expose herself, intending to force her way into the castle after killing the guards at the entrance.

Kolot was not as desperate as Isolde had imagined; on the contrary, he felt it wasn't enough.

There aren't enough people!!

Everyone, gather around here!

Lotte struggled on the ground, yelling, "You bunch of lazy good-for-nothings! You actually betrayed Lord Isolde! I'll kill you all!"

The crowd paused for a moment, then burst into cheerful laughter.

"So you're Isolde's loyal knight, huh? Hahaha."

"Where is your Lady Isolde? Why didn't she come to rescue you?"

Lott shouted, "She will avenge me! She will kill every single one of you here!"

The crowd erupted in joyful laughter again. No one cared about Lotte's dying words; instead, they were delighted that Lotte could say such a thing.

They stood on high ground, looking down at the knight who was lying on the ground, mocking his incompetence.

"Mom, I'm going to stomp him to death."

"Go away, don't touch him."

Lotte looked up at the crowd above him and listened to the noise around him; a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

His heart started racing, and his palms began to sweat slightly.

Lott was somewhat excited.

It's inevitable to be nervous the first time.

He pursed his lips, feeling that something was still missing.

Right, it's lacking in momentum; we should shout something.

But after thinking for a long time, Lott still didn't know what to shout, so he just came up with a slogan at random, anything to make it sound powerful.

He chanted the [Explosion] spell rapidly, and a faint white light began to emanate from his body.