Subaru Natsuki, who returned from the new Three Kingdoms

Reinhard stood at the edge of the pit, still holding the unsheathed dragon sword in his hand.

A black dragon, covered in wounds, lay in the pit. It tried to get up several times, but he casually pressed it back down with his sword sheath.

Rem stood far away on the outer edge, holding her flail in her hand, looking tense.

Natsuki Subaru, who should have been resting in his room, was standing at the very front.

His chest wound, which had just healed, reopened, and blood seeped out along the bandages, staining a large area of ​​his clothes red.

But he was still smiling.

He was laughing more happily than anyone else present.

"Throughout the world, only Reinhard and I can tame this magnificent steed! Ahem~"

"Pleiades!"

Emilia's face paled. Without bothering to ask why a dragon had suddenly appeared in the courtyard, she lifted her skirt and ran towards Subaru.

Ram's gaze lingered on Rem for a moment, making sure his sister wasn't hurt, before quickly sweeping over Reinhard and Capella in the pit.

Why is the Sword Saint Reinhard here?

When did this dragon sneak into the mansion? Why does it have an even stronger witch's scent than Subaru Natsuki? Is it part of a witch cult?

Just as everyone was drawn to the explosion, the bookshelves in the forbidden library also began to shake.

Betty was sitting by the ladder, holding the blank book in her arms.

She was still upset about Subaru's injuries and her previous attitude when a sudden tremor caused several books to fall from the bookshelf.

She sensed intense magical fluctuations coming from the direction of the courtyard, mixed with Subaru Natsuki's aura, and Betty hurriedly rushed out of the forbidden library.

But when she walked down the corridor and saw that the guy was still standing there laughing loudly despite the blood seeping from his chest, her face immediately darkened.

"You shameless bastard!"

Betty rushed up to Subaru Natsuki and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Betty just fixed your heart! Who gave you permission to run around like this and worsen your wound?"

"Do they want Betty to work herself to death?!" She wanted to say 'worried to death,' but the words just wouldn't come out.

Natsuki Subaru, however, wasn't angry at all about the scolding. Instead, he excitedly introduced the situation:

“According to you, Ms. Beatrice, this is a double blessing.”

"Firstly, I've already acquired my mount. Secondly, this wound will give you another chance to practice your medical skills. Over time, your medical skills will surely improve by leaps and bounds, and the more people you heal, the more skilled you'll become!"

"Who wants to use you to practice this kind of medical skill!"

Betty glared at him angrily, but her hands were already pressed near his wound, and her Yin-attribute magic quickly seeped into it, forcibly stabilizing his heart that was once again affected.

Subaru Natsuki suddenly felt a surge of relief.

Emilia also rushed to Subaru's side and saw the blood still spreading under the bandages. For a moment, she didn't know where to put her hands.

"Subaru, don't speak or laugh anymore. It will make the wound reopen."

"It's alright."

Natsuki Subaru waved his hand.

"My long-cherished wish has been fulfilled; this mere fatal wound is not worth mentioning."

As Capela listened to these words from inside the pit, his face became increasingly contorted.

Sure enough, I became this kid's prey!

She struggled desperately, her dragon body shrinking back into the petite form of a young girl. Her face pressed against the ground, she realized escape was hopeless and spoke to Subaru in a chilling voice:

"You bastard, I actually fell for your trick!"

"Sword Saint, Border Lord, they're all part of your plan!"

Natsuki Subaru's smile paused for a moment.

"What border lord?"

He looked up in confusion, glancing left and right. According to his memories from the previous cycle, Roswaal would not return until tomorrow when Capella's disguise as Rem was exposed.

"What does this have to do with Roswaal?" Subaru Natsuki asked frankly.

“I only called Reinhard.”

When Capela heard this, he felt that Capela was still pretending to be stupid.

Even at this point, this man still wants to distance himself from Roswaal.

What else is he planning to do?

"Don't try to argue with me!"

Capella stared intently at Subaru Natsuki, while Reinhard, standing to the side, wore a thoughtful expression.

"I'm here because of that clown—"

Above the mansion, Roswaal's pupils suddenly contracted as he pondered and struggled with how to salvage the situation.

not good!

It's my turn!

We can't let Capela continue!

Once Capella publicly reveals the commission and reward, her secret deal with the Archbishop of Sin of the Witch Cult will no longer be able to be concealed.

Based on this alone, he could be deemed by the kingdom to have fallen into the witch cult!

He could no longer hide it.

The wind magic high in the sky suddenly dissipated.

A figure plummeted straight down from the darkness of the night.

Capella had only spoken halfway when an invisible spell sealed her voice.

Her lips were still moving, but she could no longer utter a sound.

Immediately afterwards, six-colored magic light flashed across the courtyard.

Reinhard's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately took a half step back.

Before Capela, who was pinned in the pit, could react, all four of his limbs were severed simultaneously by a dense barrage of wind blades.

Flames, floods, and lightning followed, engulfing her body, which was just beginning to regenerate.

Flesh, bones, and dragon scales were pulverized one after another by magic.

Faced with this dazzling magical effect, which resembled fireworks, everyone was either shocked or calm, except for Natsuki Subaru, whose eyes were practically popping out of their sockets!

When the light faded, only a blood-stained head remained in the pit.

Capela's body had completely vanished, leaving only charred soil and shattered dragon scales scattered around his head.

Faced with such a scene.

No one doubted that the archbishop who had been so arrogant just moments before was now dead beyond any doubt.

"Lord Roswaal."

Reinhard's smile faded slightly as he looked thoughtfully at Roswaal's actions, which resembled silencing a witness.

“She is a high-ranking bishop. Even if she is to be punished, she should first be handed over to the kingdom for questioning.”

Roswaal landed beside the deep pit, his robes fluttering gently in the night breeze.

He raised his chin, meeting Reinhardt's scrutinizing gaze, and a composed smile returned to his face.

"Sword Saint, this is my territory. A Archbishop of Sin infiltrated my residence and attacked my guests. As the lord, is there any problem with me taking action?"

"But she was already under control."

Reinhard frowned slightly.

"The information held by the Archbishops of Sin is of great importance to the Kingdom."

That's a real shame.

Roswaal gently spread his hands.

"But the powers of the Archbishop of Sin are always unpredictable. If she escapes, the number of dead won't just be a few people present."

He spoke with such conviction that it was as if his sudden slam and beheading of Capela were solely for the purpose of protecting the mansion.

The nobles and knights of Lugnica each had their own rights and responsibilities.

Overall, aristocratic status still has an advantage.

Roswaal was a border lord, and he dealt with intruders within his own territory.

Without solid evidence, Reinhard could not act against him based solely on suspicion.

Reinhard understood this perfectly well.

He stared at the motionless head in the pit, his mind filled with questions, but he suppressed them all. Forcing himself to speak, he lowered his head with a barely audible smile and said:

"I understand."

Seeing this, Roswaal felt a sense of superior ease.

No matter how strong the Sword Saint is, he must ultimately abide by the rules of the kingdom.

Now that Capela has completely shut up, he no longer has to worry about being exposed.

We can devise new methods to pressure Natsuki...

Before Roswaal could finish his thought, an undisguised anger surged from the side.

"Damn it, Roswaal!"

Subaru Natsuki was furious.

"You dare kill my horse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Subaru Natsuki disappeared from Betty's side.

The next instant, he appeared directly in front of Roswaal.

"You bastard Roswaal!"

Subaru Natsuki glared at Roswaal, his anger causing the blood that had just stopped flowing from his chest to seep out again, quickly spreading along the bandage.

"I went to great lengths to finally capture a peerless mount that can fly, fight, and even grow its own flesh!"

"You chopped her down to just her head right from the start?"

Why weren't you this brave in the last reincarnation?

Subaru Natsuki's eyes flashed back to the scene in the previous timeline where Roswaal, despite his best efforts, could only manage to break Capella's skin and flesh.

In this loop, Roswaal not only returned early, but also killed Capela, who had already been subdued!

Isn't this just making trouble for myself?

"Are you deliberately trying to make trouble for our family?"

Subaru was furious! Ignoring his chest injury, he roared at Roswaal.

Although it didn't have the power of Zhang Fei's thunderous roar, it was still enough to startle everyone present.

Roswaal, who was the first to be hit, was completely stunned.

He kept thinking about how to take action without making things difficult for Reinhard.

However, Natsuki Subaru's reaction to seeing Capella's death was unexpected.

This is terrible!

Although the Sword Saint was powerful, he was, after all, a knight of the kingdom and adhered to the kingdom's rules. As long as the reason was justifiable, he would not lay a hand on this border lord.

But Natsuki Subaru is different. He's crazy and his eyes are full of contempt for common sense.

If he really values ​​Capela, he really wants to turn her into a mount.

Wouldn't my actions have incurred his wrath?

In this way, the ability to change the world will not only be useless to oneself, but may even be used against oneself.