My older sister is a villainous rich girl

He shielded Chris while warning her, "Are you looking for death? We are relatives of Duke Winchester, not rebels!"

But the man in the feathered hat wouldn't listen to any explanation and coldly retorted, "Ha, a relative of the Duke of Winchester... I am a relative of His Majesty the King!"

The guards showed no mercy whatsoever.

Wayne, who had been restraining himself from using too much force, finally lost his temper. "Tasia, knock them out first."

The moment the words left his mouth, the soil beneath his feet began to swell, soften, and flow.

The soil, no longer hard, has turned into a kind of colloid, making it extremely difficult to get rid of once you're stained with it.

All the guards moved at a speed more than ten times slower, making it look from a distance like a farcical silent play.

Everything in sight was sinking.

The horses were startled and neighed as they ran in all directions, but the more they darted about in the mud, the faster they sank into it.

The leader's eye twitched as he watched his horse disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Unexpectedly, it's a big fish."

He stepped over the other guards, leaped, and landed on a high point made up of many stacked wooden frames.

Then, he spread his arms and drew something in mid-air.

A strange, blood-red symbol appeared, and the temperature in the air seemed to be slowly rising.

"Without providing proof of inspection, their first move is a deadly one."

Wayne said in a deep voice, "So, can I take that you harbored ulterior motives from the start?"

The man ignored him.

"Colluding with the rebels deserves to die!" A huge pillar of fire shot out from the symbol in front of him, with dragons and snakes dancing in the scorching flames.

"...Don't worry, I'll take care of it right away."

Wayne turned back and briefly comforted Chris, then raised his hand and summoned a cube-shaped earth elemental shield to protect her inside.

I don't know why.

Just as the fire was about to break through the flames after everything was set up, Wayne suddenly remembered... how to make beggar's chicken.

Beggar Chris was completely unaware of his rebellious thoughts.

She parted her lips slightly and uttered a few words to him.

However, because the earth element completely isolated the air inside and outside, Wayne couldn't understand what she was saying.

"It'll be ready soon." He smiled at her, the corners of his mouth curving upwards.

But when he turned around and looked at the person with the feathers on his head, his expression was not so pleasant.

"Did they deserve to die?" he retorted.

"Since you've already come to this realization, don't blame me for what happens next."

Although becoming Eikos grants her superhuman magical powers, making it easy for her to transform three-dimensional objects into two-dimensional ones and vice versa.

At the same time, Wayne did not slack off in his study of earth magic.

What would happen if one reinterpreted their own magic using a different dimensional method of magical operation?

That will naturally happen...

Another level of magical spells.

The surrounding mud surged and rose, forming a sealed giant egg in the blink of an eye, trapping everyone present inside.

Come to me.

Wayne called out to Tasia.

Chapter 275 The Lord of Costa

In the flowing mud, only a small flat area remained undisturbed.

Tasia was among them, occasionally seizing the opportunity to summon magic pillars to strike the heads of those people, who would immediately become dizzy and fall to the ground.

But after a short while, they would struggle to get up again.

It seems that Tasia is not very skilled at knocking out others.

Upon hearing Wayne's shout, Tasia immediately retreated.

Behind her, a dry passage forms almost simultaneously, but the mudflow closes up again as soon as she passes through.

The person wearing the feather headdress twitched at the corner of their mouth.

"This is the first time I've ever seen such disgusting earth magic."

Wayne dismissed it, "Don't worry, you'll see something even more disgusting soon."

“They… seem to have ulterior motives,” Tasia whispered.

If the initial minor friction is quickly resolved, it can still be seen as an eagerness to capture the rebels.

However, since they persisted even after revealing their identities, things seemed to be more complicated than they appeared.

“There’s at least an 80% chance they’re trying to use us as scapegoats,” Wayne said. “The remaining 20% ​​chance is that they’re after Chris and me.”

He wasn't naive enough to think that the Winchester family, as a great noble family, was immune to attack.

In a sense, those in high positions are actually more dangerous.

Especially considering that Chris was practically powerless.

Once Chris is under control, it's foreseeable that Elliott and Ashville will spare no effort to ensure her safety.

...That is precisely why the methods used to dispel those people's delusions should be even more ruthless.

He reached out his hand to those people.

Countless thorns protrude from the giant egg.

……

The city of Costa, the city lord's mansion.

To be able to serve as the lord of such an important city, Count Alec had to put in an unimaginable amount of effort.

Because of all that has been given...

Therefore, we must now make double the compensation.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

At first, he only accepted small gifts from his subordinates or friends.

That's nothing. The art of gift-giving is a compulsory part of the aristocratic curriculum, and even kings cannot avoid it.

But the gifts they received kept increasing in number and amount.

Bribery quickly became rampant in the city of Costa.

Anyone who holds a public office in the city must have paid a bribe that is ten or even a hundred times their actual salary before taking office.

He finally realized that this might have some hidden dangers.

Although he had a close relationship with one of His Majesty's close advisors, even if some problems arose, they could be effectively prevented from being exposed and would not end up on the King's table.

But that close advisor had given him the same stern warning before.

"His Majesty the King is like a silent boulder on the seashore. There are things he may not say, but he remembers them all clearly in his heart," the gentleman told him.

"Once he sets his sights on you, it won't be so easy to get away."

The king's public image has always been that of an amiable and approachable ruler.

He always humbly accepted the advice of his ministers. Even when someone spoke rudely, as long as their talents were valued by the king, the king would never punish them.

It should be a blessing for them to have such a good-tempered king.

That's what Alek thinks.

However, compared to the rumors circulating outside, he trusted the judgment of that close advisor more.

After all, he had only met the king a few times, so he naturally knew less about His Majesty than that close advisor.

That statement was practically an admission that the king was very vengeful.

He knew he couldn't bear the King's attention.

After receiving the warning, he did feel a sense of urgency and genuinely wanted to curb some of his excessive actions.

However, if you expand too much, it becomes difficult to turn around.

Even the close advisor who cleaned up the mess for him probably didn't know what he had actually done all these years. As long as he had transferred a lot of money to them, they wouldn't care about the trivial matters behind the scenes.

But they didn't realize that they knew perfectly well what was going on.

Alec knew his real problems went far beyond those, so he wanted to take action first and eliminate the few most likely sources of anger.

however--

This collection, however, has caused problems.

Fortunately, the man was just a minor baron, and he has now been taken into custody by the city guards he had dispatched.

Just do it as usual, accuse him of colluding with the rebels, torture him to death, and that will suffice.

Alec remembered the resentful look on the face of that Baron Horace... no, now a commoner... when he looked at him.

Ha! How ridiculous.

Did you really think you could stir up any trouble in your own hands?

As long as anyone dares to stand up for him—

Who was the rebel who was meeting him?

...I want to see who dares to speak loudly in front of me, the city lord, in the city of Costa.

Count Alec lowered his head, took a small sip of his black tea, and smiled smugly.

"It's terrible! Lord City Lord! Something horrific has happened!"

Someone rushed in looking flustered.

Startled, Ali almost swallowed the tea into his nose.

He frowned, his voice icy: "What happened?"

Unless it's something truly serious, he'll teach this reckless pawn a lesson about propriety.

"Wen... Wen, Wen..."

The soldier stammered and tried to imitate the sound of a mosquito for a long time.

Alec slammed his teacup on the table. "If you don't know how to speak properly, I can make sure you never have to speak again."

Startled, the soldier swallowed hard before he could finally straighten his tongue.

"The Duke of Winchester's children caused trouble at the city gate, severely injuring the city guards and hanging them by the roadside as a warning!"

Alek's eyes suddenly widened.

……

The city of Costa, outside the city gate.

A row of earthen pillars stood straight along the roadside, ensuring that everyone passing through the city gate could see this peculiar sight.

Wayne leaned against the shade of a tree, silently admiring the six figures before him, whose faces were bruised and swollen, and whose bodies were covered in blood.

With Tasia's help, there's no need to worry about them dying too quickly.

There are still six survivors; they should be able to come up with something.

Not far from him, under the city gate, many guards stood silently to one side, watching.

It's not that they didn't want to stop this farce.

Rather, Wayne had preemptively escalated the situation.

They hung the men up in a grand display, loudly proclaiming that these guards had dared to assassinate Duke Wincher's children and demanding that the city lord himself come out and explain. This had already attracted a large crowd of onlookers.