My older sister is a villainous rich girl

When he heard that Bulwer's testimony had actually cleared Simon of suspicion, Wayne knew that things had probably taken a new turn.

He didn't think that Bulwer, who wanted to use this opportunity to rebuild the king's trust in him, would spontaneously cover for Simon.

Therefore, there is only one correct answer—even at this point, the situation is still under Simon's control.

However, the assassins had indeed appeared and were killed. Given their audacity in causing trouble at such an important occasion, they were certainly not ordinary people; they were most likely mages with considerable combat power.

Magicians are an extremely valuable resource in any country, and cannot be used as disposable commodities.

But he used it anyway... This only shows that in his eyes, the reward would come very quickly.

When Wayne realized this, he suddenly discovered the problem—

Oops!

Creating chaos and taking the opportunity to get close to the king was part of Simon's plan!

Simon, who had just been looking down with his head slightly lowered, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at His Majesty the King's face in the dim light.

He seemed to want to say something after Bulwer's words.

But at the same time, a cluster of eerie blue flames ignited in his palm—a murderous intent was instantly revealed! A dazzling rainbow shot out, charging straight towards the king's location with unstoppable momentum.

Everyone present was stunned. Wayne only had time to throw whatever dishes, cutlery, and other odds and ends he could grab at him with all his might. But before they could even touch his body, they were repelled by that incomparably sharp magic.

It's almost there, right in front of us.

The day that my long-cherished wish of nearly twenty years can be fulfilled is now!

In Simon's eyes, there was only that one goal.

—The only true assassin on this journey has always been myself.

He's willing to risk everything for this.

……

His real name is Lambert.

He served as a royal guard for a long time in the Kingdom of Stuart.

For ordinary noble families who were not particularly prominent, this was originally a rare honor, often meaning that their family was trusted by the king and was about to be given important responsibilities.

However, this honor not only brought him the luck to stand out from the crowd, but also the misfortune that haunted him throughout his life.

Because, at the age when he was just beginning to experience love, he met the kingdom's most innocent and romantic princess.

How long ago was that?

It feels like it happened just yesterday.

If I hadn't been chosen to serve as a royal guard, perhaps I wouldn't be in this situation today.

However, Lambert never regretted it.

Even if it means losing his name, his identity, and the love he has been pursuing... he is determined to complete this revenge that has been brewing for nearly twenty years.

"—Stop!" He faintly heard a familiar shout.

But he ignored it.

At this moment, all that arose in his heart was pleasure.

However, the person who was about to die by his hand slowly revealed a smile on his face.

Simon was slightly taken aback, finally realizing something was wrong, but it was too late for him to react.

Between the two, who were seemingly without any obstruction, powerful magic suddenly intertwined and formed chains, binding Simon's neck and suspending him.

An unassuming old man dressed in royal court attire stepped out from behind His Majesty the King.

"Mr. Simon, this is troublesome."

Even in the face of this unexpected turn of events, His Majesty the King did not back down an inch and thanked him politely.

The man he called Mr. Simon did not answer, but instead fixed his gaze on Wayne, who was leaning against the wall in the distance.

“Young man, you have a very quick reaction time,” he said.

Wayne found his voice very familiar and momentarily lost in thought.

The situation was quelled in the blink of an eye. The queen, who had been shouting "Stop!" in a panic, finally arrived late with the nobles from the other side of the banquet hall.

Seeing Simon's face flushed red and struggling in pain, almost unable to breathe, the usually elegant queen lost her composure. "Please...please put him down, Your Majesty."

The king gave him a cold glance.

“Since it is the Queen’s request, then let go of his neck first,” the King said.

Mr. Simon did as he was told and reduced the amount of magic he had used, no longer gripping Simon's neck, but still leaving him suspended in mid-air.

Simon, breathing in fresh air again, gasped for breath, still staring intently at the king's figure.

Before the king could even ask a question, the queen rushed forward and demanded angrily, "Simon, why did you do this?!"

Upon hearing the Queen's voice, Simon's expression changed slightly.

However, his attitude did not improve.

“For no reason,” he said. “It’s my own choice, and it has nothing to do with anyone else.”

A moment of silence fell over the room.

There was a vague premonition that some secret was about to be revealed, and everyone seemed unsure how to react.

"no……"

The queen looked at him with extreme disappointment. "Didn't you promise me that those things were all in the past?"

Simon's lips trembled for a moment before he said in a low voice, "...I can't get through."

He seemed unwilling to speak to the Queen any longer, raising his voice slightly as if making a serious statement.

“I took advantage of the King and Queen’s trust, and that is my sin. I accept whatever punishment I receive.”

The king suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha..."

"How ridiculous! Do you think assassinating a king is such a trivial matter?"

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but there seemed to be a hint of excitement in his voice.

"..."

With his head down, Simon continued, "I come from a small town on the border of Lornes. There, Your Majesty, on your orders, a group of people were forcibly conscripted to build border fortifications, resulting in heavy casualties..."

"Stop making up stories!" the king snapped.

"Do you think I don't know who you are, Lambert?" he said coldly, uttering a name the other had abandoned for over a decade.

Simon's expression changed.

"And you, my dearest wife." The king turned his gaze to the queen.

The nobles present were all silent and very uncomfortable.

"Heh." The king chuckled first, then angrily threw his expensive ornaments at the queen.

The bracelet broke apart, scattering jewelry all over the ground.

Richard couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward: "Father, we can discuss this further when we get back—"

"Shut up!"

The king was like a rooster ready to fight at any moment, and even when he looked at his son, there was no warmth in his eyes.

“This is your first lesson, Richard,” he said. “Don’t be soft-hearted, or you’ll be the only one who dies.”

Chapter 490 Hidden Story?

Many, many years ago.

In the Kingdom of Stuart, there lived a kind and intelligent princess.

She cared for all her servants, and her every action conformed to the teachings of royal etiquette. As the youngest daughter, she was favored by the king.

—Her future husband will surely be an outstanding person.

That's what everyone around was saying.

Lambert, who was a member of the royal guard, shared the same view.

Even though he was always involuntarily drawn to the princess's cheerful figure, and even though he was always involuntarily reminded of her, Lambert still believed that the princess deserved to spend her life with the best, the boy she loved most.

However, the princess never received such a person.

All she got in return was the marriage contract she was obligated to fulfill with the crown prince of the neighboring country.

The princess's opinion was irrelevant, and the so-called favor was nothing but a beautiful illusion. Unable to disobey the king's orders, the princess was refused entry and wept in despair at being denied an audience.

Under the eaves on the other side, Lambert watched silently for a very long time.

He heard that resentful accusation: "I don't want to marry a prince I've never met, and I don't want to leave my own country!"

Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Lambert's heart and drawing blood.

"Did you hear that?" She said she didn't want to.

However, the king never gave any further response, and the princess could only leave silently after crying herself to exhaustion.

For reasons unknown, Lambert followed the much thinner figure.

Under a tree in the courtyard, the princess sat alone on a stone chair, lost in thought. After hesitating for a moment, Lambert silently walked over.

“It’s you, Lambert.” Seeing her familiar guard and friend, she gave a somber smile.

"You say... that Father King doesn't feel any reluctance at all to send his daughter abroad?" Her voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed as if a gentle breeze could dissipate it.

She married into his royal family and may never have the chance to return.

Lambert closed his eyes.

He hated those in power who only knew how to scheme and pursue their own interests, and he hated this country that could not tolerate pure souls.

“My father told me that this is the duty I must fulfill as a princess of Stuart…” Her clear eyes were no longer fixed on Lambert, but she regarded him, who happened to be there at this moment, as the only confidant who could listen to her heart, and said many things that she could not usually tell outsiders.

"He also said that the responsibility of maintaining the friendship between the two countries will now be entrusted to me."

That's not how it works.

“How ridiculous… this so-called friendship between nations,” the princess said.

Lambert was heartbroken.

After regaining her composure, the princess stood up and apologized to him: "I'm sorry... I said a lot of useless nonsense to you, please don't take it to heart."

“No! It’s not just useless nonsense,” Lambert vehemently denied.

“I…I will speak to His Majesty the King and ask him to rescind the order.”

This was the only solution he could think of.

However, the princess shook her head.

"It's no use."

"The alliance between the two countries has long been established, and everyone has gotten what they wanted. There is no going back... Perhaps this is why my father has doted on me so much all these years, but now he is unwilling to see me again."

Seeing the guard's face, which looked like he was about to cry, the princess's gaze softened.

He was a very good person, and there was a time when she was moved by his thoughtfulness.

Unfortunately, we were ultimately not meant to be.

“Lambert,” she said.

"I will remember you. Please live your life well."

In the end, the princess concealed her sorrow and, surrounded by thousands and in a grand ceremony, married the only prince of the Kingdom of Saint Loens at the time.

It is said that her dowry alone filled ninety-nine carriages, and for the next ten years, every girl dreamed of having such a magnificent wedding.

But did that princess, who was envied by outsiders, truly find happiness?

Lambert knew she wouldn't be happy.

What truly robbed her of her happiness was precisely what she wanted to protect.