Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: The Female Knight You Discarded Turned Out to Be a Limited Edition
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To cut to the chase, Nudia's forces retreated without a fight.
They could have laid siege, but they didn't have much siege equipment, and securing supply lines was impossible.
On top of that, soldier morale plummeted decisively.
“You're here, Young Lord!”
Ever since Zhuge Liang's trap had worked.
No, ever since that moment he'd thrown himself into the fray to save even a single soldier on the battlefield, the knights and soldiers' attitudes toward Sion had flipped 180 degrees.
Their gazes, as if beholding a war hero or saintly warrior, made Sion's stomach churn.
“You've worked hard.”
“Not at all!”
Sion glanced toward the inside and hummed, stroking his chin.
He'd hung up a bait bucket just for show, and unexpectedly, a monster fish had bitten.
One he'd wanted to catch, no less!
'I didn't expect this.
Truly Zhuge Liang class.
Insane, legendary, let it rip.'
Sion stepped forward and stood before the iron bars.
He didn't sense any presence, but the breathing from within confirmed someone was there.
“Lishida Amstel, right?”
“...”
No reply, as expected.
If Margrave Territory knights had been standing beside him, they might have bellowed about insolence.
But Sion sat down casually, as if he'd anticipated it fully.
When the Margrave Territory's number two plopped down so nonchalantly before the frigid cell, the knight inside flinched visibly.
“I have one question.
Why'd you come into the castle?
All alone, no less?
You couldn't have thought it wasn't a trap, and for scouting, you're way too high-value.”
“...”
“No answer?”
“...”
“Lishida Amstel.
Were you planning to die?”
That hit the nail on the head.
Sion felt her startled gaze turn toward him and knew his guess was spot-on.
'Lishida Amstel.
The author hyped her up like she'd be Kim Yu-hyun's fierce rival later, fleshed out her backstory, even snuck in subtle praise within Hispania.
But her actual end? One line.
Purged for joining the rebellion!
That's it.
What the hell, a sudden purge out of nowhere?
Fans were baffled, but the author brushed it off in a postscript: Nudia Kingdom had internal issues from the start, so he purged the dissenters.
She wasn't even a heroine, never crossed swords with Kim Yu-hyun—just buildup and poof, gone. Hard to complain to the author without seeming picky.
Thus, Lishida Amstel vanished from the novel in a flash.
No one but the author knew why.
'But after beating the knights who followed her inside and got caught, the truth came out.'
Beating might be too strong—they didn't even need torture.
Lilith would sidle up, rub against them a couple times, and they'd fall under her charm, spilling emergency fund locations and even tales of shitting themselves mid-squat.
Lishida Amstel was a knight from a Nudian noble house guarding the border.
Skill, character, looks—all top-notch. Her lord even planned to make her his wife; her future looked bright.
Then one incident upended her life.
On personal business, she visited the palace and caught the Nudia King's eye.
A monarch blinded by lust, with countless concubines already.
He dragged the resisting Lishida to his bedchamber anyway.
'The real problem starts here.'
Normally, entering the king's bedchamber means becoming a concubine on the spot.
But the next day, Lishida left the palace still in knight's garb, knight's status intact.
Back home, she claimed nothing happened—just stood by the king's side.
But does the world ever play fair?
It's the same everywhere, isekai or not.
Even sharing a room overnight sparks rumors; imagine emerging from the king's bedchamber next morning.
Rumor mills ground Lishida down immediately, and her house couldn't escape the filth.
'Her lord flew into a rage.
Thought she'd ditched him for power, wagged her tail at the king, stripped and sold herself.'
If the king had summoned her publicly, maybe different—but Nudia's king said nothing.
Well, he did send a message.
Not to Lishida, but her house: 'Your knight insulted me.'
From key border house to king's enemy overnight, her lord cursed her to die.
If summoned, accept as concubine meekly or end it all.
Why live and drag him down? he screamed.
'...That lord's got brain damage.
No other explanation.'
Instead of protecting his own, he tells her to drop dead.
Once cherished, now: take another man or kill yourself.
'I kinda wanna see that lord's face now.'
Physiognomy's a science bordering on art; must've been a trash bag fluttering in the wind, whining.
Just hearing from the knights reeked of bullshit inferiority complex.
“Lishida.”
“...”
“Do you know who I am?”
At Sion's question, the knight nodded faintly.
She'd heard his voice once on the battlefield, once more when captured and slammed down.
Plus, the guard just yelled 'Young Lord!' outright.
“Still no answer.”
“...”
“Fine, whatever.
Wanted one last chat, but oh well.”
Sion stood and turned to leave.
Lishida braced for the returning silence.
“Bring her out.”
“Pardon?”
“That knight. Bring her out.”
“What do you mean...”
“I'm kicking her out.”
An order dumbfounding even the Margrave Territory knight—and Lishida inside.
Did I mishear?
But soon, after a blur, she found herself surrounded by knights, out of the dungeon, heading beyond the castle walls.
What the hell?
As she processed, the restraints vanished; she stood before Klauzen territory's gates.
Sword and horse returned too.
“Get out.”
“Pardon?”
“What, now that you're banished you talk?
Ruins the cool vibe.”
“What... what do you mean right now?”
“I said get out.
I don't wanna kill suicidal idiots, or feed and house prisoners.
Wastes time, money, even calories.”
Lishida blinked in shock.
She was a POW.
A knight, prime ransom.
A high-grade one, precious in Nudia.
Holding her could've fetched her weight in gold—yet released?
Impossible. Shouldn't happen.
“You're freeing me now?”
Just in case—sometimes POWs walked free unconditionally—she asked.
But his face twisted in sneer, voice sharp as ice.
“Freeing you?
Listen, you're mistaken. I'm not freeing you—I'm evicting you.
Told you: no service killing suicidal types.
Wanna die? Pay up, Gogh-nim.
Then painless one-shot to paradise, with aftercare prayers.”
Weird phrasing aside, gist: no intent to kill her suicidal ass from Klauzen side—just scram.
“What're you waiting for?
I said go.”
At Sion's words, Lishida unwittingly gripped the saddle, stepping forward.
Glancing at her sheathed sword beside it, reality hit.
'I'm...'
Can't go back. Shouldn't.
Her lord's final order—the one she'd called master, followed, trusted.
Go die.
Die and never return.
“Young Lord.”
“What.”
“I... I can't go back.”
“Can't?”
“Yes, so if you're releasing me, then...”
“Told you already, right?
Lishida Amstel.
This ain't a 'painless quick end' spot for suicidal visitors.
If you wanted death, fight to the end—not get caught and hassle us?”
“That's...”
As Lishida opened her mouth, Sion cut her off with action.
He yanked her sword from the saddle, tossed it at her feet.
“Do it yourself.”
“...Huh?”
“You wanna die, right?
Do it yourself.
Win-win: you die your way, we toss the corpse in fire—no effort.”
“...”
“Wanna die? Die.
Don't beg others—do it solo.”
Sion crossed his arms, staring as if waiting.
“...”
Lishida eyed the sword at her feet, then knelt.
Stared longer, reached out.
Shiiiing—
Chilling ring; silver blade gleamed.
So sharp, its edge pierced the air just looking.
She raised her gripping hand slowly.
Cold steel kissed her throat; slight pressure burned, liquid trickled to collarbone.
“A bit more force, artery snaps, bleed out.
Fades painlessly—decent way. Though freezing cold probably.”
Die.
Must die.
Escape this hell.
End it, end...
'I'm...'
Do I really wanna die?
Must I?
Without regrets, happy.
Can I close my eyes like that?
“Ahh...”
A hazy sigh—or sob?—escaped Lishida.
How'd it come to this?
Never wanted this life.
Just loyal knight to a protecting lord, like others.
“If it were me.”
Sion's sudden voice drew her tear-filled gaze.
“If I were you, I'd kill with my own hands.
If you were my subordinate.
No lord tells his to 'go die solo.'
Better kill themselves—can't stomach rivals profiting.”
“What... do you...”
“Can't protect a sub, can't punish one properly—yet calls himself lord?
Just a coward perv bastard.
Pathetic fuck begging for 'master' cries.”
Sion grabbed her trembling hands.
Guided them to the sword, pressed it back to her throat helpfully.
“Wanna die? I'll help.
But know this: dying here, that 'lord' won't bat an eye.
...Wait, not even lord anymore?
He ditched you—said you're no sub. No relation left.”
“Such...”
“You're discarded, Lishida Amstel.
Utterly, without doubt.”
Her eyes quaked as she stared at Sion.
“So.”
Sion leaned in, whispering devilishly soft.
“Discard him too.
Toss that shitlord like trash.
Then find a new lord who'll never abandon you.
Who knows?
Might be closer than you think.”
[Author's Note]
Beep—Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.