The Reincarnated Saint Aims For The Friendship End!

Cattleya POV

“Then, in that case, why did you attack the Saint’s Faction with a ridiculous group called the Skull Corps? Donning masks and ordering people to attack someone, I don’t think it’s something that the House Pottinger would do.”

Vivian-sama slowly shook her head.

“I couldn’t let Michael lose to that baker anymore, don’t you understand?” Vivian-sama said. “But even with three times the strength, Cattleya, it’s your fault. How are you going to take responsibility, I have to wonder?”

Responsibility? I’m not going to take anything like that.

For such a silly reason, did Onii-sama do such a silly farce?

“Michael, your sister is an idiot. She’s far too stupid. What’s the point of destroying my schemes and tricks and arrogantly protesting about it?”

Grave spat it out, yes, he said that.

This man is a spy combatant who disguised himself as a 3rd-year butler and sneaked into the school.

He was an ugly man with narrow eyes and a pockmarked face.

“Why are you approaching the Saint’s Faction? Answer me that,” Grave said.

“I’m not close to the Saint’s Faction, I just have friends there,” I said.

“A northern noble who wields a sword, such a friend has no value nor utility,” Deborah said.

Friends aren’t meant to be used, what are you talking about, Chicken Lady?

“Well, it’s fine, if you can get close to the Saint’s Faction, you’ll be a boon in the midst of misfortune, just join the Saint’s Faction and kill Caroline and the baker when you can,” Vivian-sama said.

“…Why Albright-sama, as well?” I asked.

“Urusai, that kind of thing has nothing to do with you!” Vivian-sama yelled.

I wonder why that is?

I get the feeling that Vivian-sama hates Caroline-sama more than she hates Makoto.

A haze of distrust spreads deep inside my chest.

Is this person really the person I respected?

“Very well, approach them and kill them,” Vivian-sama said. “With your skills, it should be easy. Do this by dawn, and House Pickering will be raised to the rank of viscount.”

“I must respectfully decline,” I said.

“… I wonder if I misheard, I believe I heard words of refusal, but I wonder if you’re really going to go against my words?” Vivian-sama said.

“Cattleya, be careful, who do you think you’re in front of?” the Chicken Lady yells.

Grave frowns.

The bloodlust of Onii-sama behind me swells.

“I refuse, that’s not what a knight does. A knight is not an assassin,” I said.

Shin, silence fell in the office.

“You seem to have forgotten your pride as a noble after being contaminated by that false saint,” Vivian-sama said.

“Maybe so. The Saint’s Faction is more comfortable than this one,” I said.

“Ar-Are you saying that I’m inferior to that baker’s daughter?!” Vivian-sama stammered.

When I silently nodded, Vivian-sama’s face turned bright red.

A look of anger emerges.

That’s it, the depth of emotion is too shallow, and it hits the bottom and goes into a frenzy immediately.

After all, it seems that Vivian-sama was not good enough to offer my sword to.

“Grave!!! Tear this woman into pieces!! Smash her pride as a human, make her fall into little more than a sow, and throw her into the girls’ dormitory!!!”

“Yes, understood,” Grave said.

I looked at Grave as his eyes licked my body with a shallow smile.

Now then, is my life up to this point?

Koishi, I’m sorry I made you sad after we just became friends.

I put my hand on the hilt of my sword.

The bloodlust of Onii-sama in the back swells.

It won’t reach Vivian-sama, but I want to cut down Grave and Deborah at least.

Onii-sama’s bloodlust disappeared, he passed by me and fell on the floor smoothly flowing like water.

Onii-sama was kneeling on the ground.

“Please forgive my sister, I beg you, Vivian-sama.”

“Wh-What are you saying, such an insult…”

“I beg you,” Onii-sama pleaded in a quiet voice.

My proud Onii-sama…

This can’t be.

Please stop.

“Michael-kyou, that idiot said something that should never have been said,” Grave said. “She deserves to die!! Do not interfere with her punishment!”

“That’s right, that’s right, Michael-kyou, you are the face of our military power, but if you think that you can be granted any wish, you’re wrong,” Deborah added.

Grave and Deborah chastise my Onii-sama.

My chest feels tight and I feel like crying.

Onii-sama.

Vivian-sama looked down at Onii-sama with eyes like glass.

“I don’t need people from House Pickering anymore. Michael, you are all talk, always losing to the baker’s daughter and you, Cattleya, you are cheeky and rebellious. This is the worst for a knight retainer family”

Onii-sama’s shoulders tremble at our family being insulted.

I’m sorry for my selfishness…

Onii-sama.

“I will banish House Pickering from Duke Pottinger’s Faction,” Vivian-sama said. “Grave, reduce him and his sibling to swine.”

“Is that any way to speak to a human being?!! Vivian Pottinger!!!”

Naturally, a great shout came from my mouth and I drew my sword.

I was furious.

I don’t understand politics, but my knightly pride was roaring like a lion, driving me to slay the villainy before me.

Grave pulls out the rapier from his waist, and Deborah prepares her riding whip.

Vivian-sama calmly covered her face with an iron fan.

“Ara, ara, I’ve come to a dangerous place, haven’t I~?”

When I turned around to hear a cheerful voice that didn’t fit the occasion, there was Hilda Mahler, the daughter of the Venomous Spider, laughing in a glamorous and enchanting manner.