Come to another world and become a lord

At night, the palace was brightly lit through the windows, illuminating the entire palace, forming a sharp contrast with the dark houses outside. A grand ball was being held in the banquet hall to celebrate Carl's official promotion to Viscount. The lights were bright, the music was melodious, and countless ministers, dressed in gorgeous dresses, showed luxury and elegance.

In this dazzling occasion, Carl, the protagonist of this event, stood near the door of the banquet hall, looking a little bored. This was not because he was so noble. In fact, whenever someone came in, he would greet them as the protagonist, and the latter would also express his congratulations politely. However, that was all. After both parties completed this necessary formality, they had no more relationship. Those nobles began to instinctively look for their original circles and gathered around the real dignitaries. Carl could only continue to wait at the door in boredom, waiting for the next guest to arrive.

Until he saw Myrna, who was wearing the same purple dress she had worn when they met at the Hidden Moon Pavilion. When she saw him, she said with some disdain:

"Serfs are serfs. Their nature remains unchanged~"

"Ah?" Her words left Karl confused.

But then I heard Myrna say:

"You are the protagonist of this scene."

Seeing Karl nod, she said arrogantly:

"Then why are you standing here like a welcoming attendant?"

"This..." Carl didn't know how to refute for a moment. In fact, he didn't want to, but he really couldn't fit in here. This was not like Henry's banquet at that time. Anyone here was far superior to him in status.

"Hmph~" Seeing that Karl didn't answer, Milna snorted in contempt, and then walked forward. But after taking only two steps, her leg accidentally hit a table.

Carl suddenly widened his eyes, looking puzzled, because the sound when Myrna hit the table was very abnormal, not just the sound of a person hitting something, there was a metallic sound, and a sound similar to the friction of leather. Then he suddenly realized that she was hiding something under her skirt.

"Wait a minute~" He pulled Milna almost reflexively, "Under your skirt..."

"Pa~" a slap hit his face, but it was not very heavy and not loud.

"You still have this habit?" Milna said angrily.

Karl first looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, he continued:

"What are you imagining? I mean you have something hidden in your skirt!"

After hearing Karl's words, Milna suddenly showed a smug look:

"You are quite capable. You discovered all this~"

Then she suddenly lifted up her skirt, which not only shocked Carl, but also made him see the lace-edged shorts under the skirt and the daggers tied to her thighs with two leather belts.

“This…” Karl was stunned, then lowered his voice and asked, “You brought weapons in?”

Seeing Milna nod, he couldn't help but say:

"Are you crazy?"

"You are crazy~" Myrna shouted.

"No, why did you bring weapons?" Carl looked helpless.

But I heard Milna proudly say:

"As a knight, you can't leave your sword."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about knights? Moreover, you dare to bring weapons to a banquet like this!"

"What, are you going to report me?" asked Myrna.

Carl shook his head helplessly again:

"Anyway, keep it away and don't take it out. I'll pretend I didn't see it~"

"Humph, I don't need a serf to teach me~"

Hearing what Myrna said, Carl didn't care that much. He had long been accustomed to her attitude towards him, and he didn't want to care about so many things now. His only attention was now focused on the door. He was waiting for someone to appear. When Alia appeared at the door in a red dress, he finally showed a sincere smile and held her arm like a true noble. Alia pointed to the table with food and red wine placed on the side of the banquet hall, and he nodded knowingly. If there was anything worth looking forward to at this ball, it was to find a place where no one would disturb Alia to eat, drink and chat.

Milna continued to walk forward, and when she saw Carl, she ignored her and became a little annoyed unconsciously. She instantly lost the mood to dance, but walked straight across the hall, went out from another door, and walked towards a small garden next to the banquet hall.

In the garden, the fourth prince Seba was sitting in a quiet pavilion, holding a maid-dressed girl in his arms. The girl was very beautiful, with blue eyes, cherry lips, and silver hair swaying gently in the moonlight, like a pure white lotus. She looked up at the prince with a hint of shyness in her eyes, gently moved his arm away and said:

"Well, I have to go. I have to take care of the guests."

"Guest?" Seba smiled faintly, "I am your only guest today."

He gently lifted the girl's chin with his fingertips. The girl shyly wanted to move away, but her hand held her tightly. Then he gently approached the girl's face, and under the moonlight, their lips lightly touched. The girl closed her eyes nervously, but her body honestly pressed against him.

After the kiss, Seba said softly, "Ella, I love you. I only want you in this life."

The maid also snuggled into the prince's broad arms and responded lovingly:

"I love you too, Seba."

Myrna felt like she was about to vomit, and a sour taste kept coming out of her throat. She had just wanted to come here to be quiet, but she ran into this kind of scene. What was wrong with this man? In her impression, fighting on the battlefield and making achievements was what a man, or a noble man, should do, and being with a woman every day and saying those disgusting love words was something only those scumbags who lived off women loved to do.

The maid called him Seba. Is this the fourth prince Seba? She couldn't believe that the man in front of her was actually a prince! Even the serf Carl was a hundred times better than him. At least he repelled the Great Khan, defeated Earl Morton again and again, experienced fighting on the battlefield, and won glory like a real knight... Wait, why did she think of Carl at this time? In the final analysis, it was the contrast effect. The man in front of her was so bad that she felt that Carl was a great hero.

She wanted to leave with some disgust, but stopped after taking a few steps. The fourth prince, Seba, wait, didn't His Majesty the King just mention to her father that she should marry this prince? Although her father refused on the spot, His Majesty the King didn't seem to be willing to give up. So this man might be her future fiancé. She was actually going to marry such a loser. Not only that, as a member of the royal family, he was actually having an affair with a lowly maid. It would be fine if they were having an affair, but he was doing it so disgustingly!

For a moment, she didn't know why, but a surge of anger inexplicably surged in her heart. It wasn't that she really cared about the Fourth Prince, but she was just unhappy with the behavior of these two people, and she was already in a bad mood. It was like sometimes, even if someone had nothing to do with you, after doing something that made you feel disgusted, you would occasionally have the urge to beat them up.

When she thought of this, she turned around again, her hand unconsciously touching the hilt of the sword hidden under her skirt, and she took two steps at a time, cursing as she walked:

"You two bitches! What are you doing sneaking around here?"

"You, who are you? What does what we do have to do with you?" Seba, who was standing aside, jumped up in fright at her shouting, and then spoke hesitantly.

"What did you say?" Hearing his words made Milna even more furious.

"My dear lady, Seba and I did not disturb anyone." The maid named Ella beside her hurriedly tidied her clothes, then bowed to her and said.

Myrna glared at the maid, then slapped her directly. With a crisp sound, the force was so great that the maid's fair face became red and swollen:

"Bitch, are you worthy enough to talk to me?"

“Stop!” Seeing his beloved woman being beaten, Seba didn’t care about anything else. He rushed forward to block the two of them, then pushed Myrna away and shouted, “Who are you? How dare you be so presumptuous here? I am the fourth prince!”

"Who am I? Well, listen carefully, I am Myrna Wilson!"

"You, you are the prime minister's youngest daughter?" After hearing her name, Seba was stunned for a moment and even took two steps back timidly.

Ella stepped back in horror, even feeling a little guilty: "Ms. Milna, yes, I'm sorry! Please forgive my rudeness."

Myrna glared at Ella again:

"Who do you think you are? You dare to call me by my name!"

For some reason, she thought of Karl again. Karl was just like the maid in front of her. They were a group of lowly people, mean and shameless, with filth running through their blood. Just look at this woman, she actually seduced the prince in the garden, how lowly she was!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She could no longer control her anger and suddenly drew out her dagger and stabbed it into Ella's heart. Ella's eyes were filled with disbelief. When she fell, she didn't even know what happened. Seba was caught off guard. No one expected this to happen. When he figured out what was going on, Ella was already lying on the ground, motionless, with a look of surprise on her face.

"Ella, Ella! No~ My love~ Speak~ Don't scare me~" Seba hugged Ella's body, tears blurring his vision. His world collapsed at that moment, he looked at Myrna, his eyes full of grief and anger, "Why? Why did you do this? Why?!"

Myrna was also standing there in a daze. She didn't know why she did this. She was just angry. Then she thought of Karl, and her anger intensified unconsciously. Then she drew the dagger without thinking. She didn't even really want to stab the girl. She just wanted to find a place to vent. But she stabbed her. What happened to her? She really regretted it, but it was too late.

The music at the party stopped, and people gathered around, each with a look of surprise and disbelief. Then Milna also saw Karl.

Carl and Alia stood together, both looking in her direction, and saw the female corpse on the ground, the crying Fourth Prince, and the blood-stained sword in Myrna's hand.

Then she heard Karl, almost trembling, say:

"Myrna, what have you done!"