['Dirty Bastard' title changes to - 'King's Bastard' title!]
[King's Bastard]
[Description: A neutral title given to a royal bastard.
Title Rank: Kingdom
Additional effects:
-People look at you as the 'King's Bastard'!
-Depending on your behavior, that gaze will either be one of contempt or respect!]
And so Raymond shed the label of "dirty bastard," a symbol of contempt.
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Late that evening.
The capital of the Kingdom of Droton.
Archduke Berard frowned.
"Raymond managed to pull off such a thing at the banquet?"
-...Yes, Your Highness.
Raymond!
It was a gnashing of teeth!
All his plans were being thwarted by him.
"How is the plan to assassinate Marquis Langham coming along?"
-Don't worry. I have taken care of it perfectly. I have delivered the 'Juice' recipe to the Royal Patissier.
Black, the servant in the crystal ball, spoke in a determined voice.
-Tomorrow, at this banquet, Marquis Langham will drink the juice and die of a broken heart, unable to speak.
It was a dreadful story, but to die after drinking 'juice'?
"What are the chances of being found out? We can't let them know we did it."
-No way, it's just ordinary juice, and even the royal patissier has no idea that what he's making can be poisonous.
That's the scary thing about this plot: they're not going to use poison.
They were going to take Marquis Langham's life with just plain 'juice'.
"And Raymond? Any chance he'll realize it's our plot?"
Black answered confidently this time.
-No. It is a plan that has been formulated thanks to the divine knowledge of His Highness the Archduke, and even he will not know that the juice is fatal to Marquis Langham's ailments.
As he said this, Black, in the crystal, was puzzled.
How does Archduke Berard have such great knowledge?
He was not even a healer.
Regardless, Archduke Berard was pleased with himself.
As far as he was concerned, there was no way Raymond could stop this.
For once, he would be helpless.
"Black. You have already failed three times."
Black tensed at the blunt voice.
"This is your last chance. Make it count."
Gulp.
Beyond the crystal ball, Black's hands shook with fear.
His master, Archduke Berard, would kill him if he failed this time.
-...I'll keep that in mind.
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