Beware of the Villainess!

Jack, that bastard, had better come to the same place he had broken into pieces, sit calmly, and bark kindly at me. That was my intention. To feel a little guilty.

“Please let the guards know if a red-haired man arrives at the main gates. And should he not arrive at the main gates in time…….”

I leisurely ordered Hayley and gestured with a hand for her retreat.

At the same time, I unsheathed the sword that hung at my hip.

Shing.

The noise echoed throughout the garden.

“……Tell him that I’ll shatter his skull next time if he doesn’t come to his senses and continues to crawl into the estate in such a manner.”

I smiled brightly as I directed my words towards the bright red ball of fur that bounced off the edge of my sword. It was as I expected, but I was speechless at the fact that he was so predictable.

It appeared that Jack Ponton, whose learning ability is less than our household’s lapdog, had decided to enter the estate the same through as before instead of walking respectably through the front door.

However, this time I was different.

Jack rolled across the well kept grass of the garden with a shocked expression which emphasized his two eyes that looked as if they would pop out at any moment.

“Oh my. It’s not pleasant to see you again, Jack Ponton. Even if you’ve boiled your etiquette in stew and slurped it up, to think to jump over the fence and come down from the air yet again. What are you, some kind of ultimate blockhead.”

Seeing how he sat quietly as he stared blankly into the air despite my sarcasm and mocking, it must have been quite a shock. Of course, there was no practice of swordsmanship that could successfully repel a werewolf.

However, there existed a ‘sword’ that could repel even werewolves.

“……Hey! You……! You, wha, you…… F…… What happ……!”

“How strange. My name is Melissa Podebrat. It is neither ‘hey’ nor ‘you’.”

I elegantly swung the sword whose edge shone silver towards the Jack, who had recovered and immediately started to lay out several words.

“……Um, T…… Okay, P,Potengurat, yup. Anyways! Just now! What did you do! Was that magic? That’s cheating!”

“It’s Podebrat. Stop barking because it’s noisy. Clearly what happened just now was due to my own ability.”

I clicked my tongue as though he was pathetic and looked down at Jack Ponton who had not a shred of thought on standing up.

Of course it was all a bluff. Though my swordsmanship wasn’t terrible, it was not to the extent that I would be able to win when faced against a werewolf.

All of this was a result of my superior equipment.

The sword of simple design and a blade that shone slightly silver was in actuality one of the hidden treasures of the Basilios Royal Family. It’s existence was a fact that even the current Royal Family did not know of: a secret of secrets……. Is what I would like to say, but it was an unlucky sword that had been abandoned after the Emperor two generations ago had accidentally forgotten where he had last left it.

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Originally, near the end of the novel, Ian would find the blade and, drunken in its power, take over the title of the Empire’s greatest swordsman. I had stolen it in the mid……. No, brought it. Finders are keepers after all.

If one was to be nitpicky, there was the blood of the Royal Family amongst the ancestors of the Podebrat Household, so I, too, had the right to hold this sword.

In any case, this sword was incredibly strong. The sword itself had a myriad of magical totems and spells cast upon it, so it was hard to chip it, and even a three-year-old child would become a dangerous existence if they grasped the hilt of this sword.

Of course, it was heavily influenced by the caliber of its owner. So even if I grasped this sword, I may not be able to grow as strong as Ian had in the novel’s end.

However, at the very least, it was enough for me to restrain a werewolf who had not finished growing and developing their power. It was an equipment that was that much of a cheat. Though, clearly, it was made for the male protagonist.