I'll Make It a Bad Ending Like a Villain

Chapter 131

Ian had been visiting the swordsmanship academy since the morning and was going through the papers Weaver had handed him.

Weaver’s face was dark as he looked at Ian.

The document Ian was looking at was a list of cadets’ biographical information, and he was in the process of identifying rank-and-file soldiers who would participate in the Cohen War.

In fact, up to this point, Ian had seldom sought out cadets to join the war, since the Crown Prince seldom attended the war in person.

In most cases, however, the commander of the Imperial Knights would come and pick out a few cadets and put up a notice in front of the dormitory to recruit those who would participate on their own.

But unlike the other days, Ian was going through the cadets’ list himself because he was the one who planned this war.

Cohen’s alliance with the Alvar Empire was not good.

Ian was the first to notice that it would not be long before he attacked the Alvar Empire in order to seize its territory.

So the Alvar Empire planned to strike Cohen before they invaded, and intensified military training.

They intended to strike Cohen first, and then liberate the city that had been under their control and bring them back to the alliance.

There was one reason why Ian was so active in this plan.

To erase the damn rumors that are heard among the people.

The emperor of the Alvar Empire and his father ordered him to gain the trust of his people at all costs.

And this war will prove the qualities of the crown prince who will inherit the throne in the future.

Ian said to Weaver.

“I’ll give you a report today to see which of the three rank-and-file cadets who have passed the promotion exam this time have intermediate and high level skills.”

Ian added, flipping through the papers.

“In addition, we are going to select about twenty cadets from among the official knights who will go to war on their own.”

He was talking about cadets who would serve as bullet bearers in war.

Weaver replied with a small sigh.

“Yes, I will report the applicant from the filling.”

Of the three rank-and-file cadets that Ian mentioned earlier, taking the best cadets was a form of asking them for support with special conditions.

They weren’t just bullet bearers.

Ian closed the papers with the cadets’ list and roughly set them down on Weaver’s desk.

He immediately turned and took a step away, stopping his movements.

Ian’s gaze glanced again at Weaver’s desk.

His eyes were drawn to a file that Weaver had set aside for information about the cadets who had been appointed as regular knights.

But the last place Ian’s eyes stopped was a photograph of Henry Argeny at the top of the papers.

Then he scanned a picture of Filina a little further down.

His eyes sank coldly.

‘That’s because Henry wanted the two of them to move.’

Filina’s voice penetrated into her head.

Henry’s face, which stood beside her as if it were in its place, also crossed his mind.

When Inje Bonnie went to catch a rebel guild member who had gone into hiding at the military academy, the two of them were still together.

He remembered now the amethyst-like eyes that he didn’t know how to fall from Philina.

Ian’s face hardened bloodily.

Weaver, who had been looking at him quietly, opened his mouth with a puzzled expression.

“Your Highness, why do you do that?”

Then Ian’s golden pupils stared sharply at Weaver. I could see his shoulders shaking. His eyes were eerily cold.

Ian lowered his gaze again, took a quick glance at the papers on Weaver’s desk, and then opened his mouth.

“Henry Argeny.”

A completely unexpected name jumped out of him, and Weaver wrinkled his eyebrows slightly.

“What about Lord Argeny . . .”

Ian raised his mouth gently.

“Rumor has it that he has excellent swordsmanship, and I want to see it with my own eyes.”

Weaver’s eyes widened. He understood what Ian meant.

Ian stared at Weaver with a blank face, lazily pulling his lips apart.

“Advise Argeny to take part in this war yourself, Andra Weaver.”

Weaver asked, surprised by his clear voice.

“…… Are you inviting him to participate? Isn’t the imperial family sending you a request for assistance?”

Weaver looked at Ian in bewilderment.

There was a stark difference between a cadet sending an application to participate in the war in person and the imperial court requesting assistance from an individually qualified person.

If they volunteered to participate in the war, the imperial family was not responsible for their deaths.

Therefore, they were used as bullet points.

However, if the imperial court sought out cadets and asked for assistance, they were minimally responsible for their deaths.

So, now Ian was saying that he was going to use Henry as a bullet point in the war.

Weaver couldn’t hide his surprise and opened his mouth.

“Your Highness, Lord Argeny is a knight with a promising future. If you die in a war, you’re missing out on one of the best talents. Moreover, Lord Argeny has just been appointed a knight….”

“Andra Weaver.”

Ian cut his words out in a heavy voice.

“I don’t care how smug Argeny is. If he were to die in this war, that would be better.”

“Ha, but……”

Weaver tried to dry him off somehow, but Ian spoke again, expressionless.

“In this war, only the most skilled members of the Honorary Imperial Knights were selected. They intensified their military training and replaced all their weapons with new ones. In addition, the cadets who will participate in this war will also be moved after fully participating in special training.”

Despite his firm voice, Weaver said with a face that was not reassuring.

“Why don’t you send a request for support from the Imperial Court to Lord Argeny? Sir Argeny would be no match for the Imperial Knights.”

Weaver’s words contorted Ian’s face in disbelief. Weaver wondered if he had just said something he shouldn’t have said.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I had no idea what was wrong.

That’s because Ian’s request was just a ridiculous farce.

Now he seemed to want to somehow get Henry into a dangerous pit of fire.

Maybe Henry had done something wrong with him.

He seriously doubted.

Ian drew a cold smile with twisted lips.

“You can’t send a request for support to Argeny. Instead, the imperial court will do the same with those who send you requests, so try to get them to volunteer themselves somehow.”

Ian said as he walked leisurely toward the door of the Oval Office.

“Well, I’m looking forward to getting the report I want. Andra Weaver.”

Weaver bit her bottom lip and bowed her head in greeting.

Only the sound of doors opening and closing in the desolate space was loud.

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After class, she remained in the training room for a while.

While she and Henry were training in swordsmanship, Lawrence’s call took him away for a while, and she spent the rest of the day practicing alone, until the class ended.

The instructor handed the books and writing utensils Henry had left behind to his partner, Philina.

Henry would come back here anyway, so I told him to stay for a while and hand him over when he came.

Before she knew it, all the cadets had left the training room, and she was left alone.

He was sitting on the floor, staring out the window at the sunlight.

Then, through the silence, I heard the sound of a door opening.

As he walked into the training room to collect the things Henry had left behind, his eyes widened when he saw Philina left alone.

“…… Are you there yet?”

He smiled faintly and stepped in front of Philina.

Then, when he saw his book in her hand, he looked embarrassed.

“Oh…, was that what you were left with?”

Henry sat bent in front of her and handed her my things with a cautious gesture.

“…… I’m sorry this must have bothered you. Sir Debussy.”

His voice had no power. The corners of his mouth looked up at his face, too.

Filina replied with a light smile.

“That’s when you have to say thank you.”

Henry’s purple eyes slowly rose at the sound of her low voice. He stared at Filina with a very distressed face.

She met his gaze silently, and Henry averted his eyes first.

He opened his mouth with a faint sigh.

“…… Your voice is so sweet.”

Henry blurted his frown and said to himself:

“You said you didn’t like it, but why are you suddenly being so kind to me…, I don’t know why.”

Philina, who had been staring at him intently, asked, tilting her head at an angle.

“So, do you want me to be as angry as I used to be?”

At her question, Henry pursed his lips and shook his head.

“…… Nope.”

“Neither do I. I don’t want to be distracted by you anymore.”

She sighed and laughed.

“Whatever… It’s a bit of a liberation.”

Henry stared at her with a face that didn’t understand. Philina, who had been staring dryly into his purple eyes, continued in a low voice.

“People tend to be helpless when they are in a frustrating situation repeatedly. I wonder if this is the same thing.”

“…….”

“It’s just that now…, everything doesn’t make sense.”

Philina smiled helplessly and opened her mouth.

“Even being mad at you.”

That was harsh on Henry.

It sounded as if the reason I was angry with myself all this time was because I was looking for my last hope. But now even that hope has vanished.

If so, there was no need for Philina to be so affectionate.

He lowered his head, chewing on his bottom lip.

“…… It’s so tight in my chest.”

Henry muttered, his hand wrapped his hand around his forehead.

“I don’t know why it’s so painful.”

A hot breath slipped between his lips. It was funny that it looked like it was going to fall apart at any moment.