I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 74 Fraud
now,

After a chaotic and disorganized initial exchange of blows,
Based on the power and speed Hector displayed during his actions, Sua roughly estimated his opponent's ability stats, which, in terms of panel descriptions, would look like this—

Hector, Strength: D, Agility: D-, Endurance: D- (starting), Mana: Unknown, Noble Phantasm: Unknown

Before arriving here, Hector had already used his Noble Phantasm to kill Lucan, and the commotion could be clearly seen from several kilometers away. Therefore, we can temporarily rule out this kind of miracle that can determine the situation on the battlefield and make a decisive move.

So at this point

Hector is a slightly more troublesome top-tier master knight than Hammond.

After being enhanced by Melly, Suya's attributes in his drawn sword state are basically equivalent to those of a true master swordsman. Except for his slightly inferior use of Qi, he is not a problem to temporarily serve as a master swordsman.

Other than that,

Lukan's identity being exposed means that Hector has seen through their scheme. His next move will undoubtedly be to lead the Companion Cavalry back to the Seleucid army. Once the Companion Cavalry returns to reinforce, Sua and the others' plan will be in vain, and they will no longer be able to break through the encirclement from the direction guarded by the Seleucids.

Therefore, Sua judged that they had to fight this battle!
This Companion Cavalry Regiment and Hector must be dealt with here!

The first problem they had to solve was how to deal with the Companion Cavalry Regiment.

Lucan quickly gave his answer.

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"Walvin Hawkins!"

now,

They retreated with Suya to the front of the 3000 Imperial Guards cavalry.

Lukan suddenly stepped forward and looked at the blue-haired young knight leading 2400 Halicarnassus cavalrymen who had separated from the Companion Cavalry.

He took out the letter he had intercepted from Paris, a cavalryman sent by Philotas, and held it high in his arms.

Lucan stared at Knight Warwin, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:
"Now, in the name of Lord Mausolus, I command you—lead the Halicarnassus cavalry and kill Hector!"

Upon hearing this, Knight Warwin's expression immediately changed, and he became troubled:

"This is me."

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Just as he was unable to harm Lucan, who was impersonating Mausoleum, he was now caught in a dilemma when Lucan, disguised as Mausoleum, ordered him to harm another master, Hector.

Lukan, however, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and tossed the letter toward Knight Warwin, then spoke in a low, deceptive tone:

“Take a look at this letter. You should be able to recognize who wrote it and under what circumstances this monarch left his last words!”

Sir Woven frowned, then easily caught the letter that flew like a sharp blade.

When he unfolded the letter and read its contents, combined with Lukan's words, he looked up in horror, staring at Lukan in disbelief.

"Is this real?!"

"My lord, Mausoleum is dead!?"

Lucan nodded seriously. Of course, this was something he made up; after all, he had never even met Mausoleum, and Mausoleum, who could write this letter under Philotas's command, was certainly still alive.

However, when he tried to remove the mask earlier, he relied on his conman's instincts to make up a lie to deceive Wavin Hawkins and buy him time—

He claimed to be Mausoleum himself, or rather, as the 'Thousand-Faced Dragon,' he had witnessed Mausoleum's death and devoured his identity.

After combining these findings, Hector, feeling as if facing a formidable enemy, acknowledged the identity of the Lukan Star Beast. At this point, Waugh Hawkins had also confirmed that Lukan was indeed a thousand-faced dragon.

At this moment, Mausoleum, who called himself the "Dragon with a Thousand Faces," produced a letter that was undoubtedly in his lord's handwriting and bearing his seal, further confirming the "fact" that Mausoleum was dead.

then,

this moment,
Wavin Hawkins was scammed and became convinced by the intricate chain of evidence.

He looked at the letter, at the clear, well-formatted, and inspiring lines of writing, and could hardly imagine what kind of mood his monarch Mausoleum was in, that he could write this letter to himself so calmly before his death!

Wavin Hawkins held the letter, his hands trembling slightly.

He immediately raised his head, a mad, predatory glint in his eyes, and demanded sharply of Lukan:

"My lord... How did my lord die!?"

"For us!"

Lukan spoke with a sorrowful expression:

“Walvin Hawkins, you must understand, this is all for us!” “A country cannot have two kings, but for the survival of the Kingdom of Halicarnassus, for the future of Artemisia, and for all the soldiers like us who are trapped within the Macedonian Empire.”

"Our sovereign, Mausolus, after writing this letter, chose to draw his sword and commit suicide in front of Philotas."

"Now, we, the brothers in knighthood, only have two paths before us—"

"Tonight, let us gather all the power of Halicarnassus, raise an army to kill King Alexia III, and enthrone Philothas, who is already an army commander, commands the elite Macedonian troops, and whose father, General Parmenion, controls many strategic locations. He is arguably the person with the best chance of inheriting the empire after the death of the King of Conquerors!"

“He will acknowledge our kingdom, acknowledge our existence, and grant us our homeland so that we may finally return home.”

At this point, Lukan's face darkened, his tone paused slightly, and he said in a deep voice:
"or--"

"Tonight, we have failed, and Halicarnassus will cease to exist in this world."

Hearing this,

Wavin Hawkins, his brother Lars, and all the Halicarnassus cavalry behind them were stunned.
Knight Warwin's tiger-like eyes trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes; his voice even choked with emotion.
"What?! It's like this?! My lord, you actually went to such lengths for us!"

"me."

Lukan immediately seized the opportunity to fan the flames, sternly rebuking:

"What are you still hesitating for!?"

"Knight Watkins, do you really consider yourself Greek? Have you really forgotten your homeland?"

"Have you forgotten the oath you swore to our Lord when you were a young man?"

"At this critical juncture, when failure means utter national annihilation, do you still insist on your outdated beliefs?!"

"Isn't the country you initially pledged allegiance to more important than the knight lord you were later forced to serve?!"

Lucan's persuasive and deceptive rhetoric, like the devil's whispers, echoed in Wavin Hawkins' ears, making him tremble, clench his fists, and grit his teeth.
Finally, he fell for it.

He raised his head, looked at Lukan, then at Sua and Melly beside him, and the Royal Guard behind them, whose attire was clearly in the style of British knights, and asked through gritted teeth:
"We...we are who we are, and who are you?!"

Upon hearing this, Lucan's expression froze. He looked at the group of knights in British plate armor behind him, and beside him, the blond conman and gambling magician who looked more like kings than anyone else.
He then realized what Woven Hawkins was hesitating about.

The art styles on both sides are so different.
however,
at this time--

Sua, standing beside Lukan, strode forward, her face contorted with disappointment. She glared at Wavin Hawkins and loudly joined Lukan in his fraudulent scheme:
"Don't you understand yet!?"

"idiot!"

"We are who we are!"

"Tonight, it is not the knights of Halicarnassus who rebel against the Conqueror, but the traitors of Britain!"

"Do you think I'm Sua Pendragon? Idiot, my surname isn't Pendragon at all!"

"What exactly are you struggling with? Not just us, but you too, Watwin Hawkins, and all the knights behind you—"

Suya shouted excitedly:
"Tonight, we are all knights of Britain!"

With this remark,
Knights Woven Hawkins and Lars Hawkins looked at each other, exchanging a glance. They both saw a lasting shock and a sudden, astonishing wisdom in each other's eyes!

"I see! I see!"

“Brother,” Lars Hawkins finally realized the oddities of the night, looked at his brother, and spoke with certainty:

"I understand! I understand!"

"We should indeed be knights of Britain!"

And at this moment——

Beside him, Hector, his face contorted in rage, finally tore apart the oath that bound him, driven by his unwavering loyalty to the king he admired.

"enough!"

He was breathing heavily when his body suddenly swelled up like an inflating balloon, growing from 1.8 meters tall to 2.2 meters, swinging his four-meter-long giant lance as if it were a toy.

His eyes were bloodshot, the whites of his eyes filled with blood vessels, and he was almost laughing with rage. His face swept over everyone present with a ferocious expression.

"You traitors, you all must die!"

(End of this chapter)