Turning-Chapter 818

“Assistant.”

“Yes.”

“Go out and help the First Princess. It seems these women are not in a condition to continue attending the funeral.”

Kishiar’s voice, now louder, immediately drew everyone’s attention, as the fighting had quieted down.

Surprised expressions, as if to say, “What kind of madness is this?” Scowls. Whispers filling the air.

Yuder immediately recognized that this was the best opportunity for him to slip out. With a single word, Kishiar had managed to undermine Duke Hern and help Mayra while allowing Yuder to exit. Truly, no one could match Kishiar’s way with words.

And Duke Hern, finally noticing Kishiar, turned his head.

“Well, well. It seems an unexpectedly familiar face has arrived.”

Although Duke Hern must have noticed Kishiar entering, he acted as if he had just now seen him. His gaze, seemingly relaxed, carried a sharp underlying disdain, mixed with a sense of superiority.

Yuder couldn’t help but guess that Duke Hern had intentionally arrived late, perhaps just to find an opportunity to belittle Kishiar.

‘Given his behavior until now, it wouldn’t be strange to think he was late for just this reason. He seems to be quite skilled at subtly belittling and trampling on others.’

Duke Hern pretending as though he hadn’t noticed Kishiar was clearly a disrespectful move. However, Yuder didn’t worry for Kishiar. He had an unwavering belief that no one could rival Kishiar la Orr when it came to speaking up.

And once again, Kishiar didn’t disappoint him.

“Oh! Duke Hern, am I visible to you?”

“...What?”

“Phew, what a relief. I was really worried that, even though you hurried in, you hadn’t even made eye contact with anyone. I feared your condition had worsened, and you might not even recognize people anymore. But it seems that’s not the case, so one concern is lifted from the Empire.”

Kishiar’s cheerful words directly confronted the insult of being treated as invisible.

The key to an attack is that it should be recognized by the one receiving it. Can it truly be called an attack if it doesn’t reach the target?

Duke Hern’s eyes twitched for a moment. The southern nobles all looked at each other, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, and subtly recoiling.

Despite that, Kishiar simply flashed a smile and made a casual gesture.

“Anyway, that’s that. We still have work to do. What are you doing, Assistant? Why aren’t you carrying out your orders?”

“Understood.”

Yuder nodded in agreement and moved forward. However, after just a few steps, Duke Hern immediately raised his hand, halting him.

“This is my son’s funeral. It would be ridiculous for an outsider to intervene in a small family dispute. I won’t allow anyone to come closer. Step back.”

“An outsider? I’m a distinguished guest! It was I who requested that Duke Peleta come here!”

It wasn’t Kishiar who stopped Duke Hern’s words, but Mayra. Until just moments ago, she had been silent, holding her lips tightly in shock after being humiliated by her father. But now, with a sharp, cold glint in her eyes visible even through the veil, she spoke firmly.

“I ordered them removed before my father did. When I said I would expel the disruptive ones, you said nothing. Doesn’t that mean you agreed with my words?”

“Do you think every silence means agreement, Mayra? You’re too meddlesome. You’re still young, and lack judgment, but now, step back. Do you not care what others will think of you?”

“This is not meddling. It’s a direct statement concerning the honor of House Hern. If the words of someone from House Hern can be so easily disregarded, who will take our words seriously? This is something you yourself have said before, Father.”

Mayra stood tall and spoke boldly, making sure everyone could hear her. In the heavy silence, no one dared to interrupt the exchange.

But then, suddenly, Kishiar burst out laughing, breaking the silence.

“Duke Hern has always been good at saying amusing things! You wonder how others will think? Well, the next heir of Hern will certainly think highly of you, as a very clever and well-educated individual. Just like me. Isn’t that right, Gino?”

General Gino, caught in the crossfire, hesitated for a moment, but then smiled and casually agreed.

“Yes, I was thinking the same. I’ve heard that the young First Princess played a significant role in stabilizing Sharloin quickly, and seeing her here today, it seems that wasn’t just a rumor.”

“After all, a great person always comes from great parents.”

At this point, Duke Hern could no longer easily oppose Mayra’s words. If he were to ignore her and flaunt his influence once more, he would only make himself appear ridiculous.

While Duke Hern was momentarily taken aback, Mayra drove the point home.

“As you said, I’m still young. There may be times when my judgment is unclear. However, my wish for Ashlav’s peace is sincere, and to achieve that, I stand here to act according to what I have learned.”

"....."

Mayra then turned to Yuder and spoke.

“Baron Aile, please help them exit. I apologize for asking someone of your stature—both the assistant to the Cavalry Commander and the hero of the West—to handle such a small matter, but it’s unavoidable.”

This was the first time Mayra had addressed Yuder as Baron Aile. Her words were clearly intended to reveal who Yuder was to everyone present.

At that moment, the nobles, who had only now fully recognized Yuder’s identity, began murmuring among themselves, but this time, with a different meaning. Even Duke Hern, who had previously dismissed him as a mere insignificant figure, now turned his gaze toward Yuder as though he had just learned that a living person lay beneath the stone he had overlooked.

Discomfort. And just a trace of curiosity. Duke Hern’s gaze seemed to look down at Yuder with disdain, as if from above.

Yuder, however, sensed that Duke Hern’s late arrival might not have been due to mere coincidence but rather an opportunity to belittle Kishiar in this way.

‘Considering his previous behavior, it wouldn’t be strange if he were just waiting to take this chance. He seems quite skilled at subtly dismissing and trampling others.’

Duke Hern’s acting as if he hadn’t noticed Kishiar before now was clearly an insult. But Yuder didn’t feel the need to worry for Kishiar. He had complete faith that when it came to speaking his mind, no one could match Kishiar la Orr.

And, once again, Kishiar did not disappoint.

“Oh! Duke Hern, am I visible to you?”

“...What?”

“Phew, what a relief. I was really worried that, even though you hurried in, you hadn’t even made eye contact with anyone. I feared your condition had worsened, and you might not even recognize people anymore. But it seems that’s not the case, so one concern is lifted from the Empire.”

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Kishiar’s cheerful words directly confronted Duke Hern’s dismissive behavior.

The key to an attack is that it should be recognized by the person receiving it. If the attack doesn’t reach the target, can it /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ really be called an attack?

Duke Hern’s eyes twitched slightly, and the southern nobles exchanged uneasy glances. The atmosphere became tense.

Despite this, Kishiar simply flashed a smile and gestured.

“Anyway, that’s that. We still have work to do. What are you doing, Assistant? Why aren’t you following your orders?”

“Understood.”

Yuder nodded in agreement and moved forward. But after just a few steps, Duke Hern raised his hand and immediately stopped him.

“This is my son’s funeral. It would be absurd for an outsider to intervene in a minor family dispute. I won’t allow anyone to come closer. Step back.”

“An outsider? I’m a distinguished guest! It was I who requested that Duke Peleta come here!”

It wasn’t Kishiar who interrupted Duke Hern but Mayra. Still reeling from her father’s earlier mockery, she stood tall, her cold gaze piercing even through her veil.

“I ordered them removed before my father did. When I said I would expel the disruptive ones, you said nothing. Doesn’t that mean you agreed with my words?”

“Do you think every silence means agreement, Mayra? You’re too meddlesome. You’re still young, and your judgment isn’t fully formed. Now, step back. Don’t you care about how others will perceive you?”

“This is not meddling. It’s a direct statement concerning the honor of House Hern. If the words of someone from House Hern can be so easily disregarded, who will take our words seriously? This is something you yourself have said before, Father.”

Mayra stood tall and spoke boldly, ensuring everyone heard her. In the tense silence, no one dared to interrupt their exchange.

Then, suddenly, Kishiar broke the silence with a loud laugh.

“Duke Hern has always been good at saying amusing things! You wonder how others will think? Well, the next heir of Hern will surely think highly of you, as a very clever and well-educated individual. Just like me. Isn’t that right, Gino?”

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General Gino, caught in the crossfire, hesitated for a moment but then smiled and casually agreed.

“Yes, I was thinking the same. I’ve heard that the young First Princess played a significant role in stabilizing Sharloin quickly, and seeing her here today, it seems that wasn’t just a rumor.”

“After all, a great person always comes from great parents.”

At this point, Duke Hern could no longer easily oppose Mayra’s words. If he were to ignore her and flaunt his influence once more, he would only make himself appear foolish.

While Duke Hern was momentarily taken aback, Mayra pushed further.

“As you said, I’m still young. There may be times when my judgment is unclear. However, my wish for Ashlav’s peace is sincere, and to achieve that, I stand here to act according to what I have learned.”

“.......”

Mayra’s words sank into the quiet air like a stone in water, but the moment that silence settled, something unusual happened.

Yuder, sensing the change in the atmosphere, noticed the shadow above Ashlav’s coffin flickering violently. As the chaos in the chapel escalated, no one seemed to notice this ominous sign—but Yuder understood immediately.

It was Gakein’s danger signal.

Something had happened, or would happen soon.

As soon as he recognized this, the hairs on his body stood on end, and the air around him grew sharp. He could feel something approaching from outside. Before Duke Hern could finish speaking, Yuder raised his hand high.

“---!”

At the same moment, the enormous stained glass window in the center of the chapel shattered with a tremendous sound.

“AAAH!”

People screamed as they stumbled and fell. The ground trembled, and the wind howled. Everything went dark for a moment, and no one could see what had happened.

People instinctively braced for the impact they expected. Many of them thought of death.

But moments later, as the shaking subsided and they opened their eyes, they were greeted with an incredible sight.

Despite the massive stained glass windows being shattered, no one inside the chapel was harmed. From Yuder’s outstretched hand, water flowed and formed a massive dome-like shield that blocked everything.

“......”

That wasn’t all. The wind swirled around his other hand, and something was blocking the raised floor in front of his feet. The flames that had spilled onto the coffin hovered in midair, neither burning anything nor extinguishing, casting light without fading.

In this miraculous scene, Yuder turned his head toward Duke Hern, who had fallen to the floor, and spoke.

“Did you just ask me to expel people without touching them?”

“......”

“Well, I suppose everyone can just leave through this hole now.”