Winston didn't have many illusions about Alice.
After all, he could see at a glance that she was soone beyond his reach.
The gap in power and family background was too great.
Moreover, her personality was too strong; for soone like him who had been a nobody at the academy, he couldn't tolerate a woman being more formidable than himself.
Originally, he didn't want to get involved.
But when he saw that woman chatting so familiarly with the prince, he couldn't help but recall the scene from last night's banquet.
Yes, he had seen Louis before.
At the previous banquet welcoming Beatrice and Louis, standing beside the future Empress of the Ense Empire, soone he dared not even look up at, was Louis, basking in attention no less than that given to her highness.
At that ti, he felt a strong jealousy.
Is there really a difference in the favor one receives from others?
Especially after learning that the Prince of the Empire wasn't a noble and had no backing forces, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
How favored is he by the heavens?
He had joined the darker side of the Love God to gain power, though others obtained it without any effort.
And the effects were even better.
Thus, the jealousy grew wilder, and the hatred more intense.
So when he saw the two chatting so happily today, a thought suddenly arose in him.
The magic of emotions, "Love," had been raised to a high level by him.
To put it bluntly, with a little more contact, as long as he wanted, he could easily drag a decent woman down.
— In fact, he had secretly done so before.
But he stopped imdiately after nearly being exposed and causing trouble.
Just like Louis's natural mastery of "Venom Synthesis: Aphrodisiac," disregarding irrelevant moral qualms.
"Venom Synthesis: Aphrodisiac" and "Emotion Magic: Love" were both ans that could significantly disturb an opponent's combat state in battle.
Especially his magic, which had a special attack against the opposite sex.
It was easy to show rcy in ntal combat, thereby creating an opportunity for him to counterattack.
So he impulsively decided to make a move on Alice.
The reason was simple.
This practitioner nad Alice was likely more formidable than Joseph of the Williams Family.
If he could suppress Alice in the arena, and it appeared he suppressed her through minor tricks, wouldn't that prove he was better than Joseph?
As for whether Alice would be disgusted by his magic.
"Who cares!"
He truly thought so from his heart, and thus he fired at Alice without hesitation.
But he never expected Prince Louis to intervene.
This made him even angrier.
Why should a guy with no background receive so much favor?
He had envisioned how he would defeat Louis.
He even imagined what expression Louis would have when defeated.
Would it be a painful wail, or crying bitterly, or would he be furious and seek revenge?
But he never expected to be finished in an instant himself.
When he was kicked off the stage, he raised his head in pain and saw the expression in that person's eyes.
What a pure expression that was.
No filth whatsoever, he couldn't feel the tainting sense of emotion magic on him.
He could clearly perceive that the prince possessed a power similar to his own.
But the demonic power that could taint one's spirit was firmly suppressed deep within, never to be exposed.
— Just like he once was.
What the world fears most is not the enemy's ridicule.
But seeing your once pure self looking at you with disdain.
At that mont, the past he'd consciously ignored caught up with him.
An indescribable pain pressed down on him.
Following closely was a defenseless rage.
Thus, without hesitation, he fired at Louis.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a bit of regret.
Only, unexpectedly, ca a counterblow faster than regret.
The woman nad Alice coldly knocked him to the ground with her sword scabbard.
The icy killing intent cleared his muddled mind a bit.
He instinctively wanted to strike back.
As he slashed out, carrying the power of the warrior skill "Moves Like Tides," he swung the blade like a burst.
"Ah!"
Winston let out a scream.
Alice raised her head and looked at Louis, who had just put away his hand, helplessly saying:
"I could have handled it without you getting involved."
Louis calmly replied:
"A proper gentleman doesn't involve unrelated parties in his matters."
Alice snorted, muttering:
"So I'm considered unrelated?"
"You're not, but such matters are best left for to handle."
Louis turned his gaze to Joseph, who looked sowhat uncomfortable, saying:
"You have no problem handling the investigation, do you?"
Joseph nodded.
This ti, the Royal Knight Academy was utterly embarrassed.
But it wasn't Ense's fault.
The dark side of the Love God was now a target of both nations to eliminate.
After Winston's incident ca to light, the academy wouldn't even think of blaming Louis and the others, and it was a wonder they wouldn't be investigated for allowing a "Love God's dark side" follower among the students.
Louis coldly stood in front of Winston, and with a pull, the Hand of Greed extracted streams of blood from his wounds.
The blood gathered in the air, and finally returned to Winston's body.
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