Isaac

olfgang made no comment over Isaac accepting the offer that was clearly not meant for him.
Rivelia, who clearly wanted to refuse the offer, seemed like she was going to follow Isaac’s lead.

So the two were led into their separate guest rooms.
Finally alone, Rivelia found some time to catch her breath, when Isaac barged into the room.

“What’s up with your expression?”

“It’s nothing.
I’m just surprised at how calmly I’m taking your senseless barging into a lady’s room without a knock.”

Isaac shrugged in response to Rivelia and threw himself onto the sofa.
He placed his legs on the table and took out a cigarette.

“Aren’t I being discriminated against here?”

Isaac complained as he scanned Rivelia’s room.
Rivelia frowned at Isaac’s deplorable attitude, what with his twitching feet on the table, and asked.

“Why did you accept the offer?”

“You’re really asking me that?”

“…”

Realising that she really didn’t seem to know the reason, Isaac rudely muttered about not knowing where he was supposed to start in teaching this innocent damsel, irritating Rivelia already.

“Imagine the princess from Pendletons leaving this place without staying a single night here after the visit.
What kind of rumours do you think will be spread?”

“This was an official visit, not a social one.”

“That’s what you think, but what about the local nobility here? The great princess of Pendleton, who they are too afraid to even look straight at.
A sword master who has forged a path of her own.
But hey, she just left? Why? Did they do something to displease her? Does that mean Count Wolfgang’s now on the Pendletons’ bad side? Won’t I be playing with fire if I stay close to him? I better keep my distance.
That’s how it will go.”

“That’s wild speculation.”

“Oh you innocent damsel, don’t you know the more power one has, the more sensitive they become to those who have even greater power? Have you ever heard the phrase, a sneeze from the top becomes a typhoon at the bottom?”

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“I’ve never heard of such a phrase in my life.”

Rivelia’s reply seemed to blow Isaac’s mind away.

“What has your family been teaching you at home? Did they not tell you about this?”

“…”

They hadn’t.
In truth, she only learnt the barest of basics she needed as successor of Pendleton line and spent most of her time training her swordsmanship.

Truth was, even the Pendleton family was frustrated.
Study of political relations was a part of studies needed for a ruler, and the family’s vassals recommended it be taught from a young age.
But it was met with Duke Pendleton’s overbearing love and her early acceptance into College, the opportunity slipping away.
So they decided to teach her little by little after graduation, but she had left for Central by then.

Rivelia wasn’t aware of anything, so she was completely clueless as to what disasters she had left in her wake.

“Well, I guess what i’m thinking might be wrong, since this is a different neighborhood.
But it’s correct to stay this time.
Pendletons aside, you are a Swordmaster, so everyone who uses a sword will congregate just to catch a glimpse of your face.
There should be suspected turncoats in the mix too.
So look at them with your eyes and make your own conclusions.”

“… Don’t you know?”

“What?”

“You have no way of identifying a turncoat or demon until they use their strength.”

“Oh? Really?”

Isaac opened his eyes wide in surprise, and Rivelia sighed.

“One of the reasons why Central regulates wars so much is because it is the easiest environment to find turncoats in.
Otherwise, the agents of Surveillance would have found them in advance and killed them.”

“You have a point.”

Isaac nodded in agreement, but then spoke out as if it didn’t matter.

“Don’t worry.
I have a very special method.”

“…”

Rivelia felt a chill running up her spine when she saw Isaac look at her from top to bottom with a perverted look as he mentioned the word ‘special.’ Immediately, a servant entered the room with a knock.

“I have brought what you requested.”

“Oh! That was quick.
Nice.
Good job.”

Isaac jumped onto his feet and took the object the servant brought him.
Rivelia’s instincts screamed as she saw Isaac jump with joy.

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“… What is that?”

Rivelia asked, and Isaac ripped the box open and showed what was inside to Rivelia.

“I have specially ordered the dress our damsel will wear for the banquet.”

“W, what, is that!”

When Rivelia saw what the object was, she shouted out with her face red with fury.

Its fabric was soft and translucent, exposing a risqué amount of skin underneath.
The dress exposed one’s back completely down to the waist.
It then wrapped around the waist and came up the breast in two strips of cloth to be tied behind the neck, and each strip was so thin that it exposed most of the breasts.
Also, the skirt was so short that it was more than a hand’s span away from the knees.

EDN: Here’s what Moyo thinks the dress looks like.

“How about it? Amazing right?”

“A-are you telling me to wear this!”

Rivelia was stammering in bafflement.
Isaac responded with a perverted smile.

“The game’s over with this brain-melting outfit alone.”

“Not even the Blue Roses wear clothes like this!”

“Hm? How did you know? I gave this to them as an ultimate weapon for bringing over some guests, but they all refused.”

“Of course they would!”

“But this is a casual outfit in my neighborhood?”

“Y, you’re telling me they walk around wearing this!”

Rivelia shouted, and Isaac hesitated before he nodded.

“You just hesitated!”

“Don’t worry about it.
Here, give it a try now.
This is an order from your Director.
You come out wearing this, and even the turncoats will lose their minds.”

Isaac approached her with the clothes in his hands, when there was a sudden ‘slash’ and the clothes ripped to pieces, turning into rags.

“I refuse.”

Rivelia glared coldly at Isaac, accentuating every syllable of her words.
Isaac walked back as he dashed his mouth in disappointment.
She ripped the clothes with just a wave of her hands without a sword.
Isaac feared that he would be assaulted if he teased her anymore, so he simply acted oblivious to her frightening glare and turned away.