Vidar was currently sprawled on the ground after being slapped down by Field.
He didn’t understand.
He had been praising Field so much, so why was Field getting angrier and angrier?
He had said that both Liyakade and Alice were Field’s trophies, even comparing them to goods that could be swapped out at any time.
He was showing that Field could find better ones anytime, that beauties by the dozen were easily within reach.
Wasn’t this the highest praise of Field’s male charm?
Vidar refused to believe that a man wouldn’t feel his conquest desire and sense of achievement satisfied upon hearing such words.
Yet Field stubbornly refused to play by the normal rules.
The more Vidar praised Field from this angle, the more he trampled on Field’s reverse scale.
Ultimately, Vidar had probably truly inhaled too much Purple Mist Vine Grass and fried his own brain.
In truth, any man with a slightly normal worldview would not be happy—no, most would feel offended—if someone spoke of their partner in such a way to flaunt their own masculinity.
Only someone like Vidar, who truly saw women as goods, would think such words were praise and not an insult to their personhood.
Furthermore, Vidar still hadn’t seen Field’s true gender.
Field was a girl to begin with, so she naturally didn’t need Vidar’s stinking, rotten flattery to highlight Vidar’s set of self-important ‘manliness.’
Standing over Vidar and looking down at him, Field couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of her mouth.
She couldn’t tell anymore if Vidar was deliberately trying to piss her off, or if he truly had such a twisted worldview.
If he was deliberately trying to anger her, his current appearance of clinging to life and fearing death didn’t seem fake.
Saying such things to anger her would only make Vidar die faster, and Vidar’s tone was clearly begging for mercy.
But if Vidar truly thought this way deep down, then his life was just too pathetic.
In his mansion, the only thing probably still steaming was the hot tea at home.
“First, Liyakade is not my plaything. Second, kneel and apologize to them! Do you hear me?!”
Field slammed her sword down heavily beside Vidar.
The gleaming edge was only about one or two centimeters from Vidar’s forehead.
Cold sweat poured from Vidar in an instant.
He didn’t understand why Field was so insistent on him apologizing to Liyakade and the others, but to save his life, he could only comply.
As soon as Field finished speaking, Vidar twitched all over, then scrambled on his hands and knees to plant himself before Liyakade.
“Miss Liyakade, you are magnanimous, please spare me!”
“Not like that!”
Field was now truly and utterly speechless.
She was even starting to doubt if Vidar could understand human speech.
Was he a spy from the Demon Race or another nation?
She had repeated it several times already—apologize—but Vidar just kept begging for mercy, not a single word of apology.
She had never met someone so difficult to communicate with.
Talking to him was like playing the lute for a cow.
“Do you even have ears? Can you understand human speech?! I told you to apologize, are you deaf?!”
“I’m sorry! Miss Liyakade, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have offended you! I’m sorry! Please spare me!”
Vidar kowtowed to Liyakade, continuously chanting pleas for mercy, terrified that the cold gleam from before would slash down on him.
“Tch… truly despicable.”
Liyakade looked down disdainfully at Vidar, who was now prostrating himself on the ground, finding the person kneeling before her utterly disgusting.
“Go apologize to Feide.”
“F-Feide—”
“No need.”
Field impatiently stopped Vidar’s continued begging.
She then pulled her sword from the ground and smoothly sheathed it back at her waist.
She didn’t want Vidar to continue this sniveling, tearful begging.
What if this guy’s filth got on her shoes?
In other words, this Vidar fellow wasn’t even worthy of kneeling to polish their shoes!
With that, Field turned and waved to the other three.
They immediately understood and walked back toward the direction they came from, exiting the woods.
“Pack up and get back to the caravan quickly. And remember to share your water with the others. That’s what you promised.”
With that, Field led the other three away without looking back.
After Field and the others left, the pressure on all the guards finally lifted.
The oppressive aura from before had truly made it hard for them to breathe.
They really didn’t know what Field’s background was.
However, the aura that had immobilized the other guards was actually emanating from Liyakade.
It was just that Liyakade happened to be right behind Field, and Field had coincidentally released killing intent toward Vidar, making everyone think this powerful presence was coming from Field.
“Lord Vidar! Are you alright?!”
Once the guards could move again, they immediately rushed to Vidar’s side, supporting him under each arm and slowly helping him up.
“D-damn it… how detestable… To make a noble like me kneel and apologize to a trophy… Unforgivable…”
Supported by the guards, Vidar gradually rose to his feet.
Now, having recovered from his earlier fear, all he could feel was boundless humiliation.
He trembled with rage, grinding his teeth as he squeezed out a few curses, glaring venomously at the receding backs of Field and the others, vowing to thoroughly toy with Liyakade to death.
Yet even now, despite Field having repeatedly emphasized that Liyakade was not her servant or her plaything, Vidar seemed to have accepted this as an immutable fact.
“Sounds nice, but isn’t it just to build a persona? Who knows what they’re really like in private! Hypocrites! Despicable villains!”
The broken Vidar continued to maliciously speculate about Liyakade and the others.
The warm, crimson bloodstain on his neck seemed to have become a lifelong stain.
Whenever he felt that stinging pain, he recalled the scene of utter humiliation.
Trembling, he pulled a piece of purple herb from his pocket and swallowed it without hesitation.
Not long after, Vidar’s body stopped shaking, and the pain in his neck lessened considerably.
He swore to use Liyakade’s body to wash away all this disgrace.
And now, for Vidar, the only piece of good news was probably that Liyakade and the others had ultimately believed him.
He had not only dealt with the water source and created more trouble for them but had also not been exposed.
The next step was to frame Liyakade and the others for the poisoning.