Marriage Contract with Two Husbands

de their identity, and the only way left is to fall into the dark side.
As a criminal, they cannot go to an office or become a knight.
Even if they do business, they don’t have a top to sign a transaction contract, and even ordinary stores don’t accept it with one hand.

“I don’t mean to admit it anyway,”

But the Knightsman seemed to have no faith in Roseline’s words.

“I understand that the Crimson Rose family are very close.
Don’t lie that you didn’t know.”

Her father thought of his daughter as a tool.
Still, he was a person who cared about others’ reputations to the point where he was concerned, so he always talked to others, saying, “my family is always harmonious and friendly.” She didn’t deny it because it wouldn’t be good to know that we were on bad terms, but she didn’t expect to come back like this.

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll insist on my innocence.
So I have no choice but to resist.”

“We are officially trained knights.
You’ll only be ashamed if you resist the swordsmanship you’ve learned a little in the academy.”

The tone was polite, but there was undeniable sarcasm.

“But isn’t it the childish Count who grew up without knowing the world? To confront the Knights of the Empress with a single blade is to say that you don’t understand the situation.”

“If you think so, I’d rather be glad.”

The more you look down on your opponent’s skills, the easier it is to be careless, it is naturally easy to aim for a gap.
Roseline turned her wrist, and her three swords bent and stretched out toward the sky.
It seemed that the actor on stage seemed to be performing tricks, and some of the knights standing behind the chief of the Knights burst into laughter.

“Quiet!”

The Captain blamed the knights behind him, but the only thing that stopped was a laugh; the look in his contempt remained unchanged.
In their eyes, Roseline would have seemed a foolish child who could not grasp the situation.

“Last warning, Lady Crimson Rose.
If you don’t surrender, I’ll have to put you down with all my might.”

“Try,” Roseline stood upright and pointed at the sword.
The afternoon sun from the cracked window glitters against her sharp blades.

“If you’re going to tie me up, you’ll have a hard time.”

Pouting!

The Roseline’s sword was like a living creature in itself.
It bent like an elastic vine, took the blade of the knights, and drilled sharply and accurately into the gauntlet, breaking the tendons of his wrist.

“Ouch!”

There was no need to aim for life, for Roseline was not slow enough to be caught by a half-horse knight who could not hold his sword.

The faces of the knights who laughed at the sight of a childlike aristocrat wielding a knife came to mind.
The knight’s face showed that he didn’t understand what was happening now.
It was instead the Empress’s knights who could not grasp the situation.