The following is based on Wright. Baldwin's perspective unfolds:

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, the world should never be like this in any way. Why would Maria do such a thing. Why did she pull the trigger without hesitation when she put the gun to my forehead?! Why?! If it weren't for the jamming of the pistol, I would have been dead by now. Ahh What the hell is going on?! Why does the world do this to me?! What am I doing wrong?!

Anyway, though. Now that Maria has made this choice, I have no choice but to do so. You're going to do it yourself, don't push me, Maria.

I thought as I put a little more effort into the hand that was stuck around her neck. Twisted Maria's neck off.

……

Seeing her pupils gradually dilute and her body softened, I felt like crying again. But after thinking about it, sure enough, I'm still a very cold-blooded person. At such times, it was just "I felt like I wanted to cry" instead of "I cried." ”

Heh, hehe.

It's a really, terrible feeling.

I sighed. Then he stood up and walked towards the Brummel family's official residence.

……

"So you're going back to the Norman Empire?" At the speakeasy. I sat across from Roberia. While drinking wine, he talked.

"Hmm. Oh, yes. I nodded, "Because...... That thing. So my credit in France went bankrupt. Do you know what the local newspaper says about me? They treated me as if I were Satan. I said with emotion.

"Well, you're lucky enough. If it weren't for who you are, the Paris police would probably be looking for you at this moment. Be grateful that you are a noble child with a fat brain. Roberia said.

"Say whatever you want." I smiled wryly and poured the wine back in.

……

The following unfolds from Robella's perspective:

It's just that we haven't seen each other for a few days, and this guy looks like he's decadent. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and his beard was unshaven. He looks like a raunchy bachelor in his thirties or forties. But it's no wonder...... Something like this happened. No one is in a good mood. Even Wright. The same goes for Baldwin.

To be honest, I was really shocked when I got the news that his lieutenant had killed Kulishnu and then he killed him because of emotional issues. But after thinking about it for a while, since it's that guy, it's probably not too bizarre to mix up this kind of thing. Or take a step back and say, it's because it's this guy that's why something like this happens.

Maybe, maybe there's something hidden in this, an insider, or something. But I don't want to know that. Conspiracy theories are usually idle and self-righteous people. I don't have that kind of leisure.

Merely......

"Are you really leaving?"

It's just a little reluctant.

I couldn't help but ask Wright that. Then, after getting a solid answer, I couldn't help but moan.

If you can, you'd really like to follow this guy around Moscow. But of course, in the case of a large loss of manpower in the Paris Chinese Strike Regiment, the French still have fireworks for me, and Erica's three people are simply strict to the extreme. Sneaking out to drink with him like this is already the limit.

"What's the matter, can't you bear me?" The other party said with a wry smile.

"How is that possible?" I held on to my face and pretended to be disdainful: "I'm just lamenting that your guy is gone, and my workload will increase." You'd better worry about yourself. This matter has made such a big fuss, be careful to ask you to retire after returning home. ”

"Whatever." He said so.

He looked like he didn't care about anything. It's not at all like the aristocratic bastard I saw when I first met him, with the extreme level of self-confidence and a little annoying.

Seeing him like this, I felt a little heartache. So I stood up unexpectedly, leaned over and hugged him. Completely ignoring the exclamations or whistles of the others in the bar, he kissed him on the lips. After that, another punch knocked him to the ground:

"Look at your present virtue. It's like a drunken overdose and a broken waste. This isn't the Wright I know. Baldwin! What a disappointment for me! Well, if you want to go back to Moscow, hurry up and get out! I don't want to see you like this again! As I said this, I took Wright by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, and whispered to his ear, "When the matter is over in Paris, I'll go to Moscow to find you." ”

After saying that, he threw him to the ground, and without looking back, he strode away.

Go to Moscow...... Really, there must be a lot of valuable art there, right?

When I think about it, my mood is getting better again.

After all, he's Wright. Baldwin is here. So there must be no problem, right?

……

The following is transferred back to Wright. Baldwin's perspective:

I stood up with a wry smile and patted the dust off my body. Then he slammed a punch at one of the silly hats who laughed the most:

"Laugh at your sister!"

After shouting like this and knocking him to the ground with a punch, he left slowly.

The situation is much worse than I imagined. It's not a matter of a day or two that Maria wants to betray me, that she wants to betray the empire. In fact, in recent years, she has maintained contact with the guerrillas to which she belongs, betraying information, so much so that several attempts by the Empire have failed.

I don't know if she didn't cut off this channel after following me, or if she restarted it later. But I guess that's no different. In short, because of her, I was met with great skepticism within the Empire. And because of Kulishino's death this time, I was also relieved of my position as the leader of the Paris Chinese Strike Team. The plan of the governor of France came to an end. Therefore, my current position is quite embarrassing, from the original war hero to the street rat that everyone shouts and beats. If it weren't for the fact that I still had connections in the military and political circles, my company would have invested a lot. Maybe after returning this meeting, he will really be forced to retire from the army, or even go to court-martial......