Are You Sure Our Empire's Knight Order Captain is a Yandere? - Chapter 6

Chapter Six: Anyway, there’s a beautiful girl who’ll look after your needs for free
“An Urgent Royal Summons? Which absolute idiot issues an urgent royal summons this early in the morning?” The blonde was fuming, tugging at his own hair in frustration after his morning search for his sister came up empty.
“Well, there’s only one person in the entire Empire who can issue an urgent royal summons, isn’t there?” Lani (拉妮) spun an apple she’d nicked from the kitchen. She’d heard that before the Commander went on their rescue mission, he’d been picking apples in an orchard (of all places?). He’d only rushed off after sensing one of his Knights was facing an S-rank Demon.
“Yep, His Majesty the King.” Carter (卡特) nodded politely, looking unusually well-behaved for some reason.
“Hmph!” Wu Feng (吾封) looked at the golden strands clinging to his hand and scoffed with contempt.
“Senior… Senior…” Carter raised his hand tentatively.
“What’s the awful noise? I’m still trying to sleep!” Raer (拉爾) rubbed his bleary eyes, lumbering down the stairs.
“What is it, sweetie?” Lani gently patted the little junior’s head, implicitly telling him to ignore the tramp behind her.
“Right… Senior… did any of you see that masked person yesterday? The one with the amazing combat skills… wearing the fox mask?”
“Fox mask?” Lani had been the first one knocked out, so she had no idea how they’d managed to beat the Hundred-Armed Giant.
“Yeah, they showed up right at the very end, just as the Commander arrived. I’m not sure if they’re a friend of his… or maybe… hmm~~ haha.”
“Shut it!” Wu Feng glared daggers at Raer, who was now snoozing with his feet up, utterly unconcerned.
“…Hongyeshou (Red Leaf Hunt).” Wu Feng scanned the faces around the room. “That fox is one of the Hongyeshou.”
CRACK! Everyone whipped their heads around. Raer’s chair leg had given way under him.
The Hongyeshou… the assassin guild. The Judicators of the Night, they were called, among other things.
They shared a similar purpose to the Imperial Knights, but with one critical difference. The Knights answered to the King. The Hongyeshou took commissions. After getting paid, a senior member would decide if the target deserved to be taken out. If they were truly wicked, they were butchered. If they were good people, they were spared.
Their most infamous hit, known throughout the public, was the assassination of the Fourth Demon King, Mildigard. It was widely believed that because the Fourth Demon King had been killed by humans, the hastily enthroned Fifth Demon King was forced to accept the peace treaty.
“Hongyeshou? … Haha! Ha!” Raer roared with laughter. “This just gets better and better!”
“But…” Carter’s eyes were huge. “That long spear flashing with purple light…”
“That’s their signature technique. They have seven forms, each one having the destructive power of a high-level Sorcerer spell.” As Wu Feng explained this, everyone stared at him even more strangely, like he was a talking pet.
“What are you looking at?” Wu Feng touched his face, unnerved. “There’s nothing on me!”
“Didn’t we hear you were just a menace at the academy, Senior?” Carter whispered the question.
“He was dead right. He was in a fight every single day…” Lani confirmed in a low, serious voice.
“So how does this skiving idiot know all this deep stuff?” Raer scratched his head, utterly confused.
“You bunch!” Wu Feng’s face turned beetroot red. “How I know it is none of your business!”
… Some awful person told me.
“So you used the King’s name to drag me out here?” Shen Gong Ye (神宮夜) stopped, turning to face the young man behind her, demanding an explanation.
“You were quite something yesterday,” Blancien (布蘭西恩) said, still slightly unsettled by the memory of the cellar.
“Hmph! That has nothing to do with me!”
“It has nothing to do with the current you,” Blancien corrected her grammatical slip.
“Anyway, there’s a gorgeous girl who wants to look after your needs… for free. That’s a pretty sweet deal, isn’t it?” Shen Gong Ye awkwardly pushed the long strand of hair behind her ear.
“Your face is very flushed. Are you getting a fever?” Blancien reached out to check Shen Gong Ye’s forehead.
“Hey!” Shen Gong Ye leapt back, shielding her forehead. “Who said you could get touchy-feely?”
“Yesterday… no… everything we’ve done every night since that incident three years ago is much more intimate than touching your forehead.”
“Ooh!” Shen Gong Ye stamped her foot lightly in irritation. “That still has nothing to do with me, the Commander!”
“It has nothing to do with the current you,” Blancien emphasised the distinction again, massaging his own temple.
“What are those two cloaked lovebirds doing?”
“Looks like a row, doesn’t it?”
“Definitely having a row!”
“Break up! Break up!”
“…” Blancien
“…” Shen Gong Ye
“Shall we go?”
“Let’s go, quick!”
“Where exactly are we going?” Shen Gong Ye felt her leg muscles turning to soft jelly.
“I have work to do.” Blancien adjusted the tie pin on his white shirt.
“Work?” Shen Gong Ye sneered. “I told you three years ago I’d take care of you.”
“I’m not doing that.” Blancien shrugged.
“There are countless men in the Empire who would happily be the pretty toy-boy of the Imperial Knight Commander. Hmph.” Shen Gong Ye gave herself a satisfied nod.
“You… don’t want it?”
“We’ve gone over this too many times.” Blancien rolled his eyes.
“Hmph.”
“We’re here.” Blancien took a crystal from his pocket and crushed it. A flash of gold, and the red bangs tucked under his cloak slowly turned black.
“Make sure your cloak is on properly,” Blancien warned Shen Gong Ye as he turned.
“It’d be a nightmare if you were recognised.”
“Hmph~” Shen Gong Ye turned her face to the right, putting on a show of arrogance and snorting dismissively.
But she didn’t see this coming:
“Agh! … What on earth are you doing?”
“Just fixing your hood.” Blancien reached out, grabbed the hood of Shen Gong Ye’s cloak, and pulled it down firmly.
“Mmm~”
“I’m going in now.” Blancien suddenly yanked his own cloak off. With a casual flick of his left hand, like a stage magician, the black garment vanished. His hands were empty as he turned and walked into the pub.
“The regular bartender called in sick today…”
“Yeah, all this way for nothing. Gutted.”
The pub door swung open. They stared at him, eyes wide: six eyes staring at two eyes.
“…”
“Right, let’s go, have one more drink inside.”
“Mm~”
“Perfect! Means skipping combat training wasn’t a complete waste!”