After that, I rushed toward the duke's house. He was looking at himself in a mirror singing a Russian song... Wait, it is Russian. How is it possible that he knows Russian but speaks it very badly? Instead of saying russkya (русская) he said russka, which comes from Latin. Anyway, he can't speak... Wait, if he can't speak Russian or rather just a little, that means that... Ohh, I fell into a trap, this is not the duke but one of the bandits. I remembered that the king told me that the bandits had a different language to speak. I moved forward step by step toward the fake duke. It's fake for sure because the real one is a narcissist. He looks terrified. Yeah, it's definitely him. I tell him:
— Admit you're the fake— How's that, you dare talk to me like that?— If you don't talk, I'll kill you— Watch your tongue, young ma..— You are Larry Harmson, right. Husband of Joséphine Manon. Father of three children. Grégori, 11 years old. Philippe, 1 year old. Garcia, 3 years old.— No, I have four children not three.. uhh, I mean who is this Larry— No, it's three children but your wife has 3 children, Philippe 1 year old. Garcia 3 years old and Manon 8 years old. She cheated on you with your brother and they had Manon. And you cheated on her with the maid.. no wait, the maid had a child with you, Michel, but he died at 2 years old. Your wife forgave you but you cheated on her again with her sister. You had Grégori. What a nerve to cheat on your wife twice.— You're a psychopath, a sicko… mentally sick— No, a psychologuuuuue. Haha, and careful you're going to fall.— Guys catch the...
In an instant, he found his body in front of him and his head moving by itself. They were all scared.
— If you move, you're dead. Where is the duke?
One of them stepped forward and said:
— Who are you, a psychopath? You bitch. You think we're scared of an idiot like you.— No, I'm a psychologUUUUUUUE, damn.— If you speak, you're dea…— You moved, so you're dead.
Another one answered that the duke had been assassinated since I arrived.
— Finally, some politeness, I'll go check by myself.
At that moment, one of the bandits wanted to attack me. I defended myself by killing him. The duke was really dead. Again, they attacked me but this time I didn't kill them. But I asked them a simple question:
— Who is your master? Don't answer God.— Why should we answer you?— You reincarnated or were transported into this world.— What?!— What's so surprising?— You come from the world where there are mangas— Yes— So we can avoid killing each other?— No, I don't care that you're my uncle. You want to destroy Midway after Suki. I won't let you.— So you're my enemy. That's what I thought. I remind you that you are trapped.— No, you are in my trap.
BOOOOOM!
— Wait, what? How is that possible?
Actually, I was with the king. I just sent my clone to the duke's house and I knew they would set a trap for me. So I played along.
— Now, you're the prisoner, Henray.