Chapter 53: She’s Not Qualified

“Master Watson, there are a few people outside the castle. One of them is a woman named Monica. She says that she’s your fiancée. Would you like to go out and take a look?”

Ten minutes later, Liszt stood in the hall on the first floor of Blackmoon Castle and spoke to his master.

Watson was in front of him; he wore a small black shirt. He frowned.

His fiancée?

How could he have a fiancée? He had never even heard of the name Monica. Did his father, Edward, hide it from him? It should not be the case.

Watson phrased his words carefully. “Liszt, are you sure it’s my fiancée?”

“They said Blackmoon Castle’s young master’s fiancée. Since you are the young master here, so…” Liszt was also a little lost. The woman named Monica looked almost 20 years old, while Watson was only a little over ten years old; the woman was ten years older than the man. That seemed like a May-December relationship, and it made him feel strange. When he saw Watson’s blank expression, he felt even weirder.

However, did Blackmoon Castle have another young master other than Watson?

Perhaps the people outside were liars; it was a ruse to covet the Blackmoon Castle’s properties and to con them for a place to stay and food to eat.

Liszt said, “Young Master Watson, I think the people outside might be swindlers. If you don’t want to meet them, I can chase them away.”

“Forget it, let’s meet them.”

..

Outside the Blackmoon Castle.

The nine remaining guards stayed on their ligers, and they stared at the people in front of them.

“If I’m not mistaken, these people are from Wilber Liszt Manor. The farm where I previously worked had business dealings with them. I’ve seen their young miss once, and she looks just like this woman in front of me.” A guard said in a low voice.

“The name Monica is the same as the Wilber Liszt Manor’s daughter. I’ve heard of her too,” another guard said.

The Wilber Liszt Manor was one of the most famous manors on the border. It was very popular within dozens of kilometers radius. They had never thought that their daughter was actually Young Master Watson’s fiancée.

If it were any other day, they would definitely leave their mounts and be courteous when they saw people of the Wilber Liszt Manor. However, they no longer respected people from that manor; they were nothing. Was it anything compared to Blackmoon Castle, where one could find a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken and powerful magical beasts that guarded it?

Wilber Liszt Manor was one of the biggest manors around, and yet they will need to send their young miss for a marriage alliance.

“Miss Monica, it’s been so long, but Vincent hasn’t come out yet. Do you think that it’s because he doesn’t want to see you?” Wesley glanced at the guard in front of him before he walked toward Monica and asked carefully.

When he had left a few months previously, Vincent had said that he would settle the score with Wilber Liszt Manor and that he would never marry their young miss. If Vincent chose not to come out, then Wilber Liszt Manor would lose respect in front of everyone, and Wesley would get punished. However, Wesley hoped that Vincent would not come out as it would be very awkward if they were to meet again.

“You fool! Who am I? How would he dare not to come out?” Monica raised her right hand arrogantly, which was in a light gauze glove, and knocked on Wesley’s head. “The next time you say such disheartening words again, I will tell Father to break your legs.”

Wesley shrank his neck; he did not dare to reply to her.

At that moment, there was a commotion at the Blackmoon Castle entrance. Watson had walked out of the castle behind Liszt.

“Greetings, Young Master Watson.”

The guards at the entrance turned, unmounted their ligers and knelt respectfully to Watson.

“You’re the one who claimed to be my fiancée?”

Watson stared at Monica with narrowed eyes. When he saw Wesley, he understood what had happened. Wesley was the man who had brought men to snatch his Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken, but he had managed to chase him away. It was evident they wanted his older brother, Vincent, and not him.

“Miss, this is Blackmoon Castle’s eighth child, and Vincent’s younger brother—” Wesley explained to Monica.

Wesley remembered the day Watson defeated him and stripped him off his clothes. His face was burning hot, and the humiliating scene made him grit his teeth.

“Since it’s not Vincent, then there’s nothing more to say.”

The arrogant expression on Monica’s face did not change. “I don’t want to waste time with you. Go and get your master and Vincent before my patience is exhausted! A gentleman should not make a lady wait.”

“Are you talking to me?”

Watson curled his lips. “You’d better leave. Eldest Brother won’t come out and see you.”

The master of Wilber Liszt Manor had ignored his eldest brother, and he had also wanted to snatch their property, one that they needed for their livelihood. However, he must have wanted to revisit the past when he saw Blackmoon Castle’s progress. Was there such a good thing?

His eldest brother had said that he did not like that young lady. He had proposed to her so that their family could have a better life. Even though Watson had only interacted with her for a short while, he thought she was unruly and annoying.

“What do you mean? It was not easy for me to move my things from my bedroom to here. You want me to leave?”

Monica’s expression changed. She walked toward Watson and raised her hand to slap his cheek. “As a down-and-out baron, it seems that you do not know much about etiquette. I will teach you a lesson now.”

However, Liszt, who stood beside her, managed to grab her hand before her palm could land on Watson’s face.

“A young lady should not hit someone without so much as a word.”

“Do I need you to give me a lesson?”

Monica’s eyes widened as she struggled. “You are a servant, and you attacked your master. Wesley, kill this guard for me.”

Liszt released his grip and pushed her. Monica stumbled backward until she fell onto the ground. She frowned in pain. Her gorgeous dress was covered in dust, and she looked very pathetic.

However, Liszt still looked polite. “Young Miss, you are not the master of Blackmoon Castle yet. You are not one now, and you will never be one in the future. So, I don’t need to listen to you.”

“How dare you attack Miss Monica? Do you want to die?”

Wesley gritted his teeth and led his four aides to attack.

However, before they could draw their swords, the nine guards who knelt at Watson’s feet stood up in unison. They waved their fists and knocked Wesley and the others to the ground.

It was all thanks to the training plan that Watson had set up over the past few days; the nine guards only needed to raise their legs and jump for a split second. Poor Wesley and the others had yet to draw their weapons when they were punched in the chest. They laid on the ground with blood all over their faces as their cheeks made contact with the ground.

A green wind-element battle spirit appeared on Wesley’s body. However, as soon as it came into contact with the guards, the battle spirit shattered. He was only an iron tier warrior. He had no way to fight back against a bronze tier warrior. Furthermore, his opponent was not an ordinary bronze tier warrior.

Wesley knew that the other party did not use battle spirit. His strength alone was more than 3000 catties; it had caused his bones to creak.

“Wesley, I never thought that we would meet again in such a manner! Go back and tell your master not to allow Miss Monica to call herself my brother’s fiancée anymore. She is not worthy; she is not qualified for Blackmoon Castle.”

Watson glanced at the disheveled Wesley as if he was looking at a dog that had fallen into a mud pit. Then, he turned around with a smile and walked into Blackmoon Castle.

“Let’s go.”

The guards let go of Wesley and his companions; then, they spat in disdain. Then, they trailed behind Liszt and slowly returned to Blackmoon Castle.

They did not say a single word to Wesley; those people were too weak. They might have been their match if it were a couple of months ago, but those people did not even stir their desire to fight.