Herald of Steel

Lady Miranda knew her husband far better than her father in law.

So given just how much the man was sweating and stuttering at all their questions, she could smell the rat from miles away.

If the events had truly unfolded as described by Lord Nolan, then she was pretty certain her man would not be acting like this.

He would be the first to jump up and defend their actions at the top of his voice.

Because that was the type of man Lord Cassius was.

When something was true and valid, he would be like a lion, presenting and defending it to the extreme.

But whenever there was anything false or perfidious, he would be like a scared cat, muttering and shifting his body all over.

Just like now, when he did not even bother to help his father up.

If the duo were really in the clear, Lady Miranda would be willing to stake her life so that her man would not have acted so scared and flustered, but instead becfully enraged, even going as far as to try and rip Alexander to shreds for raising his hand against his old man.

Lady Miranda knew her husband that well.

But given that he had not, Lady Miranda began to seriously suspect the veracity of Lord Nolan's tale.

And hence turned her glaring gaze onto the sweating man, looking for the answer out his own mouth.

Who, perhaps well aware of his own weakness, could only swallow a gulp.

Lord Cassius was a simple man, with very few knots in his heart.

And he himself knew that- that he just could not lie.

It was not that Lord Cassius did not think of trying to lie, but that he was simply unable to.

Whenever he tried to make up something, he ended up producing a blank in his mind, like he had writer's block.

The inability was deeply engraved into his nature.

And due to this, in matters of truth, Lord Cassius was a stalwart bulwark, but in falsehood he was a soft putty, squealing the moment he was pressed about it.

And it was considering this that Lady Miranda had decided to press him instead of his father, trusting her gut much more on the things that cout of this man's mouth.

"Cassius, is what your father said true? And if so, why did you not cto inform me? How could you hide that Linda had cto you from me? Am I not your wife? Aren't we in this together?"

"......." At this, Lord Cassius was once again only able to present silence.

Because the only thing he could think about saying to this was the truth- that he was no longer interested in making house with her but wanted to switch to his much prettier, sexier, and lovier sister in law.

And seeing this, the limping Lord Nolan wanted to bash his head against the floor, cursing the gods for giving him such an incompetent son.

All he had to do was parrot what Lord Nolan had just said and everything would be fine.

But Lord Cassius was unable to do even that.

Thus it was only perhaps today that Lord Nolan thought he finally got to know just how foolish his progeny was.

It was to the extent that the old man thought it was actually a miracle that his son had managed to hoodwink the entire mansion as easily as he had done.

And then, for the umpteenth time, the old man's croaked voice once again rang out from the side, before answering on behalf of his son in a gruff voice,

"We… we were afraid that knowing this, you and Lord Alexander might panic. Maybe even surrender! We did not want that. So we tried to fix this on our own."

By saying this, Lord Nolan tried to hurriedly patch up the hole in his argument, before cleverly taking a step back and admitting, "But in hindsight... yes! I admit it might have been a mista…"

"Shut up! When did I allow you to speak?" Lady Miranda however did not let the old man spin his web of tales, as she let out an enormous, shrill cry to cut him off.

And then turning her eyes red with a blazing inferno, she spat, "I had enough of these lies. All these are lies. If they were not… Cassius would have spoken already! Tell the truth! Tell the truth! Tellthe truth!"

Screaming at the top of her voice, Lady Miranda's plump face suddenly contorted into a vicious, dark visage, appearing very ugly and frightening as something in the lady finally snapped.

It seemed that the betrayal of her family, the recent death of her son, and now lastly this treachery from her own husband, the person closest to her, at last pushed her past the breaking point.

And thus, in her madness, Lady Miranda then all of a sudden turned her gaze onto Lord Nolan's injured leg, as a sudden flash of immeasurable hatred bubbled and swirled inside of her.

It was blinding, and it was in this state of absolute rage that Lady Miranda suddenly raised her feet and then without even thinking about it, decided to bring the high, metallic heel she was wearing down with all the force she could muster onto his wounded leg of the old man, thus oh so cruelly stomping on the broken bit, and manically roaring,

*Bang*! Tellthe truth! *Bang*, *Bang*, Tellthe truth!, *Bang*, *Bang*, *Bang*, Ahhhh!"

"Ugggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

Lady Miranda's utterly furious grunt was mixed with Lord Nolan's utterly anguished cries, as Lord Nolan quickly grabbed his leg, and began to let out pained cries the likes of which he had never uttered in his life.

It was like this that the entire room suddenly began to buzz with these absolutely horrendous shrill cries, almost making it sound like people were being slaughtered here.

And the act was so sudden and unexpected that it made all the men there too shocked to react, too stunned to step forward and stop this madness.

As for the few soldiers who did want to chelp hesitated because Lady Miranda was after all a noblewoman and a married one at that.

So how could they dare to touch her, especially in front of her husband?

Perhaps if it was someone they knew, such as one of Alexander's wives, these men might have risked the act, but here, the risk was simply not worth their paycheck.

Thus Lady Miranda was able to get a few, very good kicks in on Lord Nolan's destroyed leg, digging into the flesh with her sharp heels and turning her sole bloody.

Until finally Alexander, who was by now yanked out of his thoughts upon seeing this horrific act of violence decided to intervene.

"Stop! Stop! Lady Miranda, stop! What are you doing?"The man shouted at this half mad woman, sprinting over and grabbing her by the arm before pulling her away from the old man.

"Father! Father! Father!"

While Lord Cassius was also at last jolted out of his mind seeing this and he ran to his own father, kneeling down and gently touching the leg, before starting to sob with swallowed moans.

He noticed the pants around the pants had begun to turn scarlet, easily proving the extent of the wound.

Lady Miranda's high heels had managed to puncher flesh, and many, many times at that.

And seeing this, made Lord Cassius's heart bleed.

It went without saying he was a very filial man, and he could not even believe such cruel acts were being done to his father right in front of him.

Lord Cassius assumed he could at least understand Alexander's actions. The man was a foreigner and merely a well dressed thug, according to him.

So the first hit on his father only shocked him to his core.

But this second hit… it cfrom his own wife.

How could she? His own life partner! It shattered Lord Cassius's heart!

"This is your father! Your elder! Your guardian! How could you?" Thus turning his head to look at Lady Miranda with venom filled, he shouted as such, pronouncing a tone that few had ever heard the genteel man produce.

"Uwuuwuw… uwwuuwwuw" And as Lord Nolan lay on the ground, whimpering and writhing in pain, seeing this dolorous state, it was like a dam bursting open for Lord Cassius.

In a very similar vein to Lady Miranda's condition, this was the last straw that broke the back, and something snapped in him.

All the pent up emotions, desires, and things that were buried deep inside the heart for not just the past few days, but all these past years suddenly cbursting forth like a raging volcano.

Thus jumping up with surprising agility, Lord Cassius produced a repugnant gaze when looking at Lady Miranda, then involuntarily cursed out,

"Linda was right! You truly are a shrew! A mean, bitter, vicious shrew who has no heart! I was right to leave you for her!"

"What?" Lady Miranda appeared shell shocked hearing this, while Lord Nolan turned ghastly pale.

As for Alexander, he felt like slapping his head.

He could already see where this story was going and cursed that succubus of a devil.

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