The wind at night was cold.

But Moen’s heart was even colder.

He turned his head to look to his left. A girl with a captivating teardrop beauty mark at the corner of her eye was holding onto his arm, gazing at him with deep affection. Her eyes and brows brimmed with tenderness that could make anyone’s heart race.

Then he turned to look to his right. A maid with her hair tied up neatly and a dignified demeanor was tugging on his sleeve. Her face beamed with a soft smile, and her gaze was firmly fixed on him, filled with utter reliance and devotion.

Ah, how strange.

This was clearly the kind of dream-like scenario any man would envy—being surrounded by two stunning beauties. Both of these girls had already shared an intimate connection with him, their relationship closer than close.

Yet, why did he feel an inexplicable urge to cry at this moment?

Why did he feel that he’d rather face off against an evil cultist than stay here?

“So, young master, answer us. Which side will you choose?”

“Yes, junior, give us your answer. No matter what it is, we won’t hold a grudge.”

How wonderful… that they won’t hold a grudge against someone as awful as me...

What nonsense!

Did they really think I’d believe that?

This is obviously like one of those ultimate dilemmas from my previous life—like the “who would you save first: me or your mom” scenarios!

No, wait, this is even scarier.

Because when the issue involves two people... it’s double the joy, double the tension...

Sweat was already soaking through Moen’s back. He desperately wanted to find an opportunity to slip away, but the two girls were clasping onto him tightly, making it clear they wouldn’t let him go without an answer.

What to do, what to do?

Whatever choice he made, it felt like his fate would end in utter tragedy.

At that moment, Moen’s brain operated at an unprecedented speed. If his body weren’t still a little weak right now, he might’ve even activated time-slowing abilities to buy himself more time to think.

But as it turns out, humans always manage to tap into hidden potential during moments of extreme crisis.

And in that flash of inspiration, he found a lifeline!

“You over there—come here.”

Moen suddenly waved toward the distance.

“Me?”

Hiding in the shadows, Kinzer, who had been enjoying the drama from the sidelines, froze and pointed at himself in surprise.

“Moen Campbell, are you calling for me?”

“Who else if not you?”

Moen gave a friendly smile. “Come here, I have something very important to say.”

“Something… important?”

Kinzer furrowed his brow.

He glanced at Anna on one side, and then at Ann on the other. The two girls only gave him a cursory glance before their attention returned to Moen, their gazes filled with anticipation as they awaited his decision.

Kinzer was thoroughly baffled.

But due to Moen’s status and the so-called “something important” Moen mentioned, Kinzer reluctantly approached him.

“So? What’s this important thing you want to talk about?”

“Well…”

A strange smile appeared on Moen’s face. His figure flickered briefly as he suddenly broke free from the soft, delicate hands of the two girls. In the next instant, a massive fist was rapidly zooming into Kinzer’s view.

“I’ve tolerated you long enough! What are you staring at, you bachelor!”

“What—”

Kinzer’s eyes widened in shock. No matter how he thought about it, he never imagined Moen Campbell would suddenly launch an attack at him in this situation.

Has he gone mad?

But realizing it now was too late. Even though Kinzer’s level was higher than Moen’s, he couldn’t react in time to such an illogical and unanticipated strike, especially being off guard.

And so, Kinzer was sent flying with a single punch.

The scene fell completely silent.

Everyone, even Anna and Ann, couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed at Moen in astonishment.

No one had any idea what kind of madness had taken hold of him.

Kinzer sprang back to his feet with a quick kip-up, rubbing the red mark on his cheek. Furious, he yelled:

“Moen Campbell! Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“I do.”

Moen nodded calmly.

“I just assaulted a member of the Silence Agency—a high-ranking one.”

“And do you understand the consequences of your actions?”

Kinzer was so enraged his nose was practically bent out of shape.

In broad daylight, in clear view of everyone, Moen had launched an unprovoked attack on a Silencer.

This kind of farcical incident hadn’t occurred in… well, ever. Did he actually think the Silence Agency can't do anything to him just because he was the son of a duke?

The worst part was that Moen had insulted him as a bachelor.

What’s wrong with being a bachelor? Is it any of your business if I’m single?

Kinzer angrily pulled out a set of special handcuffs designed for capturing cultists. He glared at Moen and snarled:

“Moen Campbell, your actions are a serious crime!”

“Of course, I’m well aware,” Moen replied with a smirk. His eyes reflected an air of defiant arrogance, the signature attitude of a duke’s son who didn’t take anything seriously.

But just as Kinzer braced himself, expecting Moen to do something further out of line, Moen suddenly raised his hands and bowed his head sharply, declaring:

“So, please arrest me, officer!”

“…Huh?”

Kinzer: ???

Anna: …

Anne: …

Kinzer was still trying to process things when he felt two piercing gazes suddenly shift onto him. Their meaning became increasingly hard to ignore.

Kinzer’s body gave an involuntary shudder. In that moment, he realized the truth.

Moen Campbell… you’ve set me up!

Under the weight of those two increasingly icy gazes, Kinzer’s hand, which was holding the handcuffs, began to tremble.

One girl emitted a palpable threat of killing intent—she was clearly someone you didn’t want to cross.

The other, according to rumors, might very well be the future successor to the title of Swordsman.

And so, a difficult question arose.

At this moment, should Kinzer uphold the Silence Agency’s reputation, or should he prioritize saving his own skin?

…

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to arrest me? As a dignified Silencer, are you just going to let me humiliate your organization without taking action?” Moen raised his head and grinned.

Watching the rigid Kinzer struggle with the dilemma, sensing the hostile gazes finally shift away from himself and land firmly on Kinzer, Moen couldn’t help but mentally give himself a pat on the back for his brilliance.

No matter what Kinzer decided next, Moen had a course of action ready.

If Kinzer arrested him, he’d escape at the first opportunity.

If Kinzer didn’t arrest him, he’d keep up the act and drag things out.

Either way, he’d come out ahead.

Best of all, he had neatly redirected the hostility, pulling himself out of the center of the storm. What cleverness! What adaptability!

Hmph, a mere two-person showdown in the battlefield of affection? Watch as I effortlessly step o—

“Well, how lively here.”

But before Moen could finish his internal celebration, a cold voice suddenly broke through the scene.

The corner of Moen’s smirking mouth froze.

His head turned stiffly, eyes falling on a familiar figure clad in shimmering silver.

Feeling the intense stares of the two girls beside him, shifting yet again, this time toward the silver-haired figure as if two predators had just identified a new rival, Moen swallowed nervously.

In a raspy voice that sounded more like death-knell than speech, he managed to croak out:

“Ce… Celicia? What are you doing here?”