The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! โ€“ Chapter 15.1

๐ˆ๐ƒ๐‹๐„ ๐“๐€๐‹๐Š: ๐€ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐š๐ง๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง ๐Ÿ‘

The [Gold-lined Butterflies] clan house is deserted.

The comrades who had shared joys and sorrows with Luke had given up on him and left, and those who had gathered for the fame had given up on the [Gold-lined Butterflies] itself.

There were very few members left, and even Lionel, the Vice Captain, who was supposed to be there for them, was bluntly rejected when Luke went to fetch him.

โ€œItโ€™s over. . .โ€

Luke muttered in the empty commanderโ€™s room.

This room, which was filled with dazzling furnishings just a month ago, now doesnโ€™t even have a single desk.

Everything that could be converted into money was converted.

Still, they couldnโ€™t pay the compensation to the royal family in full, and had to borrow money from loan sharks to pay it.

Of course, the borrowed money must be repaid, but they canโ€™t even come up with a plan to do so.

Lionel, who was supposed to come up with a follow-up plan, is already gone, and there are no more middle captains who would worry with him.

Itโ€™s been almost ten days since Fฤซna, the woman who was the root cause of this situation, left Luke.

One morning when he woke up, the woman who was supposed to be sleeping with him was gone.

Her belongings were left as they were, and she had completely disappeared with nothing but the clothes on her back.

Just like when you run from a house on fire.

Just like rats fleeing from a sinking ship.

โ€œIn the end, I was left with nothing. . .โ€

A self-mocking murmur.

Fame, wealth, best friend, comrades, subordinates, and lover.

Everything slipped through his fingers.

The last remaining clan house will be taken away tomorrow as collateral for the debt.

โ€œItโ€™s over.โ€

He takes his lone sword and goes outside.

Of course, he has nowhere to go.

He just didnโ€™t want to be in this place filled with so many memories.

The city is as bustling as ever.

The reason everyone passing by seems happy is due to Lukeโ€™s mental state.

He is the most miserable person in the world, subjectively.

Luke, who was walking with his head down, suddenly stopped.

There was something out of place.

As he looked around, the last thing he wanted to see on this earth jumped into his eyes.

A blonde gentleman and a black-haired beauty walking arm in arm, laughing.

ใƒปใƒปใƒป

ใ€Žโ€๐™ฐ๐š ๐šŽ๐š‹๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ.๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–โ€ โ€“ ๐™ณ๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ, ๐š™๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœi๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šž๐š•๐š๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ โ€œ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š•๐šข ๐šž๐š™๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šœโ€ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŒ๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ โ€œ๐šŠ๐š๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœโ€.ใ€

ใƒปใƒปใƒป

Something popped inside Luke.

Almost unconsciously, he drew his long sword.

โ€œFฤซnaaaaa!!!โ€

With a scream, he started running.

Straight at the woman, brandishing his sword.

It was an assault that occurred in broad daylight on the street.

If this had happened in a slum, it wouldnโ€™t have been unusual.

However, since it happened on Gaillia Avenue, which leads to Count Dorosโ€™ castle, the city guards couldnโ€™t ignore it.

The perpetrator, Luke, was immediately detained.

The victim, Fฤซna, survived, but suffered a serious injury, losing her right arm from the shoulder.

The fact that the location was on the main street and the Supreme Church was nearby probably saved her life.

Anyway, almost immediately after the incident, Luke was brought before the judge.

The news that the leader of one of the prestigious clans, [Gold-lined Butterflies], suddenly attacked a woman was quite sensational.

Both the people of the city and the nobles of Gaillia Castle were very interested in how the incident had occurred.

The topic of a love triangle is one of the most popular in the world, and many people were expecting a juicy love-hate drama to unfold.

However, unfortunately or not, when the lid was lifted, it wasnโ€™t a very interesting story.

A man named Luke fell for a woman named Fฤซna and put her in a key position in the clan.

That led to the collapse of the clan.

Luke, who had short-circuited and blamed everything on Fฤซna, attacked her.

To simplify, it was just that kind of incident.

If Fฤซna had demanded status or money, or had been running the clan at her own discretion, the people would have been pleased.

The wicked woman! She got what she deserved!

But the reality was different. Fฤซna had simply not refused.

She had simply nodded when told she would be promoted, and nodded when told her salary would be raised.

Rather, thereโ€™s no way someone would argue that they donโ€™t have the ability and refuse.

They reluctantly accepted what they could get, and when the clanโ€™s management deteriorated, they got fed up with the increasingly prickly Luke and ran away.

Thatโ€™s what happened.

โ€œBecause they didnโ€™t think about anything at all, everyone involved, including the person themselves, became unhappy.โ€

This is the publicโ€™s evaluation of Fฤซna.

No malice, no ambition, no ability.

As an individual, there was no problem. However, they were not the person to become an executive of a prestigious clan.

The one who put such a person in a key position was none other than Luke.

โ€œThe fool who lost everything due to nepotism, blamed the woman in the end, and attacked her on the street.โ€

This is the evaluation of Luke.

He was not sentenced to death because the victim did not die, but the crime of causing a disturbance on the main street was serious, and he was chained in prison and forced to work.

This is the miserable end of the Gold-lined Butterflies, a prestigious adventurer clan in Gaillia, which had fifty members at its peak.

And this incident became a poem by the hands of the minstrels and was sung in many taverns.

Under the title โ€œButterflies Dancing in the Setting Sunโ€.

๐„๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐•๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ


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