Her own father was dead.
She couldn’t afford to appear too grief-stricken. Otherwise, the entire city of St. Sunday might succumb to a sense of sadness and surrender during the funeral. So, Theresa Lindsay had to present herself as strong and authoritative.
She wanted revenge.
She needed to be full of hatred.
She had to pull all the forces together.
This was the stance of the warmongers in the city, mostly consisting of military families like Theresa Lindsay’s, where many were martial arts practitioners and had served in the military. They had fiery temperaments.
They were the kind who would fight to the death rather than retreat.
Asking them to surrender to the South Land people, who had slaughtered the citizens of Kisia, was unthinkable.
“I think I’ll refrain from joining for now. If I do, I might cause trouble for you all,” Robin shook his head.
“What trouble could possibly arise? Here in St. Sunday, we Lindsays still have some influence, and the warmongers are still quite strong,” Theresa Lindsay stood up after saying this. She turned to the others and announced, “Listen everyone, from today onwards, this gentleman… what’s your name again?”
She turned back to ask Robin.
She had forgotten to ask his name.
“Mr. X,” Robin’s voice suddenly became a bit hoarse and deep.
Had he caught a cold?
Theresa Lindsay thought to herself, unsure why his voice had suddenly changed. However, she didn’t dwell on it and continued addressing the crowd, “From today onwards, Mr. X here is one of us warmongers.”
“Hah, warmongers,” the majority of those around them sneered.
In St. Sunday, the warmongers were a joke.
Two-thirds of the city sided with the peace faction, which included the Roach family of St. Sunday and the city’s largest gang, the Tiger Gang. With these two peace factions in place, the warmongers indeed seemed like a joke.
However, the Lindsay family was still a prominent family in St. Sunday. Theresa Lindsay had a fiery temper and was always ready for a fight. No one dared to offend her lightly. They just sneered a few times and mocked her in their hearts.
“See? No one dares to speak up when we warmongers make a move,” Theresa Lindsay, sensing the mocking atmosphere, quickly tried to boost Robin’s morale, telling him how formidable the warmongers were.
In reality, there weren’t many warmongers.
The main figures were only a few.
After all, St. Sunday was mostly populated by prosperous and wealthy elites who saw no need to resist when they could surrender and preserve themselves.
“Sounds impressive,” Robin comforted Theresa Lindsay.
“Of course,” Theresa Lindsay was still quite excited. Saying this meant that Robin was really willing to join the warmongers. Under these circumstances, she had finally managed to recruit someone.
It hadn’t been easy.
“Hmph, warmongers. Sooner or later, I’ll make you beg to join us.” Adriana Hale was talking to a man on the other side but kept her eyes on them. Hearing Theresa Lindsay’s words, she let out a cold laugh. How could there still be warmongers given the current situation? Such foolishness.
At that moment, a series of lights burst in the sky, followed by a rain of roses. It was incredibly beautiful, and everyone looked towards the entrance, knowing that the guest of honour had arrived.
A man in a white shirt, a gold-patterned suit, and a gold-patterned mask walked in, exuding a noble air.
“Young Master,” numerous people around him bowed.
This was because he was Charles Roach, the eldest son of the Roach family, the top family in St. Sunday.
“Young Master, would you like to dance?” Among the many women whose eyes were filled with stars at the sight of him, only one woman dared to step forward, extending her hand to invite Charles Roach to dance.
She wore a form-fitting gown and her eyes sparkled with joy.
“Alright,” Charles Roach extended his hand, and they began to dance.
“Who is that woman?” Robin asked out of curiosity.
“That woman is Laurie Harris. The Harris family used to be part of our warmongers and were a core part of our strength. However, just yesterday, news came that the Harris family was marrying into the Roach family. Laurie Harris, the eldest daughter of the Harris family, is marrying Charles Roach, the eldest son of the Roach family. The Harris family has betrayed us, betrayed the warmongers, choosing to be dogs for the South Land people,” Theresa Lindsay said through gritted teeth. She hated traitors the most, especially those who not only betrayed their own camp, but the entire nation.
The so-called peace faction was simply a surrender faction. They were afraid to admit it out loud, so they labeled themselves as the peace faction. The reason they were still celebrating and dancing was that they had no intention of resisting at all.
“Interesting,” Robin chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.
In a short while, Charles Roach and Laurie Harris finished their dance and walked towards Robin and Theresa. However, they were not coming for Robin, but Theresa Lindsay.
“Theresa, would you like to dance?” Charles Roach glanced at Theresa Lindsay with a somewhat predatory look.
In St. Sunday, most of the girls were attracted to him. Laurie Harris, Adriana Hale, any of them would gladly share his bed at his say-so.
The only exception was Theresa Lindsay.
So, he had always wanted to conquer this wild horse.
However, Theresa Lindsay shook her head, leaned on Robin’s shoulder and said playfully, like a coquettish girl, “I can’t. I have a boyfriend now, and he doesn’t like me dancing with others.”
As she spoke, she whispered to Robin, “Help me out, this guy is really annoying.”
At this point, Charles Roach, the eldest son of the Roach family, the most powerful family in St. Sunday and the main force of the peace faction, finally turned his attention to Robin. Seeing the mask Robin was wearing, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
“This is a masquerade I am hosting. Everyone is wearing elegant masks. You, on the other hand, are wearing a tusks mask. What are you trying to imply? Are you here to cause trouble or to disrespect me and my Roach family? Take it off,” Charles Roach reached out to grab Robin’s mask, intending to remove it.
However, with a clang, Robin grabbed his hand.
“You guessed right, I am indeed here to cause trouble,” Robin smiled, looking up.
Then, a flash of cold light streaked across his waist, and a military knife appeared in his hand. He pulled it upwards, and a splash of blood flew. Then, with a thud, Charles Roach’s body fell to the ground.
His eyes were wide-open in death, refusing to close.
He probably never dreamt that he would die here.
“…”
The entire ballroom fell silent, as if everyone was holding their breath. Nobody said a word, everyone was as if dreaming, witnessing this scene where Young Master Roach was killed at his own party.