The 0th Corps Commander Became Trash! [ TCF x INTKOT ]

Chapter 7* - Hero V.S. Villain

Jaykar stood from the side, smiling as he watched the ongoing interactions.

'Looks like his Majesty was correct. Even his presence alone brings stability and hope amongst the soldiers.'

Jaykar thought as he looked at the once-gloomy soldiers who were now happier and relieved at the sight of the Zeroth Corps Commander.

Yet unbeknownst to them, except for Deon, an assassin was waiting for the right moment to attack.

However, Deon quickly noticed him.

'So that's where he is. Now all I have to do is wait- Oh?'

Deon caught the blade that was thrown at him. His casual stance and catch made it seem as if he was out for a leisurely stroll.

?!

This wasn't supposed to happen yet? So far, everything's gone according to the story, so why is it now changing like this?'

Deon held the blade in his hand and looked back to the spot where the assassin was. The thick branch where the assassin stood by was now empty. His gaze darkened at the sudden realization of skill coming from the perpetrator.

"Sir Arut, are you alright?"

Jaykar inspected Deon to see if any wounds had appeared.

"I'm fine, I guess they heard of my arrival, which is why they're trying to get rid of me now."

"How dare they..."

"I said it's fine. More than that, have someone check this, but be careful; they wouldn't just randomly throw blades at me."

"If that's what you wish."

Deon handed over the poison-laced blade to Jaykar carefully, making sure not to cut the First Corps Commander.

"Then I'll head back in now."

Deon said before walking back into the tent. Inside, he could smell a faint scent of wine coming from deeper inside the tent.

'Oh great, it's almost time for another near-death experience. My life is so fun...'

Deon mentally sighed as he looked at Ed, who was bringing out a wine glass to the table.

"Sir Arut, this is for you!"

Ed quickly poured a glass of wine and handed it over to Deon, who hesitated for a bit. He was contemplating whether or not to take the wine glass.

"Okay."

Deon looked at the glass for a few seconds before chucking it right at the assassin, who immediately dodged after realizing where it was aimed. However, due to the minimal space inside the tent, he was instead discovered in a humiliating.

"Ed, did you know I detested rats?"

Deon said, he gave a cold look to Ed, who flinched at the look of indifference that was filled with hostility. If the phrase "being lazily cold-blooded" was a thing, he would no doubt be a picture-perfect example of it. Just the look in his eyes and lazy appearance was enough to still them with fear. If he had actually acted upon the word 'cold-blooded,' perhaps his notorious image might have escalated further.

He spared a few glances at the assassin who was on his knees. The incident that happened just happened, whether it was the poisoned dagger or the wine incident; all of these had happened in the guidebook. Although the unfolding scene was quite different than the guidebook itself, it still played out one way or another. The only difference was that he purposefully let everyone see the assassination attempt.

"Tch, are you gonna kill me now that you finally decided to reveal me?"

"No, you can go."

"S-sir Arut, he's an enemy we can't-"