Reincarnated as the third son of the Duke

Chapter 42 42 A Debt Repaid: The Lion and the Fallen Knight

Felicia's mind reeled.

How?

How had he copied her in an instant?

Before she could even finish processing the thought, her consciousness faded, and she collapsed.

William exhaled.

"Well, that's that."

The Black Lions stared.

Their eyes flickered with disbelief.

They had expected a struggle.

They had expected a prolonged fight.

But the Third Young Master had ended it in a single exchange.

It wasn't just about strength.

Or speed.

It was instinct—the kind that even years of training couldn't teach.

Felicia had bested two of them—Black Lions, handpicked warriors—and yet, William had taken her down with one strike.

More than that, he had mimicked her technique perfectly.

And he had only been learning the sword for two months.

It was unnerving.

Some had dismissed the rumors—that William was a hidden beast, a lion with its claws sheathed.

Now, they weren't so sure.

William glanced down at Felicia's unconscious form, his expression unreadable.

"She still hasn't fixed that bad habit."

A faint smirk played on his lips.

"When someone taller swings diagonally, she always dodges by lowering her stance. Makes her an easy target."

He sighed.

"Too bad for her."

Those who learn the sword without a proper teacher always develop bad habits—one or two, at the very least.

In Felix's case, whenever facing a taller opponent, he instinctively dodged diagonal slashes by lowering his stance.

It was an effective habit.

By ducking under the attack, he could close the distance and counterattack before his opponent had time to react.

But a move repeated too often eventually becomes predictable.

William had first noticed the flaw while working alongside Felix on a mercenary job.

It was because of his gender.

A female knight was a fantasy—something out of fairy tales, not reality.

A noble lady might have been able to secure such a title through influence.

But a common-born woman?

The very fact that Felix—no, Felicia—had been knighted at all was a miracle.

The Border Duke had hidden her true gender and granted her a real opportunity to prove herself.

Not just as decoration—but on the battlefield.

And in a way, she was just like William.

Despite unmatched talent, she had been forced to sell herself short because of circumstances beyond her control.

Not this time.

This time, Felicia wouldn't have to lower herself.

William would clear away every obstacle in her path.

And in return—

She would stand by his side and wield her sword for him.

"Hugo. Take her with us."

There was a pause.

"...Hugo?"

Hugo snapped back to attention. "Ah, yes. Apologies. How should we handle her?"

William's gaze flickered toward Felicia's unconscious form.

"Tie her up—make sure she can't cause trouble. But treat her well."

"Understood."

At William's command, Hugo ordered his men to carry Felicia away.

That left only the fallen knights, a single remaining maid, and the Marquis's son, Philip.

Philip, realizing that all possible escape routes were cut off, trembled with rage.

His glare locked onto Hugo as he shouted.

"You street rat! You dare betray me?! You think you'll get away with selling me out? Do you really believe you'll be safe after betraying the Logran Marquisate?!"

"Young Master!"

The fallen knights cried out in horror.

Too late.

William laughed.

"Logran Marquisate, huh?"

He had wondered which powerful hand had been pulling the strings.

He hadn't even needed to interrogate Philip—he had confessed the moment he opened his mouth.