### Chapter 39: Deadlock
A high-flying, murderous star eclipse cursed bird descended!
She quickly wounded a star holder, bl**d smearing her as her aura surged, her arms growing metal feathers like sharp blades slicing through human flesh with ease!
Dozens of star holders were present!
Those who serve as bodyguards to the main house of noble families naturally have their unique skills.
Soon, half of them broke off to deal with the rampaging cursed bird, while the rest went to capture Ulysses.
The battlefield became chaotic.
People were falling left and right, bl**d soaking the ground, all on the side of the nobles’ guards and attendants.
Over a dozen star holders had fallen under the cursed bird’s wings!
And this number continued to grow!
It’s clear that a rampaging mid-tier star eclipse is not something anyone can handle.
Even these bodyguards raised by the noble families find it hard to resist the cursed bird’s terrifying killing power!
No star holder present possessed overwhelming strength!
They could only use sheer numbers to wear down this terrifying enemy.
Compared to the situation with the cursed bird:
Ulysses was slightly worse off.
His star wasn’t built for direct combat.
Its effects on other star holders waned, making it unable to disrupt their concepts for long. Before long, they broke free from its influence.
All Ulysses could do was use standard physical abilities to take down those momentarily dazed.
But with too many foes, he kept getting knocked down and cut up!
Boom!
A loud noise drew everyone’s attention.
The cursed bird flew backwards, crashing near Ulysses.
“Curse Bird!”
Now, the cursed bird was in tatters, missing most of her limbs, her vitality waning.
Even if the cursed bird was strong, she was just a mid-tier star eclipse.
Surrounded by a horde of star holders, she was bound to weaken over time.
These attendants were different from the recklessly murdering commoners.
Star holders were far stronger than regular folks!
Especially since they were expert fighters!
After killing most of her enemies, the cursed bird hit her limit!
Then someone wielding a giant sword approached the fallen cursed bird and raised his weapon.
“Monster, go d*e.”
The giant sword fell.
The blade’s reflection appeared in the cursed bird’s eyes.
“Gah…”
Even an unconscious star eclipse felt her end approaching.
She blamed no one; memories of Night Star and Ulysses swirled in her mind.
In that instant, the cursed bird lifted her remaining iron skeleton, still bearing an iron feather.
Pierced by the star-infused giant sword, the cursed bird’s existence was utterly erased.
The person who struck hesitated, head drooping, bl**d spraying out.
That last iron feather became her scythe.
This was a mutual destruction scenario.
Seeing this, Ulysses nearly bit his teeth in anger.
“cr*p!”
He was furious!
The cursed bird was dead!
When he first rescued her, Ulysses saw her as nothing more than a tool for killing.
At least until Night Star came along.
Only Night Star considered those “monsters” friends.
Influenced by Night Star’s thinking, Ulysses came to think of the cursed bird as a reliable teammate.
Her d*ath before his eyes was brutal!
Ulysses felt his heart twist, a memory of witnessing the performance troupe leader’s d*ath.
Why couldn’t his trickery save them?
As Ulysses wallowed in self-loathing, someone stood above him, gazing down.
“You…”
Ulysses stared at the figure, eyes slowly widening.
“Night Star…”
Indeed.
Before him stood a petite, silver-haired, red-eyed form—his trusted Night Star!
“Did you come to save me…?”
But “Night Star” smirked, raising a slender sword and coldly stabbing Ulysses.
Pierc!
Ulysses barely registered the move, shock filling his eyes.
Even the pain in his chest couldn’t overshadow his confusion.
“Why?”
“Night Star” pondered, then turned back with an unsettlingly cute smile.
“Just for fun. Thank you for trusting me all this time, Ulysses.”
Hearing this name, despair filled Ulysses’s eyes.
“Ulysses”—only Night Star knew that now.
Is that so?
At the end, there was no one to truly trust.
Even the deceiver met his end in the lies he told.
Was that his fate?
Hilarious.
Ulysses thought bitterly, his life fading from his eyes.
“Night Star” pulled out the sword and walked away.
Meanwhile,
The ballad conductor joyfully watched.
“The greatest deceiver is cornered by his own carefully crafted lies and dies in despair at false words—it’s beautiful tragedy.”
Indeed.
He, the ballad conductor, indirectly ruined Ulysses’s plan.
But even in this dire state, a glimmer of hope remained in Ulysses’s mind.
That mystery—Night Star.
The ballad conductor wouldn’t allow hope to shine, so he personally stepped in, pretending to be Night Star to strike Ulysses’s hopes.
That joy in destroying his hope felt wonderful.
Ulysses shouldn’t be so miserable.
If Night Star hadn’t been involved, she might not have given him that bright ray of hope.
Nor would there be the deep despair from being betrayed by “Night Star.”
In a way, Night Star made this tragic story even more delightful for the ballad conductor.
How marvelous.
A smile spread across the ballad conductor’s face.
“What a splendid end you brought, Night Star… How should I thank you?”
…
After some time passed.
Waiting for results at Sharon’s place, Night Lan rushed out when Hughes arrived, a clear look of confusion on his face.
Night Lan hurried over.
“What happened with the noble meeting?”
“Quite bizarre… The trials of several nobles were nearly the lightest, requiring only large fines.”
Hughes rubbed his head, recalling the strange turn of events. It seemed off.
The outcome shouldn’t have been this way.
There should have been many more votes to strip them of their titles.
In the end, no one voted.
Not even he did.
Something felt off controlling the entire meeting.
What was going on?
“Also, a massive battle erupted outside the meeting venue. Casualties are high—the reports say a young fraudster deceived most of the nobles but also died on site. Right now, his body’s in Jadin noble’s territory waiting for handling.”
Jadin noble was the biggest noble clan deceived by the fraudster.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Night Lan shot up, a terrifying aura erupting.
“Where!?”
