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From his sleeve, a dagger slipped into his grasp, its silver gleam flashing…
Sophie’s eyes flickered.
Good. This was what she had been waiting for.
“Your Highness!”
Wayne’s face went pale with shock. Before he could even shout, Yuvan let out a scream. The dagger had sunk into his abdomen, but not deeply enough to cause serious damage. The blade was still in place and blood started to trickle out, but not in a large amount. “Dad!”
The group gasped in alarm. Upon seeing the blood, Molly nearly fainted and her body collapsed weakly against Fiona. Sophie’s voice was as cold as ice.
“Your Highness, if you truly had no ill intentions, no one would believe it now. You actually tried to murder me? I am the commander of the Mystic Army, sworn to protect the capital-both inside and out. You’ve gathered troops near the outpost, which raises serious suspicions. I have every right to detain you and bring you to the capital for questioning. Not only do you refuse to cooperate, but you also dare to draw a blade against me?”
Wayne, seeing an opportunity, quickly spoke up, “Prince Yuvan is injured. If we don’t stop the bleeding soon, he may be in grave danger. Lady Sophie, please release him so the physician can tend to the wound.”
His eyes were on Sophie, waiting for her to loosen her grip. The moment she did, he would signal the suicide soldiers to attack. He needed to act fast before reinforcements arrived. The plan was simple-kill them all and escape quickly. But Sophie still held Yuvan’s throat, though she had loosened her grip just enough to allow him to breathe. “It’s just a minor wound. As long as the dagger stays in place, it won’t be fatal.”
Yuvan gasped for air, the pain in his abdomen sending tremors through his body. This woman had no hesitation or mercy-she was ruthless. He struggled to stay upright, his body swaying as if it would collapse at any moment.
Sophie’s voice was cold and steady as she said, “Your Highness, you might want to stay steady. With a slight movement, the dagger will go deeper. If you’re not careful, you might lose your life.”
“Attacking a royal-do you even realize the crime you’re committing?!” Yuvan spat furiously, glaring.
Sophie laughed coldly. “How curious. Are you suggesting this dagger belongs to me?”
“Tell me, what do you want from me?”
Yuvan’s voice was strained, veins bulging as pain and desperation began to take their toll. He wasn’t completely at his end, but the agony was pushing him to the brink. His patience was running thin.
Her tone calm and calculating, Sophie took her time in saying, “I want to know why you’ve set up camp here. What are you planning? Do you intend to raid the outpost?”
She wasn’t about to let Yuvan go easily. Even if Violet’s involvement in this was cleared up, Sophie wouldn’t let him off the hook. She would wait until Violet returned and the drug was dealt with before making her move. She needed to see this through, for her peace of mind. Otherwise, the bitterness of this situation would gnaw at her for the rest of her life.
So, she would drag it out. She would wait for Violet and Isaac to return.
…
Meanwhile, Isaac had taken Violet up to the hillside across from the main road, where he had planned to rest earlier. The mat had yet to be rolled up, and it was the perfect place to leave her.
He sealed a few of her pressure points, rendering her unable to move. Then, he removed a bundle from the donkey’s back and took out a black-glazed ceramic bottle. He opened it; a foul stench immediately wafted up, filling the air.
Isaac pressed his hand on Violet’s pressure points, causing her to stir violently, her body writhing as though she were some kind of octopus. He let her struggle forenet moment before seizing her chin, forcing her mouth open, and dripping a few drops of medicine into it. Then, he shoved her away roughly.
“Throw it up, Violet!”
Violet gagged, her stomach turning violently. The foul stench of the medicine churned her insides;
before she could stop herself, sheet dropped to the ground and began vomiting uncontrollably. The world spun around her as she expelled everything, her body jerking with the force of it.
While Violet was throwing up, Isaac climbed the nearby tree to get a better look at the situation. Sophie was still holding Yuvan captive, while Claire and the others remained in the quards’ hold. They were locked in a standoff. However, with Yuvan now in Sophie’s grip, they were hesitant to make any bold moves.
Isaac needed to move quickly and join them.
Violet was exhausted and weakened from her violent retching, her body as limp as a rag doll. She fell backward and ended up lying beneath the donkey, opening her eyes just in time to see its tongue sticking out. With a jolt of panic, she rolled away in a hurry. Her senses slowly began to return, and with them, her memories started to clear.
She remembered riding alongside the person delivering silk threads to the workshop. The carts carrying grains and cloth had already gone ahead, so they decided to take a shortcut through a narrow alley in hopes of reaching their destination faster.
Once they entered the alley, Violet suddenly felt weak all over, losing all strength. She fell from her horse-and then, everything went dark. When she woke up, she was being dragged along a mountain path in the dead of night.
A sharp chill ran through her, freezing her in place.
A wave of memories hit her like a tidal wave, fury rushing in as she recalled the stench of that disgusting breath against her neck, the feeling of her clothes…
Looking down, she saw her clothes were still half undone. She quickly fixed herself.
“Beast! I’ll kill you!”
With a roar of fury, Violet sprang to her feet, shaking with rage.
Rafael, Kyle, and Travis led the soldiers from Hell Monarch Estate as they galloped down the main road, quickly reaching the small grove. Torches lit the area like it was broad daylight, casting flickering shadows across the trees.
Even without wearing armor, Rafael sat tall on his massive steed. He commanded an air of authority, like a general ready to claim victory on the battlefield.
His sharp gaze swept over the area, but before he could speak, he heard Violet charging toward them, her furious shouts cutting through the night air.
“Beast! I’ll kill you!”
She was unarmed, but the fury in her eyes made her seem like a wild animal charging forward with all her strength. She slammed into Yuvan’s chest with a force that sent him stumbling back.
Sophie was quick to react. She moved aside but didn’t intervene letting Violet release her rage instead.
Yuvan was sent flying several feet, hitting the ground hard. He coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth. Violet pounced on him, her hands landing mercilessly on his face, slapping him again and again. Though she had only just recovered from the poison, her fury pushed her beyond her limits. The strikes were swift, and within moments, she had slapped him into unconsciousness.
“What are you all waiting for? Help him!” Fiona shouted in alarm.
The suicide soldiers and guards moved forward to assist, but Rafael swiftly rode into their path, blocking them.
Travis raised his iron staff in front of him, a clear warning. “I dare any of you to try!”
The soldiers of Hell Monarch Estate stepped forward, forming a protective line, swords drawn and ready.
Seeing the tension rising, Wayne quickly called out, “It’s a misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding. Release them!”
He ordered his men to free Claire and Iris, who both had traces of blood on their necks. Thankfully, it seemed like only minor injuries.
Sophie stepped forward and addressed Rafael, saying, “Your Highness, the Capital Guard discovered that Prince Yuvan set up camp here last night, not far from the garrison outpost. We don’t know what they intend to do.”
Rafael glanced at her, his expression distant. Regardless, he understood her intention-to shift the focus of this matter onto the nearby garrison outpost.
“Mr. Mullen, send someone to notify General Farrell at the garrison outpost,” Rafael ordered. “Tell him to keep a close eye out and prepare for any suspicious activity.”
If they were going to redirect the blame, they had to go all in. Involving Thomas was necessary to make the act convincing.