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Ignoring her concerns about the ruby tiara for now, Serena and Jade helped Rebecca up and headed towards Grace Mansion.
When they reached Grace Mansion, they didn’t expect to see Blake fiercely fighting the assassins, his clothes stained with blood and clearly injured.
The second branch family members were of little help. They were only able to wield knives ineffectively and get injured in the process. They were truly useless. Rebecca was terrified. She scanned the room, but didn’t see Freya fighting alongside Blake. Instead, she noticed Viola cowering in a corner.
“Where’s Freya? Find her!” Rebecca took a deep breath and pushed Jade urgently. “Go quickly!”
Jade was frightened and ran off in a panic. Seeing this, Serena hurried back to her own courtyard to hide.
In the end, the window had been shattered, and the three assassins leaped inside.
Freya had been alert and had positioned herself near the door. As the assassins broke through the window, she swiftly opened the door and charged outside. The assassin fighting Blake saw Freya and immediately kicked Blake aside, leaping at her with his sword raised.
Freya tried to block the attack, but was forced back by the impact. Her chest heaved with exertion as she struggled to regain her footing. As she did, she felt the sharp sting of the sword cut through her flesh at her waist.
Despite his earlier frustration with Freya for hiding, Blake rushed to help her after seeing she had been injured. The two fought back to back.
The assassins had previously been cautious when fighting with Blake. But now that Freya was out here, they attacked with lethal intent.
The two of them fought desperately but were quickly overwhelmed, blood splattering everywhere.
The assassins showed no desire to linger in battle. One dealt with Gregory and his sons, while the remaining three pressed their attack on Freya, targeting her chest with their blades.
In a panic, Freya threw down her sword and pulled Blake in front of her, using him as a shield.
“No!” Rebecca and Viola both screamed in shock at the sight.
Never in Blake’s wildest dreams would he imagine that Freya would do such a thing. He was injured, and Freya held him tightly. As a result, he couldn’t swing his sword in defense. He could only watch helplessly as the three assassins advanced, their swords poised to plunge into his heart.
Everyone’s blood ran cold, but no one could do anything. Rebecca couldn’t even bear to watch, terrified of seeing her son die at the hands of the assassins.
In the nick of time, a red spear flew through the air, expertly knocking aside the three swords. The impact caused the assassins to recoil in pain and urgently step back.
A figure landed gracefully, quickly retrieving the spear and immediately engaging the assassins. With swift and precise moves, she forced the attackers back without hesitation.
The assassins were forced to retreat continuously. The formidable sword techniques they had used earlier were rendered ineffective under the pressure of her spear. Within ten moves, the assassins’ swords were all on the ground.
Within twenty moves, all the assassins lay defeated. Their tendons had been severed, their inner force depleted. They collapsed, unable to even lift their swords. The summer night breeze tousled her slightly disheveled hair. Under the light from the corridor, she slowly lifted her face, and everyone finally recognized her. Viola was trembling in fear as she uttered the name.
“Sophie?”
Sophie was wearing a white dress and a pair of embroidered cloth shoes. Her sleeves were wide, and the long dress accentuated her slender figure.
However, the murderous intent in her gaze had not dissipated. Her clothes were stained with the blood of the assassins, the spots spreading out into delicate patterns like small camellias on the white satin.
As everyone stood stunned, Gregory quickly stepped forward and ordered, “Tie them up and hand them over to the Royal Citadel.”
“Fetch a physician! Now!” Rebecca rushed over to support Blake, whose face was pale. “Where are you hurt? Where?”
Blake’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Sophie. He was covered in wounds, mostly superficial, but the pain seemed to penetrate deep into his core.
Earlier, he had thought he would die when Freya used him as a shield against the assassins’ swords.
But just as death was closing in on him, Sophie arrived.
At that moment, Blake felt a mix of excitement and pain. After such a close brush with death, his emotions were all over the place.
Dragging his bleeding leg, he looked at Sophie and asked, “You came to save me? How did you get here? You still care about my family’s safety, don’t you? You still care about me, right?”
Sophie’s gaze was cold as she watched the members of Gregory’s family bind the assassins.
When she heard Blake’s words, Sophie frowned and turned to him. “I am the deputy commander of the Mystic Army. Isn’t it logical for me to be here?”
“No!” Blake stared at her with reddened eyes. “You care about me! You do! You’re just angry that I took a concubine.”
Sophie rolled her eyes and addressed Gregory respectfully, “Mr.
Gregory, know you work in the
Royal Citadel. I’ve severed the tendons of these assassins. After they’re bound, send them directly to the Royal Citadel for severe interrogation.”
“Yes, Your Grace!” Gregory called out loudly, emphasizing her title to remind Blake that she was now a princess consort, and he had best keep quiet.
Blake’s face turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.
Sophie watched as the assassins were bound. Then, she heard the sound of many footsteps approaching from outside and knew the garrison unit and the Capital Guards had arrived. Leaving the aftermath to them, Sophie turned to leave Grace Mansion. She didn’t want to stay here for another moment.
Just as she was about to step out, she heard Gregory’s shocked exclamation behind her, “Freya, what are you doing?”
Sophie whipped around to see
Freya slashing at the assassins necks with the sword in her hand. After finishing off the last one, blood splattered onto her face, making her look sinister and cold.
“Those who kill must die!” Freya coldly declared.
“You’re insane!” Gregory was furious. “They’re all bound! If we don’t get the authorities to interrogate them to find out who sent them, we can’t eliminate future threats!”
Freya looked up, her gaze locking with Sophie’s in midair. Her eyes were a mix of complexity and malice as she gritted her teeth.
“You’re a discarded woman the Jaffe family cast out. What right do you have to come back here?”
Sophie observed Freya’s bloodied face, and her frown deepened. “Did you think they were Westhaven spies? What an idiot.”
Freya’s expression shifted slightly, her eyes filled with even more venom. Yes, she was worried that they could be Westhaven spies. If they were tortured by the Royal Citadel and the local authorities, they might reveal information about Fawnrun City. Right now, she was still hoping for the best since the king had yet to punish her.
But if the matter was discovered through interrogation by the local authorities…
Freya couldn’t afford to gamble on it.
Sophie could tell exactly what Freya was thinking, and it made her feel exposed and humiliated.
Moments later, Michael arrived with the Capital Guards. When he saw Sophie, he saluted.