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“Greetings, Deputy Commander Devin.”
“The assassins are dead. Take care of the rest,” Sophie said, dragging her Rose Spear as she turned to leave without looking back.
“Understood!” Michael’s voice echoed behind her.
Blake’s gaze still lingered on her retreating figure, and he was unwilling to look away.
Sophie’s departure, from her descent to her calm exit, took no more than 15 minutes.
Though she was the deputy commander, she was a divorced woman from the Jaffe family and had no control over Mystic Army affairs. So, it was inappropriate for her to stay longer.
Michael ordered the masks of the assassins to be removed. Freya stood by, watching coldly. Although she maintained a calm exterior, turmoil raged within her.
These assassins weren’t from Westhaven?
If they were not from Westhaven, then who wanted to kill her?
Only the people from Westhaven would hate her to the bone.
However, even if the assassins were not Westhaven, they might still have been hired by someone from Westhaven.
The physician arrived, and Michael instructed them to tend to the wounded before questioning.
Blake had more than several cuts, and Rebecca’s tears fell as she looked at him.
“How cruel. Who are these people?”
Blake remained silent, unable to determine who the attackers were but certain they had targeted Freya. However, his current concern was not about their identities but his shock at why Sophie had come to rescue them tonight.
The Hell Monarch’s household had its own spies and could easily know about the assassins’ movements. But even if she wanted to help the Jaffe family, why had Sophie come personally? There were so many skilled fighters at Hell Monarch Estate, including the formidable instructor, Travis.
Wouldn’t it have been better to send him?
Why did she have to come herself?
The question kept spinning around in his mind, constantly causing him discomfort and pain.
From the moment Sophie’s Rose Spear had saved him when Freya used him as a shield, he realized that everything else his pride and past grievances-seemed less important compared to what she had done for him tonight.
He was so overwhelmed by this realization that he didn’t even hear
Michael’s questions. It was Viola’s crying that brought him back to his senses. He looked up in a daze seeing the servants carrying away the bodies of Viola’s maids and Viola herself sitting on the ground, wailing loudly.
The guards in the estate had either been killed or gravely injured. While Valor Estate wasn’t drenched in blood, it was still a scene of utter carnage.
“Do you recognize any of these people?” Michael asked again.
Blake shook his head. “I’ve never seen them before.”
Michael frowned. “Tell me everything about how the assassins entered the estate tonight. Since they’re dead and we can’t interrogate them, we need to find out who was behind this.” Blake glanced at Freya, who was sitting nearby and tending to her wounds. The blood on her face had dried and couldn’t be wiped away, and her eyes were filled with gloom and complexity.
Blake recounted the events, leaving nothing out. He plainly stated that the attack was aimed at Freya, and that the many deaths in the estate were due to Freya locking the door to Grace Mansion. As he spoke, Viola suddenly stood up from the ground and walked toward Freya.
With tears streaming down her face, she slapped Freya across the face and yelled, “Why did you lock the door? If you hadn’t locked the door, they wouldn’t have died!”
Freya’s head snapped to the side from the slap. She clenched her teeth but didn’t strike back, focusing instead on tending to her wound.
Viola turned to Michael, wiping her tears with one hand as she shouted, “Mr. Brown, it was her! The assassins came for her. She locked herself in the room, and pushed me and my maids out. She’s responsible for my maids’ death! And the assassins-Sophie had already taken them down and tied them up, but Freya went crazy and killed them all. Mr. Brown, please get justice for me!” Michael glanced at Freya. Before he could ask any questions, Freya said coldly, “They broke into Valor Estate and killed guards and maids. Why would I leave them alive? Keeping them around would only bring more trouble.”
Michael examined the assassins’ bodies, and was dissatisfied with Freya’s response. “Their tendons were severed, their cores were damaged, and they were bound. What further danger could they pose? Leaving them alive and questioning them to find out who was behind this would have been the real way to prevent future threats.”
Freya remained unnervingly calm. “I apologize. They killed so many people in Valor Estate. In my anger and grief, I didn’t think to leave any alive for interrogation.”
Michael chose not to respond to this. There was no need to waste words.
Viola’s anger was far from abated, even though she had slapped Freya. She recalled that Freya had locked the door in the face of danger, leading to Julia and Yvonne’s deaths. Hearing her reply to Michael, Viola was convinced that Freya was at fault.
Viola coldly demanded, “The assassins came for you! Who exactly did you cross, and what kind of shameful things have you done? Julia and Yvonne died because of you. You owe me an explanation!”
Freya scoffed derisively. “If you want an explanation, ask the assassins. I didn’t kill your maids.”
“It’s because you locked the door that the assassins were able to kill them!” Viola retorted.
Freya’s tone was icy, “Why not say it’s because you blocked the door, and they were standing in front of you? You’re the reason they’re dead.”
“You’re talking nonsense!”
Freya tightened the bandage on her wounds and looked up at Viola, her face half covered and shrouded in gloom.
“There were so many people in the estate, but the assassins didn’t kill them. Didn’t they kill your maids because your maids were trying to protect you, and you just happened to be blocking the door? I locked the door and kept you out, so the assassins wouldn’t have killed you. But instead of running, you stood there pounding on the door. Are you still going to say it’s not your fault they died?”
Viola recalled the events and realized it was indeed as Freya had said. She had been standing at the door, while Julia and Yvonne had been trembling with fear but stiet trying to protect her. The assassins had killed Julia and Yvonne, and then had intended to kill Viola. It was only her husband’s timely arrival that had saved her.
Realizing she was the reason they died, Viola collapsed to the ground, her body going limp as tears flowed uncontrollably.
As Blake listened to the exchange between Freya and Viola, he couldn’t help but think back to the things Freya had said to him before the assassins arrived.
It was laughable-he had almost believed her then.
From an outsider’s perspective, hearing her now blame Viola for everything made him realize how skilled Freya was at distorting the truth.
Before the attack, she had insisted she was thinking of their future. But when disaster struck, she had thrown him in harm’s way to save herself. He had seen the depths of her ruthlessness.
No wonder she saw massacring civilians as just another step toward was her ambitions, something she believed everyone would do. In her mind, if it served her interests, no act terrible. She cared for no one but herself. Her talk of raising the status of women was just that-talk.
All she ever wanted was to raise her own status.
For such a selfish woman, he had abandoned Sophie!
Blake’s heart sank into an icy abyss, and he shook with rage. He wanted nothing more than to strike Freya down on the spot. Yet, his anger would have to wait until they got through questioning from the Royal Citadel and the Capital Guards. Then, he would make sure she paid for all of it.
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