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The noblewomen who had come as guests were alarmed by the commotion and thought the guards were losing the battle. In a panic, they attempted to flee. However, just as they stepped outside, an arrow whizzed through the air and struck the main door with a loud thud.
The women who had just darted out were so frightened that they nearly lost their wits. They scrambled back inside, some even crawling on the ground.
A few assassins had reached the front courtyard and were battling the household soldiers. But for the three assassins, fighting dozens of household soldiers was child’s play. The household soldiers’ swords barely grazed the assassins’ clothing. The only sounds were the occasional clashing of blades. To anyone unaware, it would look like they were just fooling around.
The assassins weren’t using lethal force. They mostly disarmed their opponents, then delivered swift kicks that sent the soldiers sprawling to the ground.
The main door swung open just then, and Michael led the capital guards inside. Tonight, Blake happened to be on duty and had come along to assist. As soon as they entered, they saw the clash between the assassins and the guards.
Without hesitation, Michael drew his sword and charged in. The assassins were skilled, and the household soldiers struggled to land a blow even with the Capital Guard’s support.
Cries of pain echoed from the back courtyard, prompting Michael to shout, “To the back! There are more assassins in the rear courtyard! Leave a few men here to protect the high priests and the noblewomen!”
Blake noticed the crowded space and the presence of the high priests. If anything were to go wrong, the consequences would be dire.
He stepped forward to address Zane, saying, “Sir, it’s best if you retreat to a safe place. Once the assassins are captured, you can continue your prayers.
Zane shook his head. “There’s no need for that. Attend to your duties. This altar is already open tonight, and I will not leave until my prayers are complete.”
“There are assassins! It’s dangerous” Blake insisted.
With his hands clasped in prayer, Zane replied, “The assassins are not here for me. If they harm me by mistake, then it is simply my fate.”
Seeing he couldn’t persuade the Spirit Elder, Blake turned to the few remaining guards. “Stay with them and ensure their safety.”
With that, he drew his sword and rushed deeper into the chaos.
Eleanor arrived at the western courtyard and stood her ground. Before her were over thirty guards..
This place was the most crucial of the four entrances to the dungeon. Eleanor was certain that Sophie aimed to rescue Carmen’s mother.
If that wretched woman succeeded, so be it??elanie Lester was already teetering on the edge of death. Even if she escaped, she might still die.
However, the western courtyard absolutely couldn’t fall.
Michael and his men arrived at the western courtyard. Finding no assassins, he stepped forward and said, respectfully, “Grand Princess Eleanor, please return indoors and stay safe. Leave the matter of the assassins to us.”
Upon seeing Michael, Eleanor’s anger flared. There’s no need! You must leave immediately! My residence has household soldiers. We don’t require your intervention.”
“The assassins are highly skilled, Your Highness. The household soldiers are no match for them.”
“Nonsense! How could my soldiers possibly be overpowered by a handful of assassins? Leave now, or I will have you charged with trespassing!”
Inside the western cell block, Rafael had already heard the sounds of the battle outside and realized that the assassins had breached Harmony Palace. He swung the door to the cell block open and dashed up the stairs, throwing open the entrance to the dungeon.
“The assassins are in here!” he cried out.
Michael had been speaking to Eleanor, and he froze at the cry.
“Your Highness, I can’t ignore the safety of the noble ladies in light of the danger!” Michael said before leading his men toward the source of the shout.
Rafael managed to open three of the four entrances, leaving only the one in the western courtyard that led to the eastern cell block. As he flew toward it, he saw Eleanor standing there, her face ashen.
He knew this place was critical.
What lay within?
Since he was already there, he might as well enter. Rafael planned to stir things up a little. Then, he could draw the assassins and the capital guards over there before slipping away.
He descended from the air, snatched a sword from a guard, and jumped into the fray.
To Rafael, these thirty guards had nothing more than flashy and useless moves. He quickly knocked several of them aside. Pushing Eleanor out of his way, he stormed into the western courtyard.
“Rafael! It’s you!” Eleanor cried, collapsing to the ground as she called after him, panic rising in her voice. Rafael!”
Without any hesitation, Rafael kicked open the dungeon entrance and strode down the steps.
“Get down there and kill him! Don’t let him escape the dungeon!” Eleanor shouted frantically.
The guards stumbled into the dungeon, and Blake rushed to the scene along with a few others. After hearing that an assassin had entered, they hurried inside as well.
Eleanor dashed forward to block them. “You’re not allowed to go in! If anyone from the Capital Guard and Garrison Unit dare step one foot inside, I will have you killed!”
However, Blake and the others didn’t hear her hoarse cries. They assumed she was merely angry at the assassins and followed Rafael into the darkness
Rafael was the first to breach the dungeon. It was pitch black, but he quickly pulled out a fire starter and ignited it with a flick. Spotting a lamp on the wall, he moved over to light it.
The dim lamp flickered to life, casting a weak glow that illuminated the expansive dungeon. Weapons and armor were neatly arranged in an orderly fashion.
On the ground lay bundles of arrows and several crossbows. There were also rows of knives and swords, along with a selection of bows. A few large barrels were stacked in one corner.
As Rafael approached, the pungent scent of gunpowder wafted toward him. The barrels were sealed tight and covered with several layers of material. Yet, the unmistakable smell of gunpowder lingered in the air.
The area where the barrels sat wasn’t illuminated. The only source of light was at the entrance to the dungeon.
Rafael turned around just as Eleanor’s household soldiers arrived. Their eyes widened in shock at the flickering light illuminating the dungeon. Many stood frozen, momentarily forgetting to confront the assassins.
Rafael stepped forward with his sword drawn, taking down several household soldiers in quick succession. It was then that he spotted Blake entering with a handful of capital guards.
Blake barely had time to take in the scene before he charged toward the so??alled assassin, weapon raised.
Rafael exchanged a few blows with Blake, who was momentarily distracted when they locked eyes with each other in the dim light. Seizing the opportunity, Rafael darted up the stairs, ascending three steps at a time and leaving the dungeon swiftly.
Blake paused, taking in the surroundings wide??yed, his heart pounding with shock. He took a deep breath and exchanged glances with the other capital guards.
“Find Lord Brown!” he exclaimed, shaking off his astonishment. “Lord Lewis, the Garrison Unit’s chief, is here too. Locate them, quickly!”
The dungeon door slammed shut behind him.
Eleanor descended, her gown trailing behind her, a sword clutched in her hand. She raised it, pointing it at the capital guard attempting to rush out to find Michael.
In a cold and commanding voice, she declared, “No one is allowed to leave.”