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“Assassins! It’s dangerous!” he shouted, dispersing the nearby civilians.
The few townsfolk??ostly merchants heading home??aused in confusion at Michael’s warning before turning and running in fear.
Suddenly, a sword sliced through the air, hurtling toward Sophie.
Swiftly leaping from her horse, she deflected the blade with her spear and sent it flying to the ground. In an instant, about ten figures descended from both sides, clad in tight??itting clothes and masked, weapons drawn and aimed directly at Sophie. Their intent seemed singular??o take her down. Sophie’s expression hardened as she sprang into action, her spear slicing through the air. She leaped over the flurry of blades, bringing her weapon down with a force that shook the ground beneath her. “Kill them!” Michael shouted and rushed forward, his sword clashing against an incoming blade. Ten capital guards remained behind to guard the carriage while the rest charged into the fray. With her spear in hand, Sophie pressed the attack, forcing the assassins to retreat step by step. Each strike sent sparks flying as her spear met steel, the sounds of clashing metal ringing out relentlessly in the air.
Sophie moved with the speed of a fierce wind sweeping away autumn leaves. The five assassins who faced her struggled to keep up. If even one of them had faltered, it wouldn’t take more than a few exchanges before Sophie would have sent them sprawling.
But for now, the five were enough to keep her occupied, while Michael found himself unable to hold off a single assassin on his own??e needed at least two people to assist him.
The remaining capital guards went after the other four assassins. Eighteen against four might seem
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daunting, yet the numbers and the chosen elite still provided an edge. Despite the assassins’ vicious techniques, no one from the Capital Guard had been injured.
While handling her five attackers, After some time, it became clear that the battle was at a stalemate Sophie began to feel the strain, but she still wouldn’t let them gain the upper hand or inch closer to the carriage.
Michael glanced back, surprised by what he saw. He had witnessed Sophie’s martial prowess before Although these assassins were formidable, battling five at once with her skills shouldn’t have pushed her to such a point.
Yet, he had no time to help her as his own fight demanded his full attention. The capital guards faced the four remaining assassins with increasing difficulty. They almost sustained injuries several times, but the capital guards stationed by the carriage managed to intervene just in time.
However, this meant that more capital guards were drawn into the skirmish, leaving only five to guard the carriage. Michael sensed something was off, especially with the way these assassins fought??ither they employed brutal moves or leaped high into the air, as if looking for an opportunity or preparing to escape at any moment.
Meanwhile, it seemed Sophie remained oblivious to the danger and was still struggling against her opponents.
He couldn’t help but shout, “Commander Devin, they don’t seem to be here to rescue anyone??hey’re here to kill!”
No sooner had Michael finished speaking than one of the assassins hurtled through the air, his sword aimed straight at the carriage.
Michael watched in horror as the blade sliced through the curtain of the carriage. He was too late to intervene, and he heard a woman’s piercing scream come from inside.
Then, everything seemed to come to a sudden halt.
As the scream pierced the air, the remaining nine assassins sprang into action and scattered quickly. Michael felt a sinking certainty. They had not come to rescue Eleanor, but to kill her.
But when he turned to the carriage, he froze in disbelief. The assassin that had attacked the carriage had been yanked inside. His legs were dangling outside, clearly unable to move.
Sophie smiled as she stepped forward and lifted the curtain of the carriage. Michael leaned closer to see inside, and his jaw dropped.
Rafael?
Rafael’s presence aside, Eleanor was bound to one side of the carriage. The scream he had heard had come from her, and now she glared at the incapacitated assassin with fierce intensity.
Rafael yanked the assassin down from the carriage and handed him over to Michael.
“Take him back to the Supreme Court. I’ve immobilized him and extracted the poison capsule from his mouth, but we can’t let our guard down. Once he’s there, feed him muscle??elaxing powder. Apart from having poison on them, these suicide soldiers can also kill themselves with their inner force.”
Michael motioned for some men to grab the assassin, casting a puzzled glance at Rafael.
When had he gotten into the carriage? When they started the journey, the carriage had clearly been empty. Also, the Capital Guard had been surrounding the carriage all the way out of the Supreme Court.
“What’s going on, Commander Devin?” Michael asked.
“Let’s get her to the Heritage Bureau first,” Sophie replied. She looked at Rafael and made a triumphant fist pump, smiling. “You ride Lightning back. I’ll stay in the carriage.”
“Alright, the rest is up to you,” Rafael said, glancing at Eleanor as he led the horse away.
Eleanor shot him a cold stare. “Do you think I’ll talk now?”
Rafael chuckled softly, leaning in. “Whether you talk or not doesn’t matter. Our goal is to capture the assassin and instill more fear in someone. I know exactly who that someone is.”
Eleanor wasn’t surprised. She merely scoffed, then smirked and said, “And what of it? Go tell the king. Bring out the evidence.”
“You’ll see it soon,” Rafael replied with a grin, swinging onto the horse and urging it forward.
Sophie climbed into the carriage and urged, “Let’s go!”
Michael lowered the curtain and rode ahead to clear the way. Inside the carriage, Eleanor fixed her eyes on Sophie. This was the first time she had been alone with Sophie since being captured.
Every time Eleanor was interrogated, it was always someone from the Supreme Court. Sophie had appeared a few times too, but only to listen in before leaving.
“You bitch!” Eleanor spat.
Her face was swollen and she could barely lift her arms. Despite enduring torture, she still managed to sit upright. She was indeed a tough woman.
“Are you disappointed you didn’t die? Sophie asked, glancing at Eleanor’s shredded sleeve with a cool smile.
When the assassin lunged at Eleanor, his sword was altmed directly at the center of the carriage, while she sat on the right side. The fact that her sleeve was shredded meant she had moved toward the sword’s tip before Rafael had shoved her back, causing her head to hit the edge and resulting in her scream.
Eleanor knew she was going to die anyway. Even if she somehow survived, she certainly wouldn’t want to suffer in the Heritage Bureau after a lifetime of being coddled. That was why she had tried to meet the assassin’s sword head??n, hoping for a swift end.
Sophie had read her thoughts like an open book, and Eleanor’s face turned ashen. “You think dying is any easier than living? What’s there to be disappointed about?”
Sophie replied, “Living is hard, and dying isn’t easy either.”
Eleanor seethed with hatred, venom dripping from her words, “If it’s so hard, how did your entire family die? Look how easily they met their end! Their bodies were chopped into pieces and there wasn’t a single corpse that was whole. Doesn’t that seem easy?”
She aimed straight for the deepest pain in Sophie’s heart, smirking with a satisfaction that made her eyes gleam like a viper’s. She thought this taunt would be enough to shatter Sophie and unleash her fury.
But Eleanor was disappointed as Sophie’s expression didn’t change at all. Her gaze remained icy as she retorted, “Even as ghosts, they are still together. But you will always be alone, whether in life or death.”
“Do you think I care?” Eleanor laughed, the sound harsh as she tugged at the small lacerations on her face and mouth, blood seeping from them. Her entire face was bruised and battered, yet she glared at Sophie with an intensity that could freeze hell. “I don’t care at all.”
“You’d better not care about anything at all. Otherwise, you won’t survive the Heritage Bureau. You know I don’t want you to die too easily,” Sophie replied with a blank expression.
The carriage arrived at the Heritage Bureau, and Sophie yanked Eleanor out of it. Argent Lane, who was in charge of overseeing the royal prisoners, stepped forward to take custody of her. After the handover, Argent ordered heavy chains to be fastened around Eleanor’s body.
Argent said, “Commander Devin, His Majesty has ordered that to prevent Eleanor from biting her tongue to commit suicide, we must remove most of her teeth and sever her tendons. Please come inside to supervise, so you can report back afterward.”
Eleanor gritted her teeth in fury. “You would care?!”