"Yura," Eke suddenly said, "take our daughter and leave first. I have to stay. I'm the master of this place, and I have to be responsible for the guests. If I leave, Bernicel will be in chaos. The prince is still here, and he's here because the princess trusts us. I have to ensure their safety. "
Yura nodded silently.
"Be careful."
"I understand," Eke smiled gently, "Even if it's for our daughter, I won't risk my life so easily. If things go south, I'll catch up with you."
Yura finally relaxed. Her expression was calm as usual, but she gripped her husband's pale hand tightly. It showed her true feelings.
They soon arrived at the bottom of the mansion. In a secret room, a middle-aged Knight was already waiting for them. He obviously entered through the secret passage that connected the mansion to the outside. When Eke saw the man, he was pleasantly surprised, "Mister Corsica, is Uncle Makarov here?"
"Mister Eke, you're finally here. The attack outside was out of our expectations. Mister Makarov wanted to come himself, but we stopped him. He's now in the direction of the city hall. He asked me to bring you some words, but it's not the time for that. We've already guarded the entrance of the secret passage. Mister, please move to a safer place first before we talk. "
The middle-aged Knight replied with a straight face.
Eke held his wife's hand. After a moment of silence, he let go and took his daughter from the wet nurse. He solemnly handed the most precious treasure in the world to Yura.
"Go, Yura. It'll be fine."
"Yes."
"Mister Eke, you?"
"I'll stay, Mister Corsica. Prince Haruz is still outside. Whether the Knight has the situation under control or not, I have to go and take a look."
The middle-aged Knight looked at him with a complicated expression.
"Alright, I'll go with you, Mister Eke." He turned around and said to the Knight beside him, "Escort the lady and the young lady out of here. Protect them well."
"Understood, sir." The two Knight nodded immediately.
With that, the Knight opened the secret tunnel. Yura carried Ella in first, followed by the wet nurse and the two servants. Finally, they followed in and closed the door from the inside.
"Thank you, Mr. Corsica," Eke said with a sense of loss after seeing his wife disappear behind the secret door.
"You're welcome, Master Eke. Let's go. I'll send you off." The middle-aged Knight replied calmly.
Eke was slightly stunned. Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. The young Duke of Anthony widened his eyes in shock as he stared in disbelief at the bloody blade protruding from his chest.
In an instant, he felt all the strength in his body leave him. He opened his mouth with difficulty and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his internal organs.
"Why …"
"Mister Makarov asked me to pass a message to you, Master Eke. He said that he regrets teaching you so much about the spirit of a Knight. Your righteousness and kindness made him happy, but Erouine is not someone who can be saved by innocence and righteousness."
The middle-aged Knight replied calmly.
"You …"
"Erouine is not the only Erouine of the Corvado Royal Family. Master Eke, do you want to see the Ophelia Family reduced to ashes in your hands? So I'm sorry. Sometimes, only blood can redeem everything …"
"Uncle Makarov … Grandmaster Fleetwood …" Eke's eyes were filled with tears. He opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe as if he was trying to grab onto something. He slowly reached out his hand and seemed to see the face of his wife and daughter in the endless darkness. "Yura …"
The candle was extinguished.
It became silent in the darkness.
The middle-aged knight sighed and gently pulled out the dagger from the young man's cold corpse. Then, he held him with both hands and carefully laid him flat on the ground.
He drew a symbol of the golden flame on his chest and forehead with his hand and chanted something in a low voice. Finally, he took off his coat and covered the body of the young duke who would sleep forever.
"Erouine's future," he said softly, "Perhaps he will walk a different path. There is only right, and there is no justice."
In the darkness, the secret door was opened once more.
He stepped in and took one last look at the room before closing the secret door. Everything in the basement returned to eternal silence at this moment.
Behind the secret door, the middle-aged Knight walked silently in a long corridor. He took off his bloody gloves and threw them away. Soon, a light appeared in front of him. His Knight subordinates were waiting for him there.
However, the knight was obviously a little flustered, and his face was even a little pale. When he saw this, his expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked around. There were four corpses lying on the ground. Two of the attendants had their throats slit, and the wet nurse was stabbed in the back and fell in a pool of blood. However, the last corpse was not the duchess, but one of his subordinates.
"What happened?" The middle-aged Knight was furious. "Where is Miss Yura?"
"I don't know," the Knight replied nervously, "The duchess suddenly started sobbing when we were halfway there. We were afraid that something might happen, so we had to act first. But he didn't expect that after killing those servants, Rowan would suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream. By the time I lit the torch, he had already become like this … "
"Trash!" The middle-aged knight flipped over the corpse of his subordinate and found a sharp dagger stuck in his waist. That dagger had actually pierced through the thick chain armor and killed him in one blow. It was a clean and clean kill. He took a deep breath and stood up. "What are you waiting for, you idiot? Hurry up and inform the Magi!"
"Yes, sir. I'll go now." The Knight was relieved and ran out of the room.
… …
Dirty water flowed in the dark. The underground drainage system of Bernicel had been in disrepair for half a century. Rubbish and debris had piled up into mountains. Water seeped out from the top of the sewer and dripped onto the damp ground, emitting a nauseating stench.
Carglise held a glowing moonstone in his hand and scanned the dark tunnel with its cold light. From time to time, he saw a large group of rats running through the tunnel. It was a chilling sight.
He furrowed his brows. This sewer was built about one or two hundred years ago. Ever since Viero was annexed to Aouine, this place had been forgotten along with the abandonment of the fortress. The sewer system that had lost its repair was collapsing everywhere, and it was full of danger. There were also unknown monsters hiding in the dark. The purple liquid on his sword was actually the blood of a ghoul.
That thing was too dangerous. If there were a few more of them, he might not be able to handle it. Of course, he was fine by himself. The problem was that he had to take care of his two children.
"I should've let Prince Haruz pick up a sword too. I shouldn't have blindly shown off. His swordsmanship was taught by the Count himself. How bad could it be?" Carglise felt that he was really unlucky. Even his mind was starting to become muddled.
Fortunately, the little girl who led them was very reliable. They didn't come to any dead ends along the way. Carglise realized that the little girl named Mikaya was even neater than a commoner's daughter. How could she live in such a filthy place?
He vaguely felt that he had been tricked, but he couldn't tell why.
They walked in the sewers for almost half an hour, and it was at this time that Mikaya suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Carglise asked.
"There are people ahead," the little girl replied calmly.
"Who?"
"The people we met at the banquet."
"How did you know?" Carglise asked in surprise. He didn't even know where they were, but the little girl had already determined their identity. How was that possible?
Unless the little girl's true strength was actually higher than his.
"Because I ran out of magic," Mikaya replied. "I've been using dark magic to avoid them, but now I can't. I can only feel that they are approaching us."
"What?" Carglise thought that he must have misheard something. Or maybe he was still dreaming.
"Actually, Mikaya is a witch," Haruz replied with a bitter smile. "Mr. Carglise."
"What?" Carglise finally understood what went wrong. He felt like an idiot who had been played for a fool. "You mean to say that you're actually a subordinate of His Lordship?"
The little girl tilted her head and stuck out her tongue at him.
Carglise felt like a little devil when he saw her adorable actions.
"Damn it —" Carglise suddenly stopped talking. He put up a finger and gestured for Haruz to keep quiet. "There are footsteps."
He raised his head toward the road, then carefully shielded Haruz and Mikaya behind him. He turned back and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure it's those people?"
Mikaya nodded.
"Is there any way to avoid them?"
The little girl thought for a moment. "I've lost my magic. If we continue to move forward now, they will be alerted."
"Then if we hide here, will they be able to detect us?"
"If they don't pay attention, perhaps not," Mikaya replied. "The perception of wizards is not much stronger than ordinary people, and the same goes for the Silver Folk. But if they use magic to detect us, we will have nowhere to hide."
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