Chapter 42: Exposed!
Half an hour.
Plenty could happen in half an hour.
Inside Marquis Percy's castle, Drayce and his n searched where the Thevailes general took Prince Arlan. There were several guest rooms prepared for the general that was marked in the map given by the Abethan spy, as it seed the general had the tendency to move about between the castle and the army barracks.
One of their knights who managed to disguise himself as a servant ca to them, and Slayer asked, "Where?"
When they made their plans to break into the Barknor Fortress a few hours ago, they had considered various scenarios such as this. So of the knights who infiltrated inside were ant to beco eyes and ans for the entire rescue squad to pass tily information about the situation.
The servant-knight guided their way away from the banquet hall. However, as they traveled deeper into the castle, Drayce had noticed that the corridors and hallways were too quiet. One could only hear the rrint of the ordinary soldiers outside. There were no patrols, nor maids and servants around...
Drayce gripped his sword as he said to his n, "Get ready."
Understanding his aning, the three knights with him beca more alert, their swords being slowly unsheathed as they gazed around the place.
As expected, a bunch of Thevailes soldiers ca out both from behind and in front of the group. Their swords ca out completely from their scabbards, only to get blood on them as soon as the sounds of swords clashing with each other echoed in the hallway.
"Slayer!" Drayce called out his trusted knight's na as he hacked an enemy into two.
"Yes, my lord?" Slayer asked while skillfully dealing with the soldiers. He knew better than to give away his King's identity, but he also could not forgo respecting his liege.
"Go to Arlan," Drayce instructed.
Killing the soldier in front of him with another slash, Slayer left with the servant-soldier who knew where Prince Arlan was. There was no worry on his face. His King was an unrivaled fighter in a kingdom where battle prowess was said to be the strongest in the continent. Although Slayer was his guardian knight in na, with his strength, Drayce Ivanov needed no protection. He trusted his King to deal with everyone as no one could ever beat him.
Drayce's sword continued to slaughter each and everyone coming his way, while other disguised knights too who joined the battle didn't show any rcy on the enemies.
A few enemy soldiers tried to follow Slayer, but Drayce didn't let anyone pass him.
One by one, the soldiers lost their lives in the hands of the infamous devil, the King of garis.
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When Drayce and his knights left to search for Prince Cian, Arlan had remained inside the banquet hall and continued to deal with the disgustingly perverted general. Each second felt like a year, but he had to maintain his facade of being a courtesan. After emptying a few more glasses of wine, one soldier ca to General Giles.
"General! Everything is ready as per your instructions."
Hearing the report, the pig-like general smirked as he looked at Arlan. "And here, our guest is ready too."
Arlan felt like sothing was fishy with that statent, but he couldn't afford to act recklessly.
"I have made a special arrangent for tonight, just for the two of us,"?General Giles grinned.
"Whatever it is, I'll make sure the arrangent will be more than worth it," Arlan replied, his red lips curved into a coyly pleasant smile.
"It's hard to wait to taste such beauty." The general's lusty eyes glowed with intense delight as if he could not wait to wipe off the confidence in Arlan's smile. "Shall we leave?"
Arlan stood up. "I dare not refuse you, General Giles."
The general emptied the leftover wine in his glass and stood up. The soldier guided their way out as the two walked behind him.
"I will make sure you will never forget this night," the general comnted as they passed through the corridors.
"I look forward to it," Arlan replied calmly, but through his side vision, he kept taking note of the surroundings. His eyes didn't fail to capture sothing, but he continued walking quietly.
Arlan had seen the map from the Abethan spy, and judging from the twists and turns they had to take, he realized they were headed towards one of the largest guest rooms on the left-wing of the castle. They soon reached the end of the hallway and found themselves in front of a huge, nicely-carved wooden door.
The soldier accompanying them opened the door and stepped aside as he said, "General!"
General Giles looked at Arlan and signaled with his hand like a gentleman asking his guest to go inside first. Arlan did so, and the general followed him. The soldier closed the door, and the next mont, swords ca out from their scabbards.
Shwing!
General Giles, who stood near the closed door, had his sword pointed towards Arlan, who had the sa fighting posture. Both n stood pointing their swords towards each other's throats as evil smirks painted their lips.
Arlan had a short sword which he covertly hid under his blue robe. As the scabbard was tied to his leg, the short sword was easy to be drawn through the side slit of his long robe.
"Prince Arlan Cromwell!" General Giles greeted as he chuckled lightly. The pig-like man gazed at him like a predator who just captured his prey.
Arlan scoffed, "Suddenly, my own na felt disgusting after hearing it from you."
"On the other hand, I would love to hear my own na from your pretty mouth. Calling for , begging ..." The general's gaze passed across the beautiful skin on Arlan's exposed neck. "And trust , I will give you more of such opportunities."
"Oh, after I am done with you, I guess I can spare so ti to sing a song with your na in it, about how you can't even have a complete corpse and a funeral," Arlan laughed. Although he looked relaxed, his mind remained alert to deal with any move from the general.
While the two exchanged vicious pleasantries, they continued to move inside the room in a circle with light and careful footsteps. Their swords remained pointed at each other, ready to attack and counter attack at a mont's notice.
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