270: Chapter 137 – Fate, Ineffable 270: Chapter 137 – Fate, Ineffable The rough voice echoed through the silent village town, and at such close proximity, within the walls of the large house past the village elder’s residence, the night guards were instantly stirred into action, the piercing sound of military whistles immediately penetrating Selva’s night sky.
“?” Witnessing the shrill male falsetto shouted by the lady poet opposite, Larian couldn’t help but be taken aback.
“Assassinate the lady?
Are you trying to twist the truth?” The Ranger Knight realized the opponent’s intentions and angrily swung his sword to close in.
The lady poet chuckled, her entire form trembling, and then raised her Willow Blade with an uncertain step, eerily charging towards the knight.
The glittering azure long sword slashed diagonally, the Moonlight Blade smoothly sweeping past the figure as if stirring a tangle of murky ink.
The false form dissipated into a large cluster of black and purple miasma, quickly enveloping overhead.
Holding his breath, Larian stepped back, the trajectory of his sword light instantly crossing like an X, the gust it whipped up scattering the pretentious fog before him.
But when he looked again, the lady poet had already vanished.
The murderous intent seemed to have dissipated with her…
Feeling that the opponent was slipperier than an eel, Larian suddenly furrowed his brows in concern.
Fearing that the feint was a ploy to target his companions and lover, he sprinted towards the inn…
Is there an assassin!?”
Almost simultaneously with the abrupt shout from outside, inside the large house, the guards immediately passed on the alert calls to each other, and the sound of searching footsteps spread rapidly in the vicinity.
The Guard Knight in front of Lady Adelina’s bedroom door did not dare hesitate.
Given the lessons from a prior incident in the castle, he did not bother with discretion and forcefully burst open the door, rushing to the bedside to check on the lady.
The Guard Knight called out loudly.
Startled awake, Adelina lifted her head from the pillow, rubbing her eyes, looking puzzled at the Inner Mansion Guard who had barged into her bedroom.
However, realizing the commotion downstairs, the Baroness understood the situation and did not blame him.
“Please protect me, Targas.”
“Don’t worry, I will not let the villain come one step closer.”
With highly skilled Guards personally protecting her upstairs, another knight sleeping downstairs grabbed his sword from beside the pillow and rushed out of the bedroom, still clad in his undergarments.
“Where is the assassin?”
There’s a disturbance outside in the courtyard!”
The knight, Sambu, sword in hand, instantly took soldiers with him to check it out and quickly located the origin of the previous shouts.
Torches illuminated the village alleyway.
Observing the surrounding weapon slashes and the cleanly cleft low wall, Sambu Knight lowered the torch to the deep boot prints in the mud and quickly had a target in mind.
follow me to the inn!”
Clinging to the exterior wall, his hands grasping beams and crevices, Larian deftly climbed back into the room via the bedside.
Seeing Magrina seated on the bed, he relaxed.
Indeed, he knew his own worries were unfounded.
If the lady thief had tried to follow that route back to the inn, she would have had no cover at all, unable to evade his pursuit.
She had likely taken advantage of the moment she hid her form to escape along the twisting alleyways of the civilian houses, slipping away into the dark from some direction.
What happened?” Magrina ran over with concern.
“I’m fine, but the thief got away,” Larian said with a wry smile, looking out the window at the approaching sound of torches and footsteps: “I might have caused quite some trouble.”
Luggage, the carriage, and his entourage—by now, he had no way to evade attention with everyone in tow.
Lie back in bed and pretend ignorance?
Larian shook his head.
The previous dangerous fight had left plenty of evidence, and with the woman’s falsetto cry, too much unnecessary subterfuge would only arouse suspicion.
Besides, the thief’s framing was a hasty act, full of flaws.
It would be best to simply explain the incident to the local guards, and there was no need to provoke a conflict if not absolutely necessary.
He instructed Magrina to wait in Martha’s spacious room, woke up an Attendant, issued a few orders, and then took the initiative to leave the inn.
Standing on the main road, he faced the local guards rushing towards him.
Lord Sambu knight held high his torch, looking from afar at the suspicious figure emerging from the inn’s front door.
“Larian, a Ranger Knight just passing through your area.
Are you local guards?
I happen to have stumbled upon an incident that needs to be reported,” Larian answered uprightly.
Just as Leon had settled down in Selva, the urgent knocking from downstairs startled him awake.
His residence was, after all, merely a wealthy civilian dwelling, not very large.
Any noise from below could be clearly heard from above.
Leon got out of bed, donned his outer clothing without waiting for notification from the house servants, and came downstairs.
In the middle of the night, someone hammering on the door of the Lord Residence must mean urgent business.
Reaching the door and seeing the servant equally awakened and inquiring through the door, Leon patted his head and opened the main entrance.
The men standing outside were dressed like guards from Lady Adelina’s courtyard.
Lord Sambu has caught a suspicious foreigner who may be a plotting assassin.
He’s now surrounding the place at the inn and is waiting for you to go over there.”