When this battle is over… by Mia
Lynsha thought that the best way in should be through stealth…
“Those inside the mansion. Throw away your weapons and come out. My name is Sion Sol Sunkland. The White Crow’s plot has already been exposed. There is no reason to continue fighting.”
And with that loud declaration, all ideas of a covert operation went out the window. Even Mia did not expect their arrival to be announced.
Will we really be okay like this?
Feeling uncertain, she looked at Dion who just gave her a shrug.
“I don’t honestly think anybody will do as he said. But it will probably plant some doubt into their minds.”
Then Dion pulled out his sword and carried it on his shoulder.
“Dear noble people whose lives are a lot more valuable than mine. Please do not come out in front of me. It makes it difficult for me to protect you if I have to chop through you to get to my opponents.”
The group decided to split into two and infiltrate the mansion. Coming from the front would be Sion, Dion and Abel, Mia and Anne. It goes without saying that Mia is just there to increase the headcount. The same with Anne. Meanwhile Lynsha and Keithwood would sneak from the back.
“Well then, should we head in?”
With a flash of his sword, Dion broke the front door. Seeing the dimly lit interior, Dion opened his closed eye. It was a technique for getting immediate visibility when plunging into a dark room.
Immediately after, a metallic sound can be heard
Clank!
Dion smiled a little bit as he easily caught the blade striking him from the blind spot.
“Oh, a surprise attack?”
It was a perfect surprise attack from the blind spot. Nevertheless, Dion shrugged his shoulders without even flinching.
“As expected, assassins are different to knights. Did you think I couldn’t swing my sword indoors because the space was limited? Or did you think you could kill me before I got used to the darkness.”
Dion shook his head.
“Good effort but your thrust is too weak. I can deal with it even with my eyes closed. It is disappointing. I blame the Adamantine Spear for getting my hopes up.”
Dion wrapped his fingers around the offending arm and squeezed. There was a crunching sound, and the man’s face twisted with pain. Dion leaned in closer to the man’s face with a ferocious smile.
“By the way, just in case you did not hear our loud announcement earlier. Prince Sion is with us.”
Hearing that, the man moved his sight to the door. There was a flicker of recognition as he saw Prince Sion enter in.
“As he had said before. This whole scheme by you White Crows has already been exposed. You might want to reconsider if it is still really worth giving up your life for. But if you still want to be a martyr, I’ll be more than happy to make you one.”
After saying this, Dion kicked the man’s gut, which caused him to crumple down. Then Dion pointed the tip of his sword to the man’s nose.
“Just surrender. Also, tell your friends the same. I prefer to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.”
“Oh, that’s surprising, Captain Dion. I thought you really liked fighting…” (Mia)
“I do. But come on, Princess. I also choose the opponents. If there is too much difference in ability, it won’t be fighting but bullying. If it was someone like Adamantine Spear, I would be more than happy to go for a few rounds.”
With that said, Dion looked down at the fallen man with deadly gaze. It was more than enough to defeat that man’s fighting spirit. The situation is where the prince of their royal family has become their enemy. And there was this strong man whom they could never hope to defeat. He just decided to surrender.
After surrendering, he was instructed to light all the lamps in the mansion, which he promptly did. Sion, in all his princely glory, scanned the room, into which men were slowly coming in, their hands up and their weapons discarded.
Well, it looks like things will actually work out after all. (Mia)
Mia breathed a sigh of relief.
“Mia-sama, your hair seems to be a little rough.” (Anne)
Anne was relieved as well. So, she did a good once-over her mistress.
“Oh, you noticed? Actually, the shampoo I am using is not good enough. I feel that what Abel gave me was a little more moisturising.”
“Please rest assured, Mia-sama. See.”
With that said, Anne reached into her bosom and took out the vial.
“I made sure to bring some for you.”
“My! How wonderfully thoughtful of you Anne! What would I do without you, Anne.”
When Mia received the vial from Anne, she held it up and skipped and jumped to a happy dance. And then she said something careless…
“When this battle is over, I am going to take a bath to my heart’s content.”
In a situation where they were almost winning, Mia cheerfully and proudly spoke the line that had always been a red flag in any story.
“Huh?”
While twirling around, she didn’t seem to land on solid ground. She fell into an unilluminated stairway to the basement…
“Hyaaaaaaaaaa!”
She tumbled down the stairs, rolling round and round into the dark underground. She fell hard and head a crack of something fragile.
“Uh, uh, I feel sick.”
When her swirling vision began to reorient, she noticed a person in front of her.
“Princess Mia. It’s an honor to meet you.”
This man gave her a wide devilish smile. It was the man, whom people called Jem.
