Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 112 - 112 76 Conspiracy to Assassinate_2

112: Chapter 76 Conspiracy to Assassinate_2 112: Chapter 76 Conspiracy to Assassinate_2 But an indoor assassination still had several uncertain factors after repeated deliberation.

Namely, there was no guaranteed way to ensure that Pilireno would be lured into the bedroom by the blond youth at the designated time and thus lower his defenses.

Despite what Kovis had said recently, the target did indeed seem to be making more frequent requests.

But what if Pilireno was not in the mood at the precise moment of the action?

Missing the opportunity to assassinate wouldn’t be too problematic; they could simply choose another time.

However, if Leon, who was sneaking into the building, was discovered by Pilireno, he would absolutely face death.

Although asking Miss Elena to confirm the situation and then notify Leon to act from over the wall was an option,

Pilireno’s temperament was unpredictable.

What if Miss Elena, while confirming the room situation, ended up being pulled into bed by that man?

Without an insider, Leon would most likely miss the brief window when Kovis lured the target behind the door.

Missing that chance would mean that even if Leon could sneak up to the door of the target’s room, he wouldn’t be able to guess the enemy’s position through the door and aim blindly at the target’s head.

And if Pilireno actually pulled Kovis and Elena into bed, Leon would have to forego the assassination to avoid hitting allies by mistake, which would unduly humiliate Miss Elena.

Rubbing his hair, Leon fell into deep contemplation, regretting the lack of a wireless communication device, and Kovis not possessing the kind of magical voice transmission effect seen in martial arts novels.

With no way to communicate during the operation, perfect coordination seemed like a flight of fancy.

“…Let me do it,” sighed Azeryan, standing by resignedly.

Hearing this, Leon and Lokhak uncomfortably shifted their gazes toward him.

In their intense discussion, they had deliberately avoided mentioning the companion whom Pilireno had taken an interest in.

After all, facing such an embarrassing mishap, it was too awkward for them to expose Azeryan to danger in this way.

This was different from other risks.

Leon believed that the three of them would not hesitate to walk through fire and water for each other.

But a mishandled operation at the moment could expose their friend not only to physical dangers but also to risks concerning Azeryan’s honor and dignity.

Some dignities are more significant than life itself.

“Forget it, let’s think of something else, like going to the city’s slave market…

or maybe visiting a brothel to see if we can find someone as handsome as you…” Lokhak couldn’t bear to let his friend enter that den of vice again, whimsically suggesting.

Lokhak, eyes full of shame, honestly regretted not being as attractive as his companion; otherwise, he would have volunteered.

Willing to take any risk to save his sister, Lokhak would have dared anything, but selling oneself had thresholds—he just wasn’t suited for it.

“You fool, what are you thinking?” Azeryan, half annoyed and half amused, shoved Lokhak on the back of his head, then with a chagrined smile continued, “I’ve thought it over, only by me being the bait can we minimize the uncontrollability of the plan.

Since that guy is so interested in me, if I feign acceptance, he will definitely enter the bedroom at the appointed time.

Moreover, Leon wouldn’t need to risk sneaking over the wall; he could simply stay as my attendant at the embassy.

I could even find a reason for Leon to boldly wait by Pilireno’s door at that time and strike when he hears my signal.

…Don’t overthink it, I’m not really going to sell myself.”

At this point, Azeryan paused and looked apologetically at the blond youth, “I’m sorry if I misspoke, I meant no offense.”

Kovis shook his head calmly, “It’s okay, but you’re right, you as the bait is more suitable.

I can’t think of a reason to deceive Pilireno to the door myself.

You could use the opportunity to feign a retreat and lure him behind the door, creating an opportunity for Leon to strike.”

After speaking, the blond youth smiled at Azeryan, “Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you.

If Pilireno really makes a move, I can react on the spot and cover for you.”

“Thank you, my friend,” Azeryan nodded.

The noble youth admitted he was scared, not of death, but of the disgraceful loss of honor that would shame his family and his late father.

As Lokhak watched his good friend make such a sacrifice, he was beyond grateful, silently noting down this immense favor which he could never repay, then he looked around, “What about me?

Is there something I can do?”

“Of course, and it’s crucial,” Leon patted his shoulder, outlaying the final step of the plan.

Once the assassination had succeeded, everyone needed to escape from this land of conflict as quickly as possible.

It was impossible to run with Miss Elena through the front gate.

The black-armored soldiers guarding day and night were not blind; they would not allow a few outsiders to take two slaves and freely leave the embassy.

Thus, the only escape route was the secret pathway behind the city wall.

After finalizing the entire plan’s process and backup scenarios for the worst case, the blonde youth, bearing an inexplicable emotional turmoil, took this long-sought opportunity to leave the trio’s residence, using “good news” to deceive Pilireno.

He also made sure Elena was prepared to cooperate in the escape.

Leon wasted no time and immediately found a reason to temporarily leave the castle with Lokhak.

The two quietly detoured, reaching the cliffs on the coastal side of the castle from a barren beach far from human habitation.

After a long search, running along the shore until their shoes were soaked, they finally saw the hidden downward extension of the pathway, hanging in midair over a man’s height, from behind the shallow reef.

Several rotten ropes dangled at the end of the pathway, swaying in the sea breeze.

The escape route was viable!

The two were overjoyed and immediately rushed back to the castle.

Lokhak packed up all the essential belongings and retrieved their horses and weapons from the outer area, taking all of the items and departing first.

He would only head to the cliffs behind the castle with the horses when night fell to meet everyone.

Everything was prepared.

Azeryan, with a nervous heart, brought Leon and once again entered the Atiyas people’s embassy.

After announcing their arrival, they once again encountered Pilireno’s nauseating, old face.

The noble youth couldn’t help but tense up, burying the killing intent in his heart beneath an awkward, forced smile.

…

In a luxurious room high atop the main castle facing the sea, designated as the bridal chamber.

The beautiful bride sat alone in the empty room, unable to stay still and pacing back and forth.

“~…Why so anxious~, my little swan~”

The minstrel, clad in brightly colored, tattered clothes, hummed an unknown tune as he lounged against the stone balustrade of the balcony, leaning against the outer wall and enjoying the sea breeze.

Magrina stopped pacing and approached the balcony, her eyes filled with worry as she looked towards the minstrel.

“Master, I’m just still worried about Larian.

He has never sailed before, and if he does not recognize the reefs, he might face danger tonight…”

“The sea wind will protect him…

Moonlight will guide him…

Don’t worry~”

The minstrel stopped playing his lyre, his eyes, brimming with a melancholy smile, now looking towards the fate-stricken little swan in front of him.

“As long as your hearts still respond to each other, destiny will eventually carry you to the shores of freedom.”

Saying this, the minstrel took off his hat, covering his face with it, and yawned, “Rest well, freedom requires more than just belief.

After tonight, you will no longer be Miss Magrina of the Salain Family.

The days ahead will test you greatly.”

“Thank you for your help, Master Galliard,” Magrina approached, her eyes slightly red.

She was grateful not only for the minstrel’s protecting her virtue from the son of Felcon.

But also excited to finally be reunited with her loved one.

“…I only help those who help themselves; you’ve helped yourself.”

With that, Galliard closed his eyes, lazily rolled over, and lay down along the railing.

The minstrel felt somewhat relieved.

Someone else took on the task this time…

he reaped the benefits without lifting a finger~

No need for him to take the stage and perform.