Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 199 - 199 108 Rescuing the Mistress _3

199: Chapter 108: Rescuing the Mistress _3 199: Chapter 108: Rescuing the Mistress _3 He then looked to his accomplice, busily at work on the large bed in the room.

A fellow disguised as a servant was deftly stripping the unconscious Baroness of her clothes, deliberately tearing her garments with roughness.

The man who entered after did not delay, quickly tossing the young noble he carried onto the sofa.

Then, he also began to strip the noble young man of his nightclothes.

After undressing the young man from the Anquilla Family, he carelessly threw the noble’s clothes by the bed, fabricating the appearance of casually undressing.

He then tossed a dagger with the Anquilla eagle crest on the hilt to his accomplice on the bed.

The accomplice atop the lady caught it and set the noble’s dagger aside for the moment.

It wasn’t yet time to kill this woman according to the script.

A cold smile curled at his lips as his hands began to undo his own trousers.

Of course, before they acted, they needed to perform a thorough charade, crafting a believable set of violent marks for the unfortunate youth of the Anquilla Family.

It didn’t matter if their ruse was flawless, as long as the young man of the Anquilla Family woke up holding the dagger, found in the room where Baron Farolis’ wife met her death by violence, that would be enough.

Of course, that was just the front presented to them.

The key lay with the fool of a butler who had been bribed within the castle, for in the fool’s eyes, both men were “underlings of Baron Gunnar.”

“Hurry it up, there’s no time for you to play with the woman, get it done and leave,” the man by the bed said, unable to help his complaining as he watched his accomplice’s undressing.

“What’s your hurry?

Is this something to rush?

If you’re so fast, then you do it,” the accomplice ready to commit the violence immediately snapped back, annoyed.

The burly man quickly shut his mouth…

…

On the spiral staircase ascending, the original pace of the trio turned to running, quickly reaching the middle level of the main castle.

Past the layers of stairs, around the corridor, under Marcello’s lead, Leon and the other followed into the flickering candlelit inner hallway.

Looking at the imposing door to the Lord’s room at the end of the corridor.

Olivia suddenly furrowed her brows.

The girl’s ears faintly caught the sound of fabric tearing and…

men’s voices behind the door ahead?

“Leon, there seem to be two men talking in that room,” she said, gripping her long sword, her eyes filled with worry as she alerted Leon beside her.

Knight Marcello, running at the front, stopped in his tracks and looked back in confusion at the beautiful blonde maid beside Lord Pendragon.

What was she suddenly rambling about?

From this distance, how could she possibly hear noises from inside the room?

But Leon, who knew the full story, of course remembered how sharp Olivia’s ears were back in the forest, and he continued to trust the judgment of the girl beside him.

And since the Baron was not present in the castle at the moment, no man should be in the Lord’s Wife’s room at this time of midnight.

Moreover, as Olivia said, there wasn’t just one.

The identities of these uninvited guests were self-evident.

“Olivia wouldn’t be mistaken, Lady Adelina may have already been taken,” Leon seriously warned the knight colleague before him.

At the mention of this, Marcello, regardless of whether it was true or not, became frantic and was immediately enraged, ready to rush to the Sealing Lord’s room.

But he was quickly pulled back by Leon.

“Don’t be reckless.

The lady is in their hands; if you rush in and they get cornered and hurt her, or take her hostage, what then?” Leon spoke in a low voice, persuading while his mind quickly turned to Olivia beside him, and, amidst the urgency, he also immediately had an idea.

“Olivia, make your voice a bit coy, pretend to be a demure maid to knock on the door, draw the guys inside to the door, and then we’ll make our move!”

“Coy?

Make it a bit coy?” Olivia blinked, slightly puzzled.

“Just…

make your voice a bit affected and delicate, as feeble as possible, so the people inside think you’re a weakling who can easily be fooled and silenced,” Leon hastily explained.

Knight Marcello stroked his head, frowning beside them.

Feeble?

He glanced at the petite and lovely sword-bearing girl beside the boy…

Did she even need to act?