Chapter 8: The Female Mage

Susan saw it all clearly.

Just as Andrew was about to make his move against Tom, the fat dog suddenly darted under Andrew’s feet.

Logically, with his ninth-level combat aura, Andrew’s strength during combat techniques should have been formidable enough to crush the dog with one step. However, not only did the fat dog not die, it instead rammed into Andrew with the force of a wild boar, causing the violently spinning Andrew to lose control and crash to the ground.

What Susan found even more unexpected was that at that very moment, the big-headed boy, who had been standing still, suddenly kicked a sharp stone with pinpoint accuracy to the spot where Andrew’s head was about to hit the ground.

Susan felt a chill down her spine. She didn’t need to think to know the terrifying consequences of a head colliding with a sharp stone with such force!

Susan had seen many experts and many people who could kill without spilling blood.

Among the unfathomably powerful and influential figures in the capital, several were accustomed to solving the most difficult problems with the lightest touch at the most opportune moments.

For example, killing.

Susan felt she would never reach the heights of those people. Many shocking and spine-chilling events only became clear to her after hearing others analyze them. But she never expected that in this remote small town, a child would use a light kick to demonstrate the same method.

Equally ruthless! Equally clean and decisive!

He wanted to take his life!

Susan stared at the demon-like big-headed boy for a long time. When the boy smiled at her, a chill she had never felt before crept up her back and reached the top of her head.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Susan lifted her chin slightly, her eyes half-closed.

Susan looked very cold, but no one knew that she asked this question because of the uncontrollable shiver in her heart.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Susan regretted it. How could such a child admit to the fact she wanted to confirm?

Sure enough, Susan received no answer. After the big-headed boy smiled, his face returned to its usual confused expression.

Susan gritted her teeth in anger.

A series of urgent hoofbeats came from the street behind her.

Susan turned her head to see a large group of knights in fine clothing, escorting five beautiful carriages, rolling in like a storm.

Alicia, lifting her skirt, crossed the street and stood beside Susan, quietly gazing at the convoy.

Two knights rode up first. They dismounted, knelt on one knee, and bowed to Alicia and Susan. Then, they looked at the lying Andrew and Hake, frowning slightly.

"Miss Susan, what is this?"

"These two apprentices were beating a civilian, so Susan intervened," Alicia said, holding Susan’s hand and smiling at the knight in a black buttoned coat.

"To think they are all subjects under Lord Lais, I am truly sorry."

"Not at all, not at all, lack of discipline at home..."

The knight with brown hair and slightly dark skin glared fiercely at Andrew and Hake on the ground, then turned with an embarrassed look and said, "Your Highness, for you to say so makes me feel ashamed."

As he spoke, the main group of knights had already galloped through the cobblestone street and entered the open area in front of the castle.

The civilians, excitedly whispering and discussing, moved to the sides of the road to make way. They looked at the fluttering banners on the lances, the magnificent warhorses with their well-defined muscles, and the dazzling armor that shone in the sunlight, making them unable to look directly.

Living in a remote small town, they had never seen so many knights.

There were over thirty knights with banners, plus their attendants with swallow-tailed flags and squires with triangular flags, totaling more than a hundred people.

And behind the knights, there were over two hundred cavalry officers!

"By the Holy Father!" The people stretched their necks, tiptoed, and continuously made the sign of the cross, identifying the knights by the decorations on their horses.

"Master Lais has returned!"

"It’s the retinue of Viscount Wenger!"

"And the knights of the Charity Order!"

"My goodness, those are the knights of the Royal Guard, right?!"

A moment later, as the five carriages, pulled by the graceful Friesian horses, passed through the street, the intricate magic patterns, luxurious decorations, the cross of the Church, and the royal emblem on the carriages left the people in awe, and they all knelt in respect.

Just by looking at the carriages, everyone knew that inside were the regional bishops of the Holy Church and the nobles of the royal family.

A white carriage slowly stopped in front of Alicia. The door opened, and a woman in her forties, wearing a silver-white robe, looked at Alicia and Susan with a scolding expression.

Alicia stuck out her tongue, smiled ingratiatingly, and pulled Susan into the carriage quickly.

The people were already kneeling in large numbers on both sides of the street and in the open area in front of the castle.

But neither the knights with their lances nor the carriage drivers gave them a second glance. They ignored the groaning Andrew and Hake on the ground even more.

Roy did not kneel. No one paid attention to this boy with a silly look. Therefore, when the carriage door opened, he was the only civilian who saw the middle-aged woman.

Mage?

Seeing the woman’s robe, Roy’s heart skipped a beat.

Almost simultaneously, the woman seemed to sense something and turned to look at Roy, scrutinizing him for a long time. Her sharp gaze, like needles, pierced into Roy’s forehead.

At that moment, the veiled girl who had just entered the carriage sat down beside the woman, blocking her gaze.

Roy’s heart suddenly relaxed, and his gaze naturally fell on the veiled girl’s face.

A few minutes earlier, the female swordsman, whose skills far exceeded those of Baku and the others, had kicked Andrew away. Although it inadvertently saved Andrew’s life, Roy knew that the female swordsman’s original intention was to save Tom!

And a few minutes later, the veiled girl had taken full responsibility and consequences for the two civilians who might have faced severe punishment, in front of Baron Brian’s son, Lais.

Roy had lived with elves when he was young.

Besides learning to be vengeful like the elves, he also learned to repay kindness.

As the carriage slowly started and headed towards the castle, the girl’s eyes glanced over. A breeze lifted the veil, revealing a face that could make the world turn upside down.

Roy suddenly felt as if his heart had been struck by something.

Tom, noticing something was off with Roy, put his arm around his shoulder.

"Buddy, what’s wrong?"

"I’m going to marry her!" The big-headed boy was in a trance.

"Who?" Tom was a bit dazed: "You said you want to... marry who?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he was startled. In front of him, the big-headed boy raised his hand and pointed straight at the white carriage, surrounded by the imposing knights, heading up the castle drawbridge, with a look of reckless determination.

That’s a royal carriage! The blacksmith’s son looked around, saw no one paying attention to him and Roy, and quickly pulled him away, running as fast as he could.

"Are you crazy? Do you know who she is?"

"I’m not crazy, I want to repay a debt! Do you understand, repay a debt!"

"Idiot, she won’t need it!"

A moment later, the two boys and the fat dog had disappeared into the crowd on the street.

The street returned to its usual calm. Among the people passing by, Andrew slowly got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spat in the direction the boys had gone. Ignoring the still groaning Hake, he turned and staggered towards the castle.