How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 211. Critical Situation
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Unexpectedly, these men weren’t wearing masks. Why hadn’t they bothered to cover their faces, like the men inside? Annette felt a thrill of unease.
“Wait. Why are you doing this to us?” She asked, once again trying to play for time. “Tell us why you’re doing this!”
The only answer was the cold noise of swords being drawn. Swords in hand, the men closed the distance between them, ill intentions obvious.
Carefully, Celestine slid down from Allamand’s back, and the older man reached for his cane to protect the two girls behind him, then promptly dropped it on the floor as one of the attackers moved for Celestine.
“Hahaha…” He couldn’t help laughing at this ludicrous situation. The Bavarias had never been known for physical prowess. Allamand had learned basic swordwork when he was a boy, but even with a cane in his hands, there wasn’t much he could do.
But the proud Duke Bavaria could not die unresisting. Straightening, he moved again to defend them, but Annette stepped bravely into his path.
“Cover your ears,” she said.
Her father frowned. Neither he or Celestine understood the order, but Annette had no time to explain. She cleared her throat, opening her mouth to sing.
There was a cry in the distance, filled with all the despair of a mother searching for her lost child, and every head turned automatically in that direction. Annette’s eyes widened as she recognized that voice.
“Raphael? Raphael! I’m here, help me…ahhh!”
Her eyes darkened as one of the men suddenly attacked her, and her father moved before her, intercepting the blow.
Allamand growled as a hot line sliced his arm instead of Annette’s, and his attacker immediately lifted his sword again. But Allamand wasn’t their target. The King’s objective was clear: to kill Celestine, so the crime would be blamed on Annette. It would ensure the Keers family continued their vendetta against the Bavarias.
The man pointed his sword at Celestine. The King’s men meant this breath to be her last.
But Annette stubbornly moved in the way again, forcing him back. He couldn’t kill Annette when she was meant to be the murderer. His hand lifted instead to knock her aside, but before his fist landed, something slammed into him behind.
A blade suddenly appeared from his chest, and he fell forward silently.
“Annette! Are you all right?” Raphael asked anxiously, appearing before her and moving instantly to her side. The way he moved was almost supernatural. “You’re not hurt, are you, baby? Are you all right?”
As he spoke, he was going over her with trembling hands, searching for any injuries. It was as if the rest of the world ceased to exist. Then his eyes finally spotted the burn on her hand.
“What happened to you? Did they do this to you?”
Annette’s white hands were red. It was more likely that the burns had come from the fire, but Raphael had lost all reason. He had been so careful every time he held her hand, afraid that he might break it. Who had dared to hurt Annette now?
His head turned from Annette to the King’s men, and his hand reached automatically for his sword. Unfortunately, it was still planted in one man’s back already. Posted only on NovelUtopia.com
“Well, fine. This is enough for all of you.”
Raphael reached for a long branch lying on the ground, and as soon as he touched it, the branch was suddenly enveloped in a bright blue light. The power of the Master of Swords.