Chapter 118: A Matter of Mood (9)
"What did you say?"
Isabelle removed her helmet entirely, letting her long silver-blonde hair cascade down. Her hair didn’t quite match the stiff muscles of her hardened face. More than anything, she wore an oddly exhilarated expression—completely unlike someone standing in the middle of a massacre.
"Flee from here immediately. The marquis insisted I deliver this message. The emperor is a fraud. Do not throw away your life in vain," I urged.
"Wh-why... Why would he—?"
Her voice, which had been as sharp as a winter gale when commanding the guards, now sounded entirely different. More importantly, her bewildered reaction caught me off guard.
"Why... me...?"
What is this reaction? Weren’t they supposed to be married or something?
I voiced my question aloud. "Weren’t you and Marquis Leandro close?"
While we exchanged these clumsy suspicions, the sounds of clashing weapons rang all around us. Screams erupted, and bodies crumbled—mostly those of the imperial guards. Individually, the guards were stronger, but they were far too outnumbered.
Isabelle was in a hurry. I was not.
Her face flushed red. "Rubbish! Do not dare speak his name so carelessly!"
She swung her sword at me. Several spears thrust toward her at the same time. Yet, she parried every single attack aimed at stopping her and struck at me with unrelenting force.