'Alfred really knows his job.', Avendial sat calmly in his chair, his eyes fixed on Aecilia as she was seated nearby. A sudden blast erupted a few ters away, casting a bright yellow glow across the area.
Flas surged upward, reaching the 10 tre height, while a shockwave raced toward him. The gust of wind from the explosion swept past, ruffling his hair and grazing his face. Yet, Avendial remained composed, but his sight soon got covered by a shadow.
"N-no!" As Aecilia saw the shining light getting closer from a distance of 2 ters, she quickly realized that it was yet another assault on the man. With swift reflexes, she rose from her seat, tossed the chair aside, and then dashed towards him. In her haste, she stumbled but managed to lunge forward and embrace him tightly, exclaiming,"Aven!?"
'?!'
Avendial was caught off guard as he felt a sudden force wrapping around his neck, pushing his face into sothing warm and soft. His eyes were wide open, hands still folded, as Aecilia embraced him tightly. He tried to redirect his gaze towards her, but all he could focus on was the faint trace between her cleavage and lingering scent of her body.
"Co swiftly help the Marquess!" Aecilia, shielding the man from the explosion, swiftly turned her attention to the panicking doctors and servants who were attempting to flee. They halted in their tracks upon seeing her protectively holding the Marquess in her arms, signaling to them that this was no re accident caused by machine failure, but rather another deliberate attack.
Without hesitation, all of them rushed towards Marquess Avendial who was most important person here.
"We need to escape this place! Where are the palace guards?" One of the doctors looked towards the palace servants but noticed only a few of them remaining, who were already drenched in sweat as they rushed towards them to help.
"They have left to accompany the Princess!" One of the servants from the palace inford the doctor that most of the soldiers had been sent with the Princess and noble n.
"How careless!" One of the nurses felt that there was a lack of proper managent from the princess but couldn't fully express it. Instead, she, along with other doctors, attended to Avendial, who was surrounded.
'Indeed, How careless of you, princess', As Avendial gazed at the flas illuminating the garden, he paid no attention to the soft sensation on the left side of his face, pressed against Aecilia's chest. A smile crept onto his face as he realized he now had the upper hand for tomorrow's eting with the princess, specially after being attacked once again in the princess' palace,' but first...'
"How careles of you, Miss Aecilia", Avendial clearly expressed his dissatisfaction and firmness in his voice regarding the actions of soone hugging him without his permission, as it was a clear violation of his privacy.
"Huh? F-forgive , Marquess," Aecilia was taken aback after hearing such a tone from the man whom she may have offended, considering the fact that she really pushed his limits today.
Indeed, unlike usual when it appeared as if there was a wall around him, which made everyone keep a suitable distance, today, he appeared much more approachable. It sowhat gave the impression to her that maybe he would not get offended.
But now, it appeared that she may have crossed the boundary due to the urgency of the situation.
In the end, hierarchy was what determined one's behavior towards others and gave the privilege to stronger individuals to decide if they felt offended according to their mood or not.
"Let's leave this place first," Avendial said, observing how Aecilia was distancing herself from him. Ignoring her awkwardness as she scratched her chin, he reiterated his suggestion to leave the place.
"Yes, this way, Maquess," others swiftly guided him as all of them made their way out of that place.
'Now, let's go find Miss Rivia', Upon observing the departure of all the servants and individuals from the garden with the Marquess, Alfred turned his attention to a nearby tent containing ergency surgical gowns or scrubs for the doctors and nurses, before entering and preparing for the upcoming task.
A few minutes later, Left the tent while carrying a set of clothes and made his way towards the lake, specifically heading towards the dense trees.
He had just reached the corner of the lake, with the trees still 20 ters away. In the cold breeze, his feet stopped as a sharp and firm voice ca from within the trees, "Take one step closer and you will be dead, old man."
Alfred stood there, holding the clothes, glancing between them and the trees. He sighed before saying, "Miss Rivia, I brought clothes for you. By the way, I've told you many tis, but I'm only 57 years old."
"Throw them here," ca the emotionless voice in a firm tone, as it ordered.
"Fine, but..." Alfred nodded as he looked at the clothes in his hand, his eyes glancing towards the trees as a cold glint passed, rembering the mistake this woman had committed by endangering their master. This prompted him to declare, "Wouldn't letting you die here be more profitable for ?"
"Do not cross the line, old man," again that sharp voice responded inside the place, causing the tense atmosphere to beco even more palpable between the two individuals.
"Do you realize the problems our Master had to deal with because of your recklessness?" Alfred reiterated, highlighting the seriousness of the situation and the sacrifices his master had to make, even going as far as to compromise his own reputation for a re bodyguard.
Of course, Alfred had seen both his master and Rivia grow together after she was brought from the orphanage. So, he had a parental attachnt towards both of them, but his loyalty towards his master outweighed everything else.
".....If you tell Master anything, I will kill you" Rivia declared through gritted teeth, her fingers tightly wrapped around the hilt of her sword as her thoughts raced through her mind,' Should I kill him? Could I just bla the explosion for his death? But what if Master finds out? Will he hate ? Will he stop caring for ? No, will he abandon ?!'
"You should be grateful. If master hadn't ordered to rescue you," Alfred adjusted his bow and threw the cloth towards the dense trees before turning to leave. He uttered his words, clearly sticking to his cautious personality. If it were soone else, after that threat, he would have just left them to die on their own in this place.
He continued, "I would have left you here to die at the hands of Princess Katheria."
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