Reincarnated to save a broken heart ✓

Chapter 13

A sword plunged and came within a inch from my ear, I dodged and parsed the blow with the candlestick. A silhouette wanted to rush behind my back but it was pushed back to the other side of the room by Auteur, rising like a shadow and moving at a mind-blowing speed. I kicked the crotch of my opponent who whistled in pain and collapsed to the ground. I turn pale when I suddenly see a blood-chilling scene between two people throwing themselves at each other. I rushed into the pile, pushing those in front of me to rush towards a Solène who had been gripped by his pali on his neck. The poor blond tried in vain to defend himself, scratching his pali, his legs swinging, his face becoming increasingly red, appearing to struggle to catch a few puffs of air.

I couldn't hear the conversation between the two, or rather Polters' monolog, for lack of being the opposite. Two assassins blocked my way, preventing me from going any further.

"Solène!" I cried out in desperation, speaking of the blow of one of the two men in front of me.

I saw him struggle less and less. Convinced that I would witness his death, I began to look away, feeling guilty that I could not save him.

Suddenly, I felt a silver flash sneak between the people, my eyes followed him, seeing him suddenly slit the arm that was holding the concubine. A scream was heard, Polters screamed in pain, his arm falling softly into a pool of blood and Solène sagging to the ground. The pali looked angrily at the one who had done it. Alfen had positioned himself in front of the concubine, protecting him from his damaged and bloody body, wounds that could be seen through his stained clothes.

I straddled bodies scattered on the ground, made up of wretched maids and Polters' henchmen, in order to quickly join the blond and the Prime Minister.

There seemed to be calm in the room. We were just a small group surrounding a trembling, livid Solene, spitting to get sips of air. I glanced at the Empress, having shifted to Alfen's right, Annya had rushed behind Sadé and Auteur was in the middle of the play, seeming to draw a kind of boundary between our group and Polters'. He finally tore off part of his cloak to surround his stump which served him vaguely as an arm, throwing flashes through his eyes to the one who had sliced him.

"Lord Polters, you have lost. Reinforcements will be there any minute because of my signal. Then stop this massacre," the minister concluded with a sadness while looking at the corpses of the maid who littered the ground.

The pali of the blond spit vehemently and angrily:

"Die instead! Even if it means losing, at least I'll take you with me to my grave!"

This exclamation doesn't tell me anything worth...I saw him extend his right hand and one of his henchmen lay some sort of stick in his hand.

"Do you know about fireworks? What do you think if the library was full of them?" he asked slyly, with a terrifying smile on his face.

Wait? Was he gonna blow us up with him? He was completely crazy!!

"Never!!", screamed a Solène in response, standing on shaky legs.

His speech surprised a part of the group. This surprise turned into amazement when the blond threw himself at a book and pulled it towards him.

"If things really get out of hand, there's a secret passage behind the library. We need to push the red book of empire. Don't pull it or a trap will activate," a flashback from Alfen reminded me.

Auteur rushed towards us in a few strides, grabbed my hand, dropping my weapon on the ground, and those of others, only a few seconds before the entire floor of the library opened, completely engulfing everything on it, except the wardrobes glued to the walls. Bodies fell into a void along with tables and books, while Polters and his soldiers fell without warning, their screams echoing. As for us, Auteur was on top of a shelf, on her knees, and she held my hand, the other grasping Sadé's, this one holding Annya under his arm. For my part, I had caught Solène's hand at the last moment and he was grabbing Alfen's hand. I could see Auteur blushing as the superhuman effort it was demanded, forced to bear the weight of five adults. I heard her grumble and grind her teeth.