Rebirth of The Villainess Princess

Chapter 51: Fool the Princess

Metals against metals. Outside of the infirmary, the battle between the duke and the unknown men in black transpired.

“Who sent you and why are you here?” He asked, against the blow of attack from his opponent.

‘He’s skilled!’ He hissed as he was forced to take two steps backward.

He could see Cloyd in his peripheral vision struggling as well as him.

“...” The men were tight-lipped. What they did do was to attack, trying to fly away as soon as possible, and probably reported what they had seen – Lady Clemence was not dead but alive.

Unfortunately, the duke was on their way. They were having a secret dilemma going against him because they were instructed not to harm the duke the most.

On the other hand, Lysanna was calmly watching the battle unfold at the top of the stairs of the infirmary.

Isaac frowned greatly. ‘She should’ve ran away instead.’

“Your Grace!” A shout from Cloyd made him awake from subtle stupor. “We have to kill them, no matter what.”

Cloyd threw a sideway glance to Lysanna before swirling and swinging his sword to gave a blow of offense to his opponent. It was a flawless move, however, the man against him was as strong as him. His back merely hit the pillar and then rolled down to dodge Cloyd’s sword aimed to slice his head off.

Cloyd was determined to kill and the duke could clearly see through it.

“We should’ve captured them instead,” the duke said, holding back his opponents another attack. He was gritting his teeth, exasperated.

“And threatened them…” The blade of his sword clashed against the man again. He paired his attack with kick on his opponent’s knees, making him staggered a bit. “...or something to force the, confess…”

The fight was a struggle since the two forces against each other was equal in strength.

“...to confess that Princess Catherine wants to kill Lysanna.”

“Capturing would be pointless, Your Grace.” Cloyd’s battle was never been become any better. His opponent sending him big blows, fortunately his defense – arms and fists – was strong enough.

“They’re assassins,” he growled. “They would definitely kill themselves once captured.”

“Then we should kill them? And then?” His breath was heavy. It was too hard to even hold a conversation while battling.

His opponent let out an abrupt cry. He must have expressed his disappointment of being exposed.

“Kill them.” Lysanna said, her voice was deep and heavy, cold with a sharpness of despise – perhaps directed to their master.

“And take their place,” Cloyd followed her cry.

“You could disguise as them and give a report, the thing they should supposedly do.” Lysanna stated. “The report should be…’Lady Clemence was successfully assassinated’. I fairly know how Her Highness men exchange information.’’

Isaac shuddered on who Lysanna was and how could her method was as malicious as Catherine.

“False information to fool the princess,” Cloyd said, quite getting an upperhand against his rival. “And let her guard down.”

Listening to them, the two men in black raged, so their attacks became more ruthless.

“How ‘bout the disguise?” Isaac grinned slightly as his sword thrust to his opponent’s gut, however, he dodged it with his sword.

“That’s pretty much easy. I have prepared for everything, Your Grace. The friend I invited was already on his way,” Lysanna smiled.