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Chapter 27 The Loyal Maid Part 3
Chapter 27 The Loyal Maid Part 3
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After Sally downed the whole thing and dropped the vial on the ground, her eyes went wide with shock at what she saw next. The arrow in her chest suddenly began to disappear into balls of light. Her wounds slowly began to close, and any fatigue she had from blood loss was disappearing. "This is…. The same stuff as the church gives out to our knights! What is that man's real identity? He gave away such a precious treasure..."
Sally shook her head. "No time for such thoughts. Now that I am back to full strength, I should hurry along and get this letter delivered. Butt first…." Sally took out a throwing knife and peeked around the edge of the box. She quickly spotted the archer still sitting on top of the roof and sneered. "Did you really think I can't kill you?"
"Wind guide the object in my hand…." A swirl of wind began to encircle the throwing knife in her hand. She then took a deep breath and rolled out from behind the box, and tossed the knife with everything she had before pointing her finger at it and finishing her chant: "Wind rush!"
*Zoom!*
The knife zoomed forward as if it had just received a huge boost of energy. It was so fast that the archer who was readying his aim only spotted the throwing knife when it was too late. The knife shot through the air and pierced him right between the brow, instantly killing him. With a snort, Sally stood back up and picked off a piece of flesh from her shoulder from one of the other men and black and snorted. "Now you only have two mildly trained guards Mr. Prince."
Sally had put a lot of work into her training. Since she first met the princess when she was little, she had adored her and wanted to protect the kind princess who never treated her as a servant but as a friend. She learned everything she could, from basic hand to hand combat, to swords and throwing knives. Wind magic was the thing she excelled at the most, and this was something that she could easily merge with her training. After all these years of training, she had reached a high understanding in each school.
After making sure no one else was around, Sally used wind magic to boost herself back onto the roof and took off once again. She wondered how the stupid prince would feel when he found out three of his five Black Legion members were now dead and killed by a maid, no less.
It took her twenty minutes to reach Alice's uncle's estate. The guard at the gate quickly recognized her, but his eyes went wide when seeing how she was dressed. He hurried forward and asked: "Miss Sally, are you okay!?"
"I am fine. I was lucky to have a holy potion on me. There is a mess three blocks away in the alley and a dead man on one of the adjacent roofs. I will have to trouble you to get someone to clean it up. It is the prince's men." Sally left these words and went to continue on inside when the guard stopped her once more.
"Miss Sally, let me get a carr…." The guard had wanted to be of help to Sally but she cut him off before he could finish speaking.
"It's fine. I can reach the main house faster using wind magic." With that, Sally's body blurred as she took off at full speed.
The estate had one main building and many side buildings. Each building was set up for different things, from labs to dorms for soldiers. Every member of the force that Alice's uncle controlled lived on the estate grounds with their families. This was to protect them from outsiders. He did not want the prince or any other faction to use the soldiers' families as a means to force them to spy on things. Because of that, many stores were also set up within the estate, making it more of a small town than anything.
After announcing her arrival, Sally was led to a small room with two red cushioned couches and a dark treant wood table in between them. A man with short pink hair and a monocle in his right eye sat there with a smile on his face that quickly fell when he saw Sally's state. "Sally, are you okay?"
"Uncle Henry, I am fine. Luckily I had a holy potion on me. More importantly, I came with word from her highness." Sally took out the letter she had shoved between her breasts and handed it to Alice's Uncle, Henry Findale. She also called him uncle since he treated her like an adopted daughter.
"A holy potion!" Henry couldn't help but exclaim. Such a potion was hard to get unless you were part of the military. For Sally to have one was quite amazing. It was a potion that, no matter your level it would slowly heal your wounds. You could be on the verge of death, and a single potion can bring you back to life. He wanted to ask where she got it but held his tongue as he read the letter.
The more he read, the more knitted his brows became before suddenly crushing the letter and yelling out: "That little bastard will not even let his baby sister off!? I will fucking kill him!"
"Uncle Henry, please calm down. If you move against the prince, even Uncle Jerald will not be able to stand aside. There is no solid proof at this moment, but Her Highness does have something to prove that she was chased. She will hand it to you when you see her. So, for now, speak to Her Highness. She is waiting for you at the inn mentioned in the letter."
Henry took a deep breath to calm his anger and got up from his seat, and patted Sally on the shoulder. "You girl…. Your devotion to Alice is something I can only thank you for, but please take care of yourself as well."
"Don't worry. Today was well worth the pain. The prince lost three of his five Dark Legion." Sally raised her chin proudly, causing Henry to Laugh.
"Haha! Good! I trained you well. Go to your room, shower, and rest. When you have rested, go see Jen. You have not been here for a while. I am sure Jen misses you." Henry gave Sally a warm gaze. If it was not for the fact that Sally said no, she would have long been his real adopted daughter. She had come to him to learn how to protect his niece. She worked hard without complaint, no matter how hard the training was. She was more determined than his own men to grow stronger. He had long thought of the young girl who was now a young woman as his own flesh and blood. Sally nodded and left the room. She truly was tired and wanted to rest for a few hours.