Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 180: The attackers

Chapter 180: The attackers

Ave watched in fear as he pulled out his sword from the side of the horse and faced the men surrounding them. Though it was dark, she could make out the shadows of the men and knew they were more than ten; they outnumbered him. How was he going to fight them alone when they didn’t have any guards? She thought panic-stricken as she watched him cut down the first man to dare approach. And just like that, a fight broke out without them exchanging any words among each other.

Ave had seen scenes like this in movies, but she had never thought she’d be experiencing it in reality. It was more fun to watch the hero fight in movies, but it was terrifying to witness in reality, especially when you don’t know how to help and are paralyzed by fear on a horse. She could hold a sword and turn it around in her hands, but fighting with it was another thing.

She saw Lucian’s shadow move swiftly, cutting down the men in the path of the horse, but they kept coming forward like they wanted to reach her at any cost, increasing in number. When he finally made the path, he whistled, and the horse neighed before it suddenly began to gallop away with Ave, whose eyes widened at the realization that she was leaving Lucian behind like a coward to fight this many men!

Ave turned back on the horse to see Lucian cutting down any of the men who attempted to go after her. She knew she shouldn’t risk her life for the man she claimed not to love and that he might be able to fight down all the men, but she just couldn’t leave him like that. She was never a coward and wouldn’t be, especially now that it concerned her husband. Wait, what?! Since when did she consider him her husband after that ridiculous thing they did he considered marriage?!

Ave thought; however, she had no time to wonder about such things and instead pulled at the horse rein to stop it. Nonetheless, no matter how much she tried to make the horse stop, the stubborn creature seemed determined not to stop until it took her back to the palace.

Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she commanded, "Stop, you stubborn Aziz!!" She yelled as she used her strength to pull the rein, and to her relief, the horse stopped and shook its head in displeasure as it snorted.

"Good boy," she patted the head of the mighty black stallion as she hurriedly got down, grabbed a random piece of wood her eyes saw on the ground in the darkness, and mounted the horse again. "Let’s go help Lucian!"

Back where Lucian was fighting the men who seemed to be adding up in numbers, he gritted his teeth as he knew the only way he could cut them all down swiftly and quickly was by transforming into his beast form. However, the thought of the transformation alone made him grimace; the pain that came with it would last until tomorrow and strain his muscles when he needed all his strength on the battlefield tomorrow. Using his beast strength tonight was going to take a big toll on him by tomorrow.

But, seemingly knowing he had no choice, he decided to transform when he heard the loud shout of a woman he recognized echoing in the night and causing the night birds on the forest trees to take flight and flap away, and he gritted his teeth at the realization that Ave hadn’t listened to him and had come back. Turning towards the direction, he saw her dismounting his horse and running into the fight with a log of wood in hand.

"You fuckers! How dare you attack us? I will teach you a lesson of your life!" She yelled as she swirled the wood in hand and slammed it against the hand of one of the men who held his sword up to hit her. She had caught him off guard that his sword fell from his hand, and she picked it up before he could regain his strength.

Without hesitation, Ave ran the sword into his chest and pulled it out. She didn’t waste time and turned to attack another man behind her with the sword; she ripped off his head with blood splashing on her face. Lucian was not only surprised that she could wield a real sword but stunned that she could kill with it as well. His eyes were sharp enough to see in the dark, and he saw the fierce determination in her eyes as she moved like a skilled fighter among the men.

She wasn’t only fighting with the sword but was kicking with her legs and hitting with her fists. It was a sight he’d never thought he would see, and he fought at her side as he tried to kill more of the men so they wouldn’t strain her. The look in her eyes was cold and nothing like what he was used to seeing.

Blood of the men splashed everywhere as their bodies fell to the ground; many of them were confused and surprised at first to see the woman fighting, but when they saw how she moved and killed, the three remaining men tried to flee for their lives. Ave threw her sword, and the blade went straight to the back of one, and Lucian killed the other, while the last one ran into the woods; however, Lucian went after him, leaving Ave behind.

It was only when Lucian ran after the one man left and the silence after the fierce fight consumed her that Ave realized what she had just done and what had happened. She looked down at the dead bodies lying on the ground and the wetness on her face. She reached her hands up to touch her face but felt her fingers come in contact with sticky blood that was still warm.

Ave was still at first and then she looked down at her body again, and bile rose in her throat as she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She turned as pale as a ghost as she gagged and swayed on her feet. She had killed, not one but many men with her own hands. She couldn’t believe she could wield a sword to kill when on set she hadn’t been able to use it properly for the fake fight scenes.

Her body began to shake as her hands trembled while she tried to clean the blood from her body. Her stomach turned, and her throat constricted as she bent down and began throwing up everything she had eaten.

Ave was still throwing up when she heard footsteps behind her and turned, alarmed that one of the dead men had gotten up to hunt her. She turned in horror but saw Lucian’s burning eyes in the darkness. Her eyes blurred, and the world spun around her as dizziness washed over her, but before she could hit the ground, Lucian had grabbed her by the waist. She looked up at his face with unfocused, teary eyes. "I am murderer..." she whispered and then fell unconscious in his arms.

Lucian cradled her in his arms as he went down on his knees with her leaning on his body. He glanced down at her face and noticed how pale it looked. Using his hand, he moved away the sticking strands of hair on her sweaty forehead and retrieved his handkerchief to wipe the blood stains off her cheeks. He had seen her fight and even kill; nobody without experience could fight like that, but from the looks in her eyes before she fell unconscious, he could tell she hadn’t done this before, and this was probably her first time killing another living person, not just one but many of them.

She was going to be traumatized for a long time if she were to remember this event. Lucian thought in dismay; he wasn’t going to be here with her tomorrow, and the last thing he would need was for her to go through traumas that might make people think she was possessed by demons in his absence.

Realizing he shouldn’t waste time here when he didn’t know if more men would come again, he decided to think about what to do when he got back. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to his horse and placed her onto it before he mounted. Her body leaned limply against him as he secured her from swaying to the side with one arm and then controlled the rein with the other.

In no time, Lucian was back in his palace. Immediately he entered the gates of his palace, Zane, who had been pacing about worriedly as he craned his neck to the gates, noticed the prince and sighed in relief; however, his relief was short-lived as he noticed the blood stains on their body when the lights of the bright torches fell on them.

He had not stepped inside the palace since they’d returned this evening and had been waiting out here for the prince. He had been worried that Lucian had ordered him back when he was to stand by him in case something were to go wrong. Now, nonetheless, with the blood and the grim look on the prince’s face, Zane was undoubtedly certain something had happened on their way, and he rushed towards the black mighty stallion when it came to a halt in front of the doomed palace.

"Your Highness, what happened?" Zane questioned in concern as Lucian dismounted and meticulously carried his wife into his arms, holding her like the most fragile, precious thing in the world. His expression was not only murderous but gravely dark and ice-cold. He didn’t reply to Zane until he was inside the close space of his palace.

"We were attacked on the road that leads towards Woodville village," he informed darkly as he walked in long strides towards Ave’s chamber in the doomed palace.

Zane was hot on his heels as his expression turned grim as well. This was why he always liked to stick around Lucian whenever he went out. "What happened to her?" he asked, referring to the unconscious woman in his arms.

"She is in shock," was all Lucian said before he walked into the room with Zane, who closed the door behind them.

Sitting down on the bed first, Lucian placed her on his lap and then ordered Zane without even looking at him as his eyes remain on the unconscious Ave, "Get me a rag and a large bowl of warm water," he told him urgently as he began to loosen the strings of her dress. He needed to get rid of any evidence of what had happened tonight, so when she woke up in the morning, she would think of it as one of those nightmares she had.

Putting her on the bed to lay on her back, he sat sideways at the edge of the bed to take care of her. Not long after, Zane returned with the rag and water and put it aside. Without even looking at him, Lucian gave him another order, "You may leave us alone."

Zane didn’t move from his spot and frowned. "Do you know who sent the attackers?" he asked.

Lucian’s hand briefly paused from its movement of loosening the strings at the front of her dress. "Yes," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "Edward. He was responsible for our attacks."

Zane’s brows knitted together. "How did you know it was him?"

"I tried to force one of the attackers to confess when I chased him into the woods, but he seemed more ready to die than to tell me who sent them. I had to get into his head with my powers to see who was responsible. It was Edward."

Zane’s frown deepened. "Why would Edward send men to attack you when they have never succeeded in any of their assassination attempts?" It wasn’t the first time Lucian had been attacked, but the Empress had realized he was immune to their swords and had given up until now.

"It’s not me Edward ordered to be killed. He ordered them to kill her because he believed I don’t care about her enough to try to save her." Lucian’s eyes burned fiercely as he couldn’t believe that this attack tonight wasn’t for him but for his woman, who Edward believe would be a distraction to the third prince unless she was killed.

"Are you going to report this to the Emperor?" Zane questioned carefully, sensing the dark, angry energy around the prince.

"No," Lucian furiously remarked. "There is no use reporting it to anyone; no one would do anything about it, especially when they don’t consider her a royal anymore. She is now my wife, and it is my responsibility to keep her safe no matter what. But before anything else, take some men and go back to that path and get rid of all those bodies scattered on the roads before morning," he ordered as he blocked Ave’s view from Zane and began to remove her dress.

Noticing that Lucian was about to get busy attending to his wife instead of calling for Lydia, Zane bowed and decided to go and get the work done.

After Zane left, Lucian discarded the blood-stained dress and put it aside, leaving her only in her chemise. He used the rag to wipe her face and body to clean off any traces of the blood. He made sure not a single blood stain was left on her.

Lucian glanced down at her resting face, which still looked somewhat pale, before he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against her lips. He didn’t pull away for some time and remained like that, breathing in her scent, as he knew he wouldn’t get to meet her again until he returned from the war in weeks. He was going to miss her terribly.

"I am going to miss you, my love. Don’t get yourself into too much trouble while I’m away, and I hope you miss me too in my absence. Think about me all the time," he whispered softly in her ear before he pulled back and tenderly covered her up with the blanket.

Taking the bloodstained dress with the intention of going and giving it to Lydia to wash it up before tomorrow, as it was the magical dress she liked to wear often, he straightened up and looked at her for a few more seconds before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

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