765 Never giving up!

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In a small but luxurious estate, the atmosphere was entirely gloomy.

The gloomy atmosphere was so brittle that it could literally snap in half.

Even though everyone was moving, there was only silence.

No one dared to speak for fear of getting their mistress's attention.

In the massive room within the largest building in the estate, several men in black all stood quietly.

What was there to say?

At this point, speaking won't cut it right now.

All they could do was wait for the storm to pass.

The beautifully decorated room that was meant to make them feel honoured, now made them feel like they were in the pit of hell.

And at the center of the room, a well-endowed woman was constantly moving back and forth in rage.

The beautiful 30 something-year-old woman looked like a demon Unleashed from hell.

Her thoughts went wild, and soon, she ran towards her previous ornaments and went crazy on them.

'Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!'

The sounds of expensive clay pieces breaking filled the quiet room, creating dreadful music that seemed to have stopped time on its own.

'Crash!'

"How dare those worthless buffoons deny my request?

Who do they think they are?

Without me, would they have been able to keep their positions for this long?"

'Crash!'

"Who do they think they are?

How dare those good-for-nothings betray me?

'Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!'

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The woman exploded in fury once she git the report from her men.

Her eyes were bloodshot and her body trembled violently as she kept throwing all her valuable ornament on the floor and walls.

Her men on the other hand, skillfully ducked, jumped and did other moves in order to avoid the many flying objects coming their way.

You see when their mistress typically lashed out, she had no sense of direction.

She was just shooting these objects anywhere her hand desired.

If they were ordinary knights or even servants, then they would be probably have died, got injured, or sh** themselves.

But they were trained assassins who have been with their mistress for at least 7 years now.

'Crash!'

"How dare they?

How dare those motherf***ers!"

There were no more ornaments to break, so the woman looked at the large broken pieces on the floor, picked them up and threw them again.

'Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!'

At this point, she didn't even notice that her hands were all bloodied up.

Eliza's breath grew heavy the more she thought about her situation.

Not too long ago, she was still hailed as the glorious 2nd Queen.

But now, she was someone whose power had been stripped off by that William bastard.

That's right!

The only people left were those who followed her from her noble clan into the palace.

Of course, she also had a few more men that have been training in secret too.

But the sad thing was that the total number only comes up to 3,000 men.

3000?

That was even less than what any measly Baron had, talk less of discounts, marquises, earl's, dukes and whatnot.

Then how could she, a former queen, have less than a lower-ranked title?

What could 3 thousand men do against any noble with power?

She, Queen... No! She, the now Duchess Eliza, was presently stressed beyond her years.

But how could she give up?

No way.

She would never give up!

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The thing that irked her the most was that this wasn't nearly enough for her master plan.

How could she sit back here when her beloved son, Connor was locked away in Baymard?

She has had countless imaginations about him being locked up in a dirty dungeon without food and water.

They probably starved her poor baby to death and beat him up cruelly every day.

His wounds might even be rotten, with all sorts of rodents nibbling on his flesh.

They probably slit off his fingers, toes and other body parts as torture while keeping him alive.

Do they blind him by plucking out his eyes and feeding them to the chickens?

What about his tongue?

Do they slice it up and forced him to chew on it?

What did they do to her baby?

[Baymardian prison guards: (-_-)]

Eliza's mind was all over the place.

Her baby was probably be all skin and bones at this point.

So the more time she wasted, the more frightened she was.

Eliza took in a big gulp of air and tried to calm down.

And soon, she regained her harmless noble appearance once more.

The moment she pushed her fallen hair starkness off her face, several prints of blood from her hand stained her delicate fair cheeks, creating a deep contrast.

Who would believe that she was the same person who was going crazy earlier on?

Eliza carefully walked away from the broken pieces and took a seat.

Very well.

Since it has gotten to this point, then those bastards left her with no other choice.

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"Tell me.

Is that all they said?"

The leader of the assassins stepped forward: "Yes mistress. That was all."

"Hahahahahahahahah!

How wonderful.

Truly a bunch of loyal dogs.

So after I took out my precious time to rally them, they still declined my request?

Heh... weren't they the ones who begged and volunteered to be Connor's supporters all these years?

What have we not given them?

From money, women, opportunities and everything else... they've had it all.

Their businesses have been booming because of my protection, and their noble clans have gotten even more prestige because of me.

And now that my son needs them, they dare refuse to help?"

"Mistress, your loyal servant can get rid of them if you desire."

"No!

Right now, they'll be on alert since they turned us down.

And besides, we need to focus more on your young master down in Baymard.

We need more men.

Speaking of that, Sylar, has your man accepted the request yet."

"Yes mistress, he did.

The Venomous Butterfly Assassins have accepted the request.

From what I was told, they will send a total of 300 assassins to break into the so-called Baymardian prison."

Eliza frowned: "I heard that you can't bring weapons into Baymard, so will they really be able to succeed?"

"Mistress, don't forget that even a kitchen knife is a weapon.

Besides, I have complete trust that even without any weapon, they would be able to properly break into the prison zone.

All they need to do is safely get into Baymard, blend into the crowd and strike when the time comes."

"Good!

We'll follow them down to Baymard as well.

I want to see how those bastards have treated my son.

If he has suffered any sort of injury, then we will make them pay after the young master takes the throne back.

For now, we wait in the dark for the day when we will collect our debts back.

Soon, we will have our revenge."