Chapter 49: Elizabeth

Chapter 49: Elizabeth

"Useless! Useless! Useless! All of you are fucking useless!!"

The loud slap echoed in the courtyard as Carol, a burly and sturdy figure, raised her hand and delivered another heavy blow to the orc in front of her.

The two-headed dog orc and the other orcs hung their heads, trembling in fear, not daring to dodge or defend themselves.

After the mission failed and they fled from the clinic, they returned to the Jadeson Manor to report to Carol.

Carol, who was eating and drinking, went into a rage upon hearing the news.

"What's this? You got scared when you saw the fox guards? I spent so much money keeping you around, and you come back here with such a disgraceful face? More than ten Dark Magic Guards and you couldn't even chop off a human's head?" Carol turned back to face the two-headed dog orc, patting its dog-like head with a cold voice.

The two-headed dog orc's legs trembled uncontrollably, not daring to say a word.

Carol had a volatile temper and beating and scolding were common occurrences. If they made her unhappy, they might accidentally end up as wolf food.

"Get someone to chop them all up and feed them to the wolves!" Carol suddenly increased her strength and slapped the two-headed dog orc down to the ground.

Several other orcs stepped forward, intending to take the two-headed dog and the others away.

"Please spare us, my lady... I still have three arrows in me..." The pig-headed orc broke down, scared to the point of wetting himself, begging for mercy.

The other orcs also knelt in panic, pleading for forgiveness.

They were disguised as Dark Magic Guards, strutting around outside, but as soon as Carol gave the order, they would be chopped up and fed to the dogs.

Carol remained unmoved, her face cold.

"My lady, Diana intervened to protect that human beyond our plans. With twice the number of fox guards, they were able to retreat safely. It might be wise to spare them this time and let them redeem themselves." Just then, a yellow rat-like orc stepped forward, speaking in a soft tone.

Carol glanced at the yellow rat orc, "What scheme do you have this time?"

"Please listen to me..."

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"It seems that this kid indeed has some strength. No wonder those old farts from the Physician Association are afraid of him." Diana reclined lazily in a soft chair, a smile playing on her lips.

"Miss, Carol probably won't let it go easily. That's why I've ordered a team of fox guards to patrol the streets every night, with a focus on protecting Charlotte." Buddy stood to the side, speaking respectfully.

"Is the information reliable?"

"Yes."

"I'll go out for a while. You should go home first." Elizabeth picked up her sword and walked towards the exit of the courtyard.

Before long, Elizabeth rode a white horse and galloped out of the back gate of the Lord's Mansion, heading straight towards the west of the city.

"Sir, Miss Elizabeth left with a sword, riding a horse towards the west of the city!" The old butler quickly walked into the study and reported to the middle-aged man who was reading a book.

The man wore a well-fitted black suit, had neatly combed back hair, and sported a mustache shaped like the character '' on his face. He calmly picked up the silver cup beside him and took a sip of water. "She received the news?"

"Jenny just informed her."

"All right, no need to worry about her. Let the young ones experience it themselves." The man waved his hand slightly.

The butler acknowledged and left the room.

Behind the bookshelf, within the shadows, a figure swayed slightly.

"Go, but make sure she doesn't get hurt." The man took another sip of tea.

The figure stopped moving, and the room became quiet once again.

"Charlotte..." The man gently caressed the teacup in his hand and sighed after a long while.

The sound of horse hooves shattered the tranquility of Calva's streets as a white-clad figure with a sword made its way straight to the Deno Manor in the west of the city.

At the entrance of the manor, two guards who were dozing off heard the urgent sound of horse hooves and instinctively grasped the long swords at their waists. They simultaneously shouted, "Private estate ahead, please stay away!"

Before they could react, the sturdy oak gate of the manor had been cleaved open by a single sword, crashing down with a loud thud.

The white horse leaped over the heads of the two guards, charging directly through the broken gates of the manor.

In the courtyard, the bonfire burned brightly.

Seven or eight succubi in thin veils were dancing passionately, every movement captivating and arousing the desires of men.

Capas lay on a thick animal skin, resting his head on one succubus's thigh while his hand fondled the collar of another beautiful succubus. Some were feeding him wine, and others offering meat, all enjoying themselves.

The gate suddenly shattered, causing the succubi who were dancing to panic and retreat to the side.

Elizabeth sat tall on her white horse, looking at the disheveled succubi and Capas lying among the women. Her gaze revealed undisguised disgust. Pointing her heavy sword, she coldly asked, "Are you Capas?"