The Legend of Fatality

Killing leaders can cause confusion and fear: it is always a good start.

-"War: The Art of Winning", Sir Antoine-Henri-Jormini.

At sunset, Catherine stepped back into bed and couldn't sleep. If everything goes according to plan, this will be her wedding night. On the contrary, she is here alone, the ball is held as usual, but there will not be a wedding tomorrow, and it is not certain whether there will be Catherine in the future.

Ambrose is somewhere "safe" in the castle. And her father is invading this peaceful country. Although this is not his long-term plan, it also proves that she is nothing to him, at least just a piece in his game.

Tomorrow is her seventeenth birthday; this should mark the beginning of her new life. Well, of course tomorrow is also the beginning of her new life, although not the kind she always imagined. But she never thought of marrying a man she had never met, nor did she think of being locked out of this world like her mother. She thought she wanted to be loved by the people, but this setback made her doubtful.

Someone was knocking on the door and Sarah's voice came in. "Prince Lothal is here, Your Highness."

Catherine quickly dressed and went to see Lotel with Sarah. They must climb several stairs to reach the ballroom where the ball is held, which is in the largest tower of the castle. Catherine and Sarah were led by Lotel into a large room with marble floors. Huge glass doors lead to the balcony.

There was a man in a robe in the banquet hall standing in front of Ambrose. King Charles sat not far from the balcony, he turned around, and Catherine bowed her knees. King Charles looked tired, but he was majestic.

"Princess Catherine, thank you for telling me about the invasion. I'm sorry I didn't see you before, but there are many things to arrange."

Catherine hadn't had time to talk about it or asked Ambrose about it. She saw something moving on the balcony behind the king. She pointed and said, "Are they your guards?"

The king turned and the window behind him suddenly opened. The four men in black ran in with daggers in their hands. Catherine shouted the guard, and after a while, two soldiers of the Royal Guard rushed in through the door. But the man in black has already passed through the room. One attacker grabbed the king's arm and caused him to spin, another attacker stabbed him in the back.

King Charlie used his left arm to resist the dagger. The dagger stabbed into his forearm. He kicked the man in black quickly and grabbed his arm with his right hand. He grabbed the long sword on the throne with his right hand and waved the sword to the dagger The man in black who pierced his arm. His guards ran forward, slashing the king's attackers with their swords, but as the glass broke, more assassins in black rushed in through the window. They swayed on the thin, dark ropes, and Catherine recalled in horror the night she spent on the boat, and she saw Noyers' people climbing the rope from the rigging in the darkness.

An assassin walked towards Catherine with her dagger down. She backed away, her heart pounding with fear. Then, unbelievably, Lotel was beside her, holding a sword in his hand. He glanced at her enough to confirm that she was not injured, and then rushed forward, his sword blurred in the air as he cut down her attacker.

There were more enemies around King Charles, and blood bleed from his arm, but he did not step back and faced all the assassins. Now more guards poured into the room and rushed towards their king, and the assassins around the king were also driven away.

But Ambrose suddenly pulled out his sword and slammed into the mage in front of him. The mage hurriedly blocked with the staff in his hand, and rolled away from Ambrose's attack area.

"Do it!" Ambrose yelled. At this time, some guards wearing Bill Barry's uniform rushed in, but Catherine found that she didn't know anyone.

"Who are you?" Peverly just asked, and the guards began to attack Pefley's men and then attack the soldiers of Burtania.

The scene was very confusing, and Catherine was completely overwhelmed, completely ignorant of what happened. She only saw Peverley's men fighting back, and Ambrose and some Bill Barry soldiers attacked Peverley's men and the Burtanian guards. The Burtanians simply attacked all the Bilbao.

Peverly hid behind his guard and turned around like Noyes asked. "Damn, are those yours?" Noyes shook his head with a cold face. "King Charlie, those who are not me!" Peverly shouted quickly.

Lotel approached the assassin. "Throw away your weapon."

One of the men sipped at him. "We would rather die. We will take you to the bottomless pit."

He and one of his companions rushed forward. Catherine stood at the door unharmed, but Sarah stood closer and froze in horror. An assassin approached her and pierced her neck with a dagger as she passed her. She looked at Catherine, blood spewing out of her fingers, she clutched her neck tightly.

When Sarah's body fell to the ground, Catherine screamed, and there was a pool of blood around her face. Catherine lowered her head and ran to her maid. Sarah's mouth moved, but she said nothing, only bleeding.

Catherine was shaking. She felt like she was sick. Sarah's body was pale, surrounded by a pool of black blood. Her own hands and clothes were glued on. Then Lotel was beside her, hugging her tightly, and then forcing her to look at his face. "Your Highness, you are safe now. You are safe."

"Sarah. They killed Sara."

"I know. Sorry, sorry."

As more guards ran in, she grabbed his arm tightly, leaned over and shouted to the king for a surgeon.

"Is she still alive?" She asked.

But no one answered. Catherine found corpses everywhere. The King's guard, Bill Barry soldiers and black killers ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Lotel took her to a chair. "You are shaking."

The surgeon came, he leaned over beside Sarah and quickly shook his head at Lotaire.

This was done by her father. Killed all these people. Kill Sarah.

Lotel wanted to see the assassins' faces, but he didn't even want to leave Catherine for a while. "I was just shocked. But I knew I was safe, Lotel. Do your best to help."

Catherine watched him walk in the middle of the body. How many people died? Too many. She looked at Sarah again. Catherine couldn't even think. Can't move her body. She can only watch. There is nothing else to do.

In the distance, Ambrose flashed off the attacker, chopped his shoulder, almost cut off his arm, and then waved his sword. The other attacker's head was also cut off. However, the mage who escaped his attack range recited the mantra and the mantra hit him. The flame surrounded him, but then went out, and the necklace around Ambrose's neck became dull.

But what attracted the most attention was his face, which turned into a crumpled skin like a melt. Catherine started screaming again, and she couldn't believe that Ambrose's face had changed like this. But then, Ambrose grabbed the cheek and pulled it off his head.

Tarcan's face was exposed under the face, and Catherine couldn't believe her eyes, but she did see the Ambrose brother a few times.

"Damn Noven! You traitor!" Peverly screamed. "No, your whole family is a traitor!"

"Traitor?" Tulkan sneered. "You framed and killed my sister, and murdered my brother by vile means. Do you expect us to forget this? Continue to be your dog? Today is Novin's revenge.