The Inevitable Destiny

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A beautiful woman with a black mane, and violet eyes were running, while removing her belt, which turned out to be a sharp thin sword.

She slashed her sword at the neck of a wolf, who tried to pounce on her husband.

The wolf fell to the ground with a deep wound, until its neck was almost broken.

The splash of wolf's blood littered her face, and her white dress.

The thin sword was unceasingly dripping with fresh blood.

"You!,"

Zeir said, looking in surprise at someone who suddenly appeared, and standing in front of him.

Turns out she was Ellen Marinson, Her unexpected action made the assassins glance at each other, and shudder in fear.

Ellen turned her antennae to Zeir while saying,

"What is my sin?, to have a husband like this!,"

Then Ellen raised Zeir's face, using the tip of her sword that she slipped under Zeir's chin.

"Quick-fast Seraaang!!"

Nervous remarks, one of the assassins, then they attacked Ellen, simultaneously.

Ellen dodged, and countered each attack with her agility, she even looked like someone dancing with her sword.

The fight continued fiercely, until, almost the entire herd of assassins lay on the ground.

"You reneged on the deal, Miss Marinson!, so don't blame us if you lose your life today!,"

Shouted one of them

Still with a swing of her sword, Ellen gave a slanted smile.

"It's dead, but it's still a lot of talk!,"

Ellen said, her face was now almost covered by the splash of werewolf blood, which lost its life in her hands.

The werewolf's exposure continued, leaving Ellen a little overwhelmed.

Time to use it that way!,

Inner Ellen.

Ellen leaped backwards, away from them, and the sword she held floated before her, and then miraculously doubled.

He pointed all the swords floating in the air, towards the remaining werewolves, and as a result they all died horribly, but Ellen still left one person.

"Say!, Who is your master?,"

Ellen asked, pointing her sword at the wolf man's neck that she had left behind.

"Sa-I don't know,"

Answer stammering.

"I'll spare your lives, if you want to say his name, say!, who ordered you?!,"

Ask Ellen again.

"Lt..,"

Not yet able to continue his words, the killer had already died, due to a mysterious little arrow, which suddenly stuck in his neck.

"Damn!,"

Ellen muttered, she no longer cared who sent the assassin for now, and the condition of her own body was also not possible, to chase after the offender who shot the arrow.

He walked up to Zeir who was now leaning weakly on a tree.

"Get your consciousness the third prince,"

Ellen said, she then aligned herself before Zeir, patting the cold little face of Zeir.

Ellen then stood up again, she set her foot near the chariot, then Ellen untied one of the horses, and took a robe in the carriage.

He approached Zeir again, put the warm robe on his body, and also hired Zeir to ride on the horse.

Ellen rode the horse, with Zeir leaning on her back.

"Why did you save me?,"

He muttered in a voice that trembled from the cold.

"Be quiet, quickly show your way to the palace,"

he paid no attention to Zeir's questions.

"Straight,"

Answer Zeir.

Ellen said, he started to race his horse.

Zeir obeyed Ellen, and wrapped his hands around her waist.

The two of them went to the werewolf palace, with a snowfall that was now beginning to fall.

He just wanted to see her tormented, but she was dying.

Inner Ellen.

Ellen was a person of deep thought, she would not be stuck with such a cheap plan.

If they manage to kill the third prince, then return Ellen to her world, then the mastermind of the murder will definitely accuse her, kill Prince Zeir, then escape to the human world.

then guess what will happen next?, Of course if this news is heard by King Hedes, the werewolf clan will blame the death of the three princes of Zeir, on the ordinary human clan, on the, and taking out all the lives in her world, that's what Ellen thought.

It had been two hours that they were tracing the snowy road, and finally arrived in front of the city gate.

Ellen spurred her horse towards the gatekeeper.

"Who are you?, and what is the purpose of getting into the capital?,"

Ask one of the gatekeepers there.

"I'm Ellen Marinson, take the Prince to the wounded Zeir, open the gate,"

Clearly Ellen, with her roar of breath blowing out cold air.

"Show me the plaque,"

Pinta them

Ellen took out her royal plaque, which she kept in her sleeve, and showed it to the two gatekeepers.

"Please forgive my negligence for not recognizing the princess, please come in,"

Say them, saluting, then open the gate.

Ellen returned to her horse, towards the palace which was in the middle of the city.

The arrival of Ellen, and Zeir who were covered in wounds, and blood attracted the attention of the people of the city, they wondered who the beautiful woman in black, and violet-eyed.

The werewolf clan, had only first seen someone in the capital, who had violet irises, as werewolf clans generally had brown irises

As for the Third Prince of Zeir, none of them, had ever seen the prince directly, either, so no one knew that Prince Zeir's likeness was very different from that of a werewolf in general.

Plus the head of Zeir, now leaning on Ellen's back, was covered in a cap from the robe, which she wore.

The pair of men had arrived before the palace gate, the gatekeeper who recognized the characteristics of the two of them, opened the gate.

Behind the palace gate, there were already servants lined up waiting for their arrival, as Zeir and Ellen started to enter into the palace territory, the waiters who were waiting, started to whisper, being surprised, seeing the situation of those who came without a horse carriage, and not even a bodyguard, who came with them.

"Welcome to the palace of the princess, and the third prince"

They said in unison, the servants were again surprised, upon seeing the arrival of Ellen, and Zeir who was filled with bloodstains.

Ellen simply responded to the reception by nodding her head.

"Help me lower the prince to three,"

Ellen said, but instead of immediately helping, the servants were busy, glancing at each other.

"You didn't hear?, I said, help bring the prince down to three from the horse,"

And Ellen again.

Then one of them came forward facing Ellen.

"forgive us princesses, we servants are forbidden to touch the third prince,"

Clearly, while being scared.

"What kind of ridiculous excuse is that!, Don't make me wait any longer, help quickly,"

Ellen thought they were outrageous, no matter if Prince Zeir was being bullied by his own brother, but why did the servants follow along as well?.

Seeing Ellen who was getting upset, they glanced at each other again.

"Pardon us princesses, but once again we are absolutely strictly forbidden to touch the third prince,"

Still spoken by the same servant.

"I am still strong enough to support my own body, Miss Marinson,"

The low-pitched voice came from Zeir, who was still leaning weakly behind Ellen's back.

He then removed his handrails from Ellen's slender waist, and jumped down from the horse, leaving Ellen shocked.

Prince Zeir, who was still heavily injured, could not even hold his own body, but jumped from the horse, causing him to endure the pain, then fell to the snow-covered ground.