Long live the Villainess

#5-Kallias of Esmeray

"Oh man, we are in trouble!"

Erveyn taps nervously on the ground with the back of his boot, running his hand through his hair.

"What did you even think!" I scream before lowering my voice.

The young prince is eating quietly the onion soup I clumsily made in Gray's living room, who thankfully went away for a mission.

"Kidnapping a child? A prince, nonetheless! Are you unconscious or completely stupid!" I whisper aggressively.

He stays silent, looking at the floor.

I bite my nail and continue to observe the Prince. "We still have some time before the knights pick up our traces..."

"I don't think so," interrupts Erveyn.

I freeze and slowly turn around to watch his dark expression. "What do you mean by that?"

"I was only hired to escort him from Drábek to an unknown destination. I didn't even know the identity of the boy! I thought it was a random noble child."

An uneasy feeling knots my stomach hearing his detachment. In the mercenary world, as long as you didn't harm a child physically, you don't risk any repercussions from the community.

"In other words, he might have been kidnapped for a long time. They could arrive at any moment!"

SLAM!

The door breaks open.

"Erveyn!"

Gray's son understands me and jumps immediately out of the window, breaking the glass on the way.

I jump on the Prince. He gasps and falls to the floor as I cover him, ignoring the soup spilled on my back.

"Put your hands behind your head!" yells a thunderous voice.

I don't listen to him and blindly kick his arm. I hear the whistle of the blade falling. I twist my arm off the boy's head and grab the sword before it reaches the ground.

I push the previous kid into the corner of the room and position myself in front of a menacing knight, his armor drenched in blood.

I feel a shiver run down my spine. This is definitely not one of the warriors I encountered earlier. This is an entirely different level. A level that I am far from.

I clench my fingers even more tightly and calm my shaky breath.

It's impossible to know if he is a real soldier or not. I can only try to protect his Highness's life until help comes.

I decide to attack first. Even without his sword, the knight is stronger and heavier than me. I can only count on my speed and agility.

I prepare to hit on the right before diving for his feet. He pivots and kicks me in the ribs. I partially manage to block the attack with my elbow.

The pain rings in my arm, but I ignore it and bite my tongue.

I jump back on my feet and swing for his left arm, where a small crack in his metal clothes shows itself.

I hit the weak point, but I feel something lifting me. Before I know it, he makes me flip. The heavy weight of the sword makes his tactic easier.

My back hits violently the ground. A gasp escapes my lips as my vision becomes blurry for a second.

'Please make Erveyn hurry up.'

I won't be able to resist much longer. I reach out for my katars and throw two of them in his direction. He turns around to dodge them.