Duke's wife

Chapter 127

The Duke of Alberton pulled Grace away with a look of impatience and madness, and shouted to Belial.

"Belial! Cast the Block Spell Again!"

"Not right now! I even scraped off the magic power of the main body to perform the ritual! It takes time to recover!"

"Bloody hell! I've taken so far, and it's useless!"

At Belial's words, the Duke of Alberton cursed and burst into a rage. It lasted only a few minutes before the blocking spell was broken, and they didn't know that Duke Felix would find them in the meantime.

'Damn, damn it!'

The Duke of Alberton uttered all kinds of vulgar insults in his heart, and hurriedly sought a way out of the situation.

Against the clever Duke Felix and his knights, he, Belial, and Marianne lacked the magic and the power of his knights. Moreover, there was an old emperor and empress who were a burden rather than a help.

'If only there had been Count Rosh or Sir Tristan in place of those useless old men, it would have been easier for them to escape! ...... No, if the prince had just stabbed the sacrifice in the heart quickly, this wouldn't have happened!'

If that had been the case, the prince would have been freed from the curse immediately, and Duke Felix, to whom Grace and her life were linked, would have died, and they would not have been hunted down as they are now.

The Duke of Alberton glared at the Prince, who had ruined his perfect plan. It couldn't end like this. Never. Then the Duke of Alberton had a sinister idea.

'Yes, you can do that!'

The Duke of Alberton turned to Belial and asked.

"Belial, do you really need the prince to plunge his sword into the heart of the sacrifice himself? Come to think of it, no matter what the method is, all you have to do is let the blood of the sacrifice spill out on the crown prince's body. Isn't it?"

"...... Well, that's right."

"So, you mean I can stab you in the heart of the sacrifice?"

At the Duke of Alberton's words, everyone's eyes lit up except Owen and Grace. The Duke of Alberton turned to the Emperor and Empress, and his own wife and daughter, and exclaimed:

"Your Majesty, Empress! Stand His Royal Highness the Prince close in front of the offering! And Regina, Marianne! They take hold of the sacrificial arm!"

"I see!"

"Understood, Father!"

At the direction of the Duke of Alberton, the Emperor and Empress, the Duchess of Alberton and Marianne quickly acted as he had said.

Grace struggled to break free from the grip on her, but she was soon stiffened by the chill of the blade on her back.

Grace looked back at the Emperor and Empress, who had captured the Prince, and then to her mother and sister, who had captured her, before finally turning to the Duke of Alberton, who had his sword at his back.

"Killing me won't make a difference, will it? The capital has already been taken by my husband, and the Imperial Nobles have been crushed and subjugated by my husband's Knights, so even if the Crown Prince is relieved of the curse, he will never be able to enjoy the same power again!"

"Yes, I suppose so. But it doesn't matter."

"...... What?"

The Duke of Alberton giggled wickedly in response to Grace's remarks.