Just now, in a moment of carelessness, Breena Davey had almost been killed by Alex, which was
simply a great shame.
Burning anger surged up in her chest. When she heard Ynes Larkinâs question at this moment, she
only took it as false concern from the younger woman and immediately roared, âDo I need you to block
a sword for me? You think you can get me to let you go with such a trick? Impossible.â
Ynes wept, âMaster, I never thought of that. I caused Yorkshire Palaceâs reputation to be damaged, and
Iâve caused you to be ridiculed by your peers. I deserve to die, and I have no complaints.â
âIt had better be!â
The anger on Breenaâs face did not ease up in the slightest. She gave a violent wave of her hand.
The long sword that had pierced through Ynesâ thigh immediately pulled out and returned to Breenaâs
hands. Ynes, who couldnât bear the pain, screamed.
Her thigh had been forcefully gouged out, and there was a hole where blood gushed from.
Forget about the pain Ynes was in. Even Alex and Hermione Yggdrasil could practically feel the pain
Ynes was in just looking at her.
Breena held the long sword in her hand, her eyes chillingly cold. âYnes Larkin, the harm you have
caused Yorkshire Palace will not be appeased even if you had a hundred lives. For the sake of the
master-disciple relationship between us, I will be quick about taking your head. I will send it to Sun
Shrine to resolve the anger it caused them during this time. Everything has been your own fault. Once
everything is resolved, I will sew up your head back on your body and find a good place to bury you,
something I consider as giving you a good end.â
Ynes trembled. Of course, she was also afraid of dying.
Moreover, the thought of having her head chopped off sent a chill up her spine.
Alex furrowed his brows. âYouâre still her master. Donât you think itâs a little too cruel? I can tell you that
this entire matter is a misunderstanding. Your disciple did not keep a man in the forbidden area, and I
have not slept with her, nor do we have children. All are rumors. You havenât even checked the truth,
yet youâve already made your decision?â
Breena snorted coldly. âThere is no need. The news has spread, and the world will only think that the
holy maiden of Yorkshire Palace is tainted. Any more explanations will only be in vain. Only death and
blood will clear the reputation of Yorkshire Palace. When she dies, you will not be able to escape
either.â
Once Breena was done speaking, she aimed her long sword at Ynesâ neck.
Ynes trembled violently, her face pale, and her eyes were closed in fear. She had already resigned
herself to her fate.
This life had been given to her by her master anyway, or she wouldâve probably frozen to death when
she was an infant.
Clang!
In the end, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared. A golden lance violently intercepted halfway,
forcefully blocking off Breenaâs sword.
The lance was Athenaâs weapon, and she was from the divine tribe. Being one of the twelve main gods
of Olympus, and although it was only a legend, it was still extraordinary. Plus, he had used this lance to
break the sword of the grand elder, Melanie Zeldaâs sword, and he had full confidence in the weapon.
However, Breenaâs sword was also not some average blade. That one blow was enough to prove that
both weapons were evenly matched.
But Ynes was saved.
Hermione puffed out her cheeks. âSir, theyâre turning on each other. Why would you bother saving
her?â
Alex waved his hand dismissively. âI have my own reasons. Go on ahead first. Iâll come to you later.â
Hermione gave a sound of agreement, then ran around Breeena and out of the house.
Ynes turned to Alex, angrily yapping, âI donât need you to save my life! Everything is because of you!â
Alex shook his head. âDo you still not see? Your master is not blaming you for harboring a man but for
disrupting the reputation of Yorkshire Palace, even though she can clearly see that youâve been falsely
accused. Donât worry. Rest assured, you will benefit once you leave your master.â