Chapter <b>583 </b>We’ll Go Together
<b>Jean’s </b>heart slowly sank. She knew that her mother and brother were most likely in grave <b>danger</b><b>, </b>but <b>still</b><b>, </b><b>a </b><b>small </b>part of her clung to hope, hoping they were somehow okay.
Now, though, things seemed even worse than she had imagined.
Seeing the color drain from Jean’s face, Ludwig couldn’t help but try tofort her. “Don’t worry, I’ll find <b>a </b>way to check on them, confirm how they’re doing.”
“Take me with you,” Jean said, her lips pressed together, voice firm.
Ludwig’s lips curved into a smile.
He knew how unshakable she could be when it came to something like this, so he didn’t argue. Instead, he gave a soft nod and said gently, “Alright. We’ll go together.”
“Then now…” Jean turned slightly, ncing at the swarm of puppets gathered below the wall, “how do we get rid of them?”
“Getting back to the main hall through the corridor isn’t realistic,” Ludwig said calmly, his eyes cool as he analyzed the situation. “They’re fast, too fast. Even at my top speed, there’s a risk of getting caught.”
“So,” his eyes shifted as he turned to look behind them, “we need to escape in another direction.”
Jean followed his gaze. On the other side of the high wall shimmered a wide, ripplingke. Under the moonlight, its surface glinted with a cold, bottomless sheen.
On one side stood a ghostly army of puppets; on the other, the icy, silentke.
Considering the options, escaping across the water really did seem easier. If they could get out of the courtyard, cross theke, and circle back to the main hall through the front gate, it might just work.
Jean nodded. “Then let’s do that.”
But Ludwig looked her in the eyes and asked in a low voice, “We’ll have to jump into theke, can you handle it?”
Jean smiled slightly. “Of course I can. And even if I couldn’t, I know you’d drag me to shore. Theke’s not that big.”
Ludwig smiled too.
Without wasting another second, the two of them shared a look, then leapt over the wall in perfect sync. Themotion naturally caught the attention of the puppets inside.
But they couldn’t climb. No matter how badly they wanted to catch the two of them, all they could do was shuffle up to the base of the wall and pound at it with their fists–pointlessly.
Jean plunged into theke. The icy water seemed to pierce straight through her skin, rushing into her veins.
But she wasn’t too worried–Ludwig never let go of her hand, even underwater.
She stayed clear–headed; she wasn’t afraid of water to begin with, and with Ludwig there to help, she managed just fine.
<b>Before </b><b>long</b><b>, </b><b>the </b><b>two </b><b>of </b><b>them </b>climbed ashore. Though <b>their </b>clothes clung <b>to </b><b>their </b><b>skin </b><b>and </b><b>their </b><b>hair </b><b>dripped </b><b>with </b><b>water</b>, now wasn’t the time to care about that.
<b>Jean </b><b>and </b>Ludwig <b>gave </b>each other a quick nce, wiped the water from their faces, and immediately <b>started </b><b>toward </b>the main gate of the building.
“Abyssal Choir and Stormwoven might still be fighting in the hall,” Jean murmured, thinking of the <b>chaos </b>inside. <b>“</b>Sarah wants me dead too…”
At that, Ludwig’s brow arched slightly. “Then let’s not use the main entrance.”
“Our target is that basement. There might be another way in.”
As he spoke, Ludwig led Jean toward the side of the building. The two of them moved through the shadows, deliberately keeping their footsteps quiet in the dim light.
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