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    Katelyn’s quick shove made Vincent instinctively shift to the left, narrowly dodging the de aimed at him. Katelyn locked her gaze on the attacker dressed in ck who had suddenly appeared. His distinctive green eyes immediately gave him away.


    This time, he wielded a long de instead of a firearm.


    “It’s him!” Katelyn shouted.


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    No one responded as both Vincent and Jaxen sprang into action.


    This man had slipped through their grasp twice, and they were determined not to let it happen again. The attacker gripped his knife tightly, dering in broken speech, “Anyone who insults or harms the princess must meet their end.”


    Despite the size of the de, it seemed to move fluidly in his hands. Vincent and Jaxen, unarmed, were at a clear disadvantage. They managed to evade his strikes, but counterattacking was impossible with the knife’s threat looming over them.


    “You will all die!” he snarled.


    His rage intensified, and his strikes became more vicious. From the sidelines, Katelyn searched desperately for something to use.


    She spotted a fire extinguisher at her feet, grabbed it immediately, and threw it at the assant.


    “Duck!” shemanded.


    Vincent and Jaxen instantly lowered their heads.


    The fire extinguisher came at the man’s face but was swiftly cut through by his de. The dispersing gas choked him, and a thick white fog enveloped him.


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    Seizing the opportunity, Vincent and Jaxen moved quickly. They advanced,nding powerful kicks to the man’s abdomen, sending him crashing against the wall.


    He winced in agony as the knife ttered to the floor. Before he could attempt to rise, Vincent was upon him, kicking the de aside and drawing a handgun from his pocket. He pressed it firmly against the man’s forehead.


    “I’ll kill you if you make a move.”


    The man, previously poised to resist, immediately subdued himself. Seizing the opportunity, Jaxen swiftly removed the mask concealing the man’s face, revealing striking features marred by a scar on his right cheek. Though not deep, the scar detracted from his otherwise appealing appearance.


    Crucially, this face closely matched theposite sketch Jaxen had created. Thrilled, Jaxen eximed, “It’s definitely him!”


    Even in his disadvantaged state, the man in ck clenched his teeth and maintained his defiance.


    “Direct your grievances at me. Spare the princess any harm.”


    Katelyn approached, locking eyes with him. “Do you value the princess’s life above your own?”


    He responded firmly, “My sole duty is to protect the princess. Should any harm befall her, I am prepared to face death many times over.”


    Katelyn found herself unexpectedly impressed. Despite his earlier attempts on her life, his unwavering loyalty to Elora was notable, even admirable—reflecting the same dedication that all her bodyguards seemed to possess.


    “Let’s take him back. We have the leverage we need,” Jaxen said, stretching with anticipation. He was eager to explore the highly prized castle and uncover the secrets it concealed.


    Just then, Breck intercepted them. “You can take him, but why must you? Elora is deeply attached to him. Anything that harms him will distress her even further.”


    Vincent responded coldly, “That’s none of your business.”


    A fierce resolve lit up the ck-d man’s eyes. Without warning, he violently bit down on his tongue. Katelyn inhaled sharply and shouted, “Stop him!”


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