Chapter 49: Race to the Rescue
◎Uh, where is this, who am I, and what am I doing?◎
Consciousness surfaced again, and Melia suddenly opened her eyes.
Phew~ I'm back. Let me see what time it is...
She looked carefully and saw, "Oh my god, that guy has run to the pillar again. It's urgent!"
"Stop him--" The high-pitched scream pierced the eardrums, and the slave shuddered all over and looked back in disbelief.
At this moment of distraction, a huge force came from behind.
Click.
His spine cracked with a teeth-grinding sound, and he rolled unwillingly onto the carpet and fainted.
"What does he want to do?" Elena withdrew her hand and raised an eyebrow at Melia. She had been standing on the outside, on guard against assassination, and she had never expected to encounter such a thing.
"Ha~ It's okay, it's okay, it's okay for now..." It's the real Elena, how great.
Melia's heart relaxed, and she took a few unsteady steps, almost falling to the ground.
Hearing the young lady's cry, Taffi dropped her weapon and rushed over from a distance, but was unfortunately stopped halfway by the diligent guards. By the time she finally passed the inspection, everyone had withdrawn from the corridor.
Marcus looked gloomily at the overly lush sea of flowers at the top. Petals of various kinds piled up into a hill. If the tulle curtain used to cover it was pulled aside, even a fool could see that it was heavy enough to kill people.
"Who cleaned up here?"
There is a blind spot above the head. This banquet was held to entertain Greek guests.
Antonio had just been standing under the canopy. If anything had happened, as the person in charge of the banquet, he would have been in big trouble. Who on earth would have dared to harm him?
The slaves knelt obediently before him, while the guards began to clean the flower stand: the tampering on the pillars was obvious, and the broken ends that had been smashed in advance were pointed out on the spot and thrown aside.
In the presence of several nobles qualified to act as notaries, they first swept down the topmost piles of flowers and finally removed the pillars.
By the time everything was cleaned up, the sun was already setting.
Except for Marcus who was supervising the work, the other nobles were lying on the couch playing chess out of boredom. Thanks to the prince and Antonio, at least no one was clamoring to go home.
The petals were swept into a pile again. There might be something other than flowers mixed in it. The powder would choke the nose, and it would solidify with the petals and become heavy and hard, but that was not known to outsiders.
Marcus took a deep breath, and his personal slave wiped the sweat from his face and arms with a wet cloth.
"Everyone, please leave the things here to me. Hunting in the evening has its own unique flavor."
What? We still have to go hunting? Melia raised her head from the barbecue, holding a fresh grilled wing in her mouth.
She thought she could go home directly after the investigation, so she devoured an apple, two pork pies, and three large plates of roast pork belly. If she had gone back, wouldn't her stomach have burst?
The nobles who were lying or sitting around stood up one after another, calling their friends and asking the slaves to lead the horses over.
Each of them had a hunter and a bow, waiting for Marcus to say this. It was just an assassination, after all. Not a single Greek died.
Only Melia was still sucking on a chicken wing, shaking her head with regret. "Oh, what a shame I didn't ride here..." Hehe, all the snacks on the table are mine. I'll ask if I can pack them up and take them back to feed Miranda and the others.
Just as I was thinking about it, my eyes suddenly froze: two tall figures were riding horses past one after the other.
Elena's white horse was in front, and Antonio's black horse was close behind. They looked a perfect match, with only a circle of shining roses missing.
With a plop, the chicken wings fell onto the table.
"Taffy~ I remember we had horses in our carriage~"
"Yes, miss." Taffy put down the cut fruit and trotted away.
Ahem, as a kind-hearted time traveler who knows the future plot well, how can I let the hero and heroine come back... and go down the wrong path again!
Melia stood up and walked towards the forest with the crowd.
Hey~ Who told Elena to be so kind to me, willing to risk her life to save me? People should always be grateful and repay kindness~
"Meliya." Marcus waved and chased after her: "You can use my horse. Thank you so much before."
There was no reason to refuse the First Heir's request. Besides, Marcus's horse must be excellent. Melia agreed repeatedly, "Thank you very much. Which horse is it, Your Highness?"
She followed Marcus's gaze toward the edge of the woods.
This was Caesar's favorite hunting ground, and all the royal family members' horses had their own stables. From left to right, there's a white horse, a white horse, a spotted horse, a brown horse, a bay horse... Wait, is that a bay horse?!
A truly majestic horse, more than half a body length taller than its siblings, stood in the middle, chewing its hay leisurely. As if aware of being watched, it snorted disdainfully at Melia.
"Your Highness..."
"Yes, that's the one. What do you think, isn't the Spear of Zeus handsome? It's a good horse just sent by Greece, and I haven't had time to change its name yet." Marcus walked over and patted his back proudly, signaling the slave to quickly carry Melia on his back and sit on it.
Isn't Zeus's spear lightning? Isn't this horse silver-white?
Melia's feet staggered, and the strong slaves lifted her legs one on each side and carried her onto the horse in the posture of lifting a statue.
"Wait, Your Highness, wait... there might be an assassin!" She hugged the horse's neck tremblingly. This horse was looking at people with contempt and lifting its hooves!
Marcus smiled gently. "Don't worry, the traps are gone. There's no way there's an assassin left. Even the most powerful assassin can't catch up to the Spear of Zeus. She's a good girl, and she runs as fast as lightning."
You're so short-sighted! Melia lowered her head, trying to find an excuse to climb down, but the horse had no saddle or stirrups! The good news was that the enemy couldn't place ice spikes under the saddle, but the bad news was that her legs were completely dangling in the air, and she could fall off and roll into a spiral at any moment.
It's so funny, there's no need for an assassin.
"No, no, no, I mean they will be in...Zhou Zhou Zhou Ehhhh?!" Melia was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly felt her body floating in the air.
Whoosh—Zeus's spear slashed past the fence, streaking into the forest like real lightning. As expected, no one could catch up to the angry horse, and the air was filled with Melia's fragmented screams.
"...Could it be that an assassin really did something to it?" Marcus turned around in shock, and the slaves all lowered their heads.
His most loyal supporter bravely comforted her, "No, we've already checked. Melia is lucky, she won't fall."
Marcus nodded in conviction: If she accidentally fell to death, it would be a piece of cake to investigate with the people who attacked the flower stand.
…
"Help, help, help me—"
The shrill screams came from far away and got closer. Elena turned around quickly: It was strange, although she couldn't tell who was screaming, she inexplicably felt that it was some unlucky guy.
Sure enough, the chestnut horse charged forward with overwhelming force, its hooves kicking up dust and its clattering sounds deafening. The rider clutched his neck tightly, his hair flying in all directions in the wind.
If he were to fall to the ground due to a bump, his neck would probably break into pieces.
Elena drove the white horse and ran towards her along the tangent.
strangeness.
As they got closer, she frowned slightly. This guy's riding skills are pretty good. He didn't even fall off like that? Is he holding on tightly?
Clang clang clang clang...
Melia pressed her head against the horse, feeling as if she was about to turn into a pool of liquid.
Damn Marcus, you're even more of an assassin than any assassin! Other assassins would give them a chance to regret, but you gave them a chance to rewind right away! She fell to her death three times, three times! THREE TIMES!!!
Fortunately, there was a long period of free riding before each death. She mastered the behavior pattern of this violent horse and was able to control the situation temporarily.
[Someone come and save me——]
She closed her eyes in despair: at first she could still see Taffy catching up with her, but the horse at home was not fast enough, and this unbridled horse king left the others behind and disappeared.
Oh, I should have just died on the ground...
"Hey, can you hear me?"
Well? !
Seeing Melia's shaking arms, Elena quickly reminded: "Don't let go, wait for me to move!" As soon as the words fell, the girl opposite hurriedly hugged the horse's neck, like a pitiful kitten.
Huh~ But if we say we need to save him, how should we do it?
She had a bow and arrow, and a single shot could have stopped the galloping horse, but the rider would have been thrown to pieces. The best approach would have been to catch up, keep pace, and find a chance to pull Melia back... but the little white horse was far from fast enough.
Now he was able to barely catch up with Melia, all thanks to Melia's own magical riding skills: the horse was very uncomfortable because of the neck she had tightened, and it ran in a zigzag pattern, which greatly lengthened the distance.
What to do, risk attacking the horse? Stun it the moment you get close, then pull Melia back?
In the moment of hesitation, the Spear of Zeus shot out again and was about to rush into the forest.
Once in the dense forest, a poor rider would be quickly killed by his horse against a tree. Even if Zeus himself came, he could only chop Melia and her horse into ashes.
Take the risk!
Elena clenched her fists, and fine scales began to appear near her wrists. The little white horse sensed the rider's strong will and rushed forward in a straight line.
Its limit was soon reached, and the next intersection brought them together again... The two horses were still several feet apart, and it was impossible for them to run parallel.
Fortunately, its owner does not need parallelism.
Whoosh~ The wingspan tore through the wind, Elena broke through the air and leaped forward on horseback.
Melia was desperately tightening her arms, considering the possibility of strangling the wild horse, when suddenly there was a heavy thumping sound behind her. Then, a warm hand rested on her cold arm: "Okay, you can let go."
"Woo." She quickly let go of her hand and was knocked into Elena's chest by inertia.
“…Don’t cry, it can’t get rid of me.” Elena lowered her head and found that the girl in her arms was not crying, but closed her eyes tiredly and at ease.
Even the way it curls up looks like a kitten.
Oh, don't worry, it will be quick.
The chestnut horse had already rushed into the dense forest. Elena tightened her arms steadily, and the horse finally began to slow down: there were two people on its back, and the rider who exerted the force was also very strong.
Its pace gradually slowed down, and as it ran, a clear stream appeared in front of it.
"Stop!" Elena gave the stop signal at the right time, and the Spear of Zeus returned to normal, stopping in front of the river. It lowered its head and drank water as if it had nothing to do, as if it was not the bad horse that almost fell to its death.
Elena jumped off the horse holding Melia. When she looked down, she found that the little girl was almost asleep. She shook her quickly and said, "Get up quickly. You can ride my horse back."
"Hmm...Okay?" Melia rubbed her eyes and leaned towards Elena sweetly. The dead end just now had frightened her and her heart was pounding, but now it finally came to fruition.
Elena didn't respond and patted her back. It took her several seconds to come to her senses: "What are you sticking to?" Her tone was much softer than usual, and her cheeks were slightly hot.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to care about me so much~"
"Tsk, you rushed here on horseback yourself."
A faint fragrance reached her nose, and Elena wanted to reach out and push Melia away. This action was not difficult at all. If it were her old self, she would have stepped on her and stabbed her.
But now my heart is at peace and I want to continue hugging.
Never mind, this guy must have been scared anyway, so I'll just consider it as a way to repay her for her previous help...
Elena's smile froze on her face before it could bloom. Across the river stood a man with an embarrassed look on his face: Antonio.
Melia was no less impressive. As soon as she looked out, she saw Taffy charging towards her on horseback, and the colorful expression on her face.
Uh, where is this, who am I, and what am I doing?
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