Chapter 21: Escape

(Jeanne's POV)

"Dear Lord, I beg of you. Please protect Mael. Guide him to the very end and always support him!"

In the darkest part of the dungeon, my heart was begging nothing but forgiveness and support for my beloved husband, Mael.

"Oi, Oi! Look, this bit*h witch is faking again!"

"I already knew that she is just a wretch bedding with her lover! Oi witch, if you don't mind, I can also be your temporary lover~. Let me ogle those bombs on your chest!"

It was just another day guards mocking my chastity and innocence which I promptly ignored. This kind of humiliation was already normal for me. Accused of being a witch or magician or having disgusting relationships with many men was something I was getting used to.

They were just a bunch of non-believers and followers of 'evil' devils.

However, in my heart, there was only one person, Mael.

He would probably be locked in a similar chamber or getting tortured! And I am sure that he was thinking the same and also praying for my safety.

"Don't worry Mael. We will unite and live life but in meantime, believe in me and believe in people who are supporting and love you." With tears falling from my eyes, I begged nothing but to ask forgiveness and support for my beloved.

I was not a maiden or a saint but a sinner who had hidden and deceived him many times. I always kept him in dark and continuously hurt him but Mael always forgave me and never raised his anger on me no matter how selfish I might be.

"Mael… Just this once…"

In the end, my tears and my prayers were all for him.

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(Mael's POV)

I sometimes wonder why this tragedy is being forced into my life.

Not world dominance, not building Business Empire, or making a harem of 100 women but to live a simple life with Jeanne was all I wanted.

How hard do you think this could have been?

Even though we were living in warring times and even if the British army somehow takes over France, it was not like they were gonna kill every French in the country.

Whoever the new king might be, he would be a hundred times better than the coward Charles VII who stabbed the very person who helped him to sit on his throne.

"Huff* I will kill him!"

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself to stand but I couldn't even move a muscle.

Traces of whips, dark red bruises dried with blood, and some broken ribs, I felt so pathetic that I just want to kill myself.

I was locked in solitary confinement of a Burgdandian town. If not for my worth due to being close to Jeanne and my trial or my handsome and mind-blowing charming looks, I would have been executed or tortured to death.

How much time had passed, I had no idea but it would probably 1 or 2 months. Every twice a week guards used to come and torture me to make a statement about Jeanne being a witch. I was only allowed to eat twice a day with one loaf of molded bread.

That was my treatment in my own country.

However, I was not just idling here and doing nothing.

I had bribed a guard who was keeping me informed about outside affairs. I heard that Burgdandians sold Jeanne to Britain for a higher bid and was then being interrogated by English officials in their custody.

It was the sole alarming situation that I was also trying to dig a hole to escape from here but it was not nearly as done.

Anyway, after few minutes, my stamina got replenished and I was able to stand on my feet.

"Time for a little workout."

I then decided to do some pushups. I realized that my stamina recovery speed had been increased where it only takes few minutes for me to stand on my ground. My heeling speed was also getting better but my torn muscles were still sore which made me unable to move much.

I was in the middle of my workout when the gate opened and a guard tossed a loaf of bread.

I gave up on workout and picked the bread to replenish my energy.

However, against my expectation, the bread was not moldy as before but instead a fresh one. I thought something was weird and took a bite.

And my guess was right as I found a piece of paper hidden in the bread.

[Sir Mael, please do as I say. Your treatment will get better for you to be sold. Eat better and gather your strength. When the day of the sale comes, you will make your escape. I am one of the guards of your confinement. May God keeps you safe.]

From just handwriting, I immediately identified the person. It was Robbie. He was one of the king's dogs, also involved in the betrayal.

It was hard to believe as to whether to trust those betrayers or not but I had no other choice.

So for the next few weeks, I prepared myself for the escape and gather enough strength to make a quick run.

"Get up!" Two guards entered my room and cuffed my hands.

When I came outside, I found two other guards whose faces were hidden. However, I immediately recognized one of them due to their heights.

He was Robbie in disguise. Can't believe he was using the same tactic I taught him once. In previous wars, I used to disguise and infiltrate enemy settlements with him. So he was well aware of this method to infiltrate.

Two guards were walking in front of me with one holding the chain tied to my cuff while Robbie was bedsides I and another guard was behind us.

Just after few minutes of walking and waiting for them to relax, I and Robbie looked at each other and nodded.

I then jumped forward, wrapped my cuffed arms around the guard's neck, and twisted his head.

Crack*

With the noise of crack, I seal the deal.

"You bastard! Khuh…" The guard beside the one I killed, was about to unsheathe his sword when a sword pierced his chest. He didn't even get the chance to look bind for the perpetrator before his eyes lost light.

"Y-y-y-you… who are you?!"

The guard behind turned pale as within a span of few seconds, his two colleagues were killed.

Before he could fall back further and took any action, I jumped and kicked him in the stomach.

"Aaaa!"

He screamed and groaned holding his stomach on the ground when I calmly walked towards him and put my foot on his neck and shot a death glare in his eyes.

"Please show me mercy-"

Crack*

I slammed his neck and end the deal. I was not a merciless bastard but I can't forgive him for slandering Jeanne all the time.

"You have got some nerve coming to help me." I looked at Robbie who silently unlocked the handcuffs.

"Sir Mael, you can take my sword and behead me. I don't want to live a cowardly life. I didn't want to live in regret." He bent down and offered me his sword.

"Save it. Help me get out of here."

I sighed and forgave him. I knew he was an honest man but when you serve a cowardly king then there is nothing you can do except abiding their orders.

I then equipped myself with a sword, bow, and some arrows.

After a while, we safely made our exit from the town before ending up in a forest.

On the way, Robbie also informed me about the situation in Paris. There, Jeanne was being interrogated and would likely be executed as Britain was determined to punish her.

"Sir Mael, you should listen to the king. He had no choice but to take that action!" While running towards the nearest spot where Robbie had kept his horse for escape, he told me about the king.

Apparently, King Charles was silently backing Robbie to help me save Jeanne. But question was, why was he doing this?

"It is because-"

Boom*

Before he could say anything, his head exploded into chunks of meat.

!!!

I didn't know who the enemy was but I immediately leaped leftward to dodge the same attack but luck was not on my side as the energy bomb hit my right hand.

"Aaargh!!" I groaned in pain. My whole arm was burned whereas the bones of my forearm were shattered.

Since when did humans can use bombs in this era?!

My question was soon answered as I looked behind and saw two humans with bat wings in the air. No, they weren't humans, they were devils!

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