Lucy Wickshire 154 Chapter Nineteen 9

"Raine!" Lady Teel exclaimed. Ria was faster, positioning herself in front of Queen Raine. The n.o.blemen stiffened and the ladies shrieked as Ria's body tore in two and fell in opposite directions. Her body had been vertically sliced, clean in the middle. This happened so fast, Queen Raine was stuck in place. Looking at Ria's dead form, her eyes reddened and anger overwhelmed her.

Lady Teel was in front of her the next second. She swung her hands making an arc before her, causing the air to crackle. The shadows were repelled for a while.

"Lord Hane! You intend to kill my family because your son wanted to save an adulterer? Was he one of her lovers that he cared not for his family's reputation?" Lady Teel voice reverberated across the entire arena. Yes, they were all thinking the same thing. Why would his son appear and save such a woman? Her words of scorn indicated that she knew the other Ancients were here and watching from the crowd. They would be judging you, were the words she was trying to pa.s.s along to Lord Hane.

Lady Steinhouse saw her uncle stiff expression and fear gripped her. These were the Ligrel clan's enemy and they wished to have her new aunt killed. The dangerous nature of this situation dawned on her.

Lord Hane cared not about her insinuations and raised his hand, manifesting a black spear the shape of a thorn and threw. The spear cracked through Lady Teel's s.h.i.+eld and pierced right through her, coming out the other side. Lady Teel fell to the ground and was immediately surrounded by a black hallo.

"Impressive. The Teel family second life skill. It can grant anyone a second life." a fascinated Lord Haine said.

Silence hugged the arena. It took a second for Queen Raine to realise what was happening. Before the king could draw her to his side, Lady Steinhouse had enveloped her in a hug.

"Enough!" Lady Steinhouse said and Lord Hane raised his hand for the shadows to retreat. He recognised her. She was the last heir to the Ligrel clan. If he attacked, a war would break loose. If he did not, he would look lower than the Ligrel clan. He handed his son who had started to wake to a man that appeared behind him and his eyes descended into a frown.

"Lady Steinhouse, I'd presume." Lord Hane said. "Does the Ligrel clan intend to interfere in this?"

"Do you intend to kill the queen? The ancients are now looking down upon the first rate kingdoms?" Lady Steinhouse responded.

"Step aside or I will kill you to get to her." Lord Hane threatened.

"Do you think I'm dead or what?" Protector Klienn's form manifested behind Lady Steinhouse.

Lord Hane paused. Protector Klienn was someone he could not fight. Every one knew that the chiefs of the different ancients were not as powerful as the protectors of their clans. He too, came to the capital with three protectors much stronger than he. Still, this would not end well, but he had no intention of backing out. He had to kill that queen or else he would become a laughing stock.

"You want an all out fight here, Klienn? You will loose and you know that." he said.

"Move when you are told!" a young man appeared beside Lord Hane and growled, producing another dark spear from thin air and throwing it at Lady Steinhouse. Many thought Protector Klienn would move, but he did nothing. When the spear reached a radius around the entire stand, one could feel a delicate s.h.i.+eld break. The spear did not stop, but as it almost touched Lady Steinhouse, a hand manifested and grabbed it in place. Slowly, a figure of a monk could be seen. Like so, seven more monks dressed in brown garbs appeared. The eyes of Lord Hane shrunk. The monk turned the spear and threw it back at the young man. The spear was swift, stabbing through him and shattering as it came out from the other side.

"Lint!" Lord Hane called after his second son.

The monks drew their prayer beads and slashed through the air, causing a buzzing sound to slice through the arena. The shadows hanging in the sky, shrieked and fell, revealing about thirty men. The smell of their burning flesh filled the air as they wailed and slowly burnt away. When they were all gone, the monks disappeared.