Chapter 17- Sucessful

Shelly might have underestimated these special forces who are responsible for guarding the church.

Her mask was slightly cracked, her breathing unnatural, and her body trembling slightly. She didn't need a diagnosis to tell that a few of her ribs had cracked and she was bleeding actively from a few wounds.

She was surrounded by four guards. Three were unconscious, thanks to the recent training she has been receiving and the assistance devices she received from the young master before coming here.

"You are not a human, are you? I can tell just by the magic you are radiating." Those words from the man caused her eyes to widen in shock.

She made sure to cover her ears to not give away her identity as an elf. And recently, she has gotten a hold of her magic to not let it leak unintentionally.

'Did the fluctuation of emotions cause it?' Although Shelly has gone through training to suppress her magic to the point she couldn't be differentiated from an average human, sometimes, one's emotional wavelength directly affects their magic flow.

Shelly's eyes turned sharp as she saw the man on her left moving sideways while holding a knife in a reverse grip.

The person behind her was agile on his feet so any intention of escaping was long thrown out of the window.

And the captain of this small team was excessively strong for her. She had already exchanged a few blows, and her shaky bones screamed at her not to attempt it again.

"Okay, girly, I will give you a chance to live. Surrender now and come with me."

Shelly scowled hearing those words as she muttered, "So you can make me a power supplier like you do with every other elf you come across?"

The man chuckled, "You think I will feel guilty if you say it like that? Elves are nothing but a power source. They are not as smart as us, not as strong as dragons or demons, so what could they do to benefit the world? Naturally, be a battery-" The man halted as Shelly lost her self-control and lunged at him while holding her short sword.

The man ducked under the slash before he delivered a punch into the gut of the frail girl.

"GUH!"

Spit rained down from her mouth as Shelly crumbled down, finding her vision darkening.

Despite how much she hated these men and every church member, she couldn't do anything about it because of her weak and pathetic self.

The chief signaled toward the man to take the girl.

The said person nodded before he sheathed his dagger and advanced toward the girl—only to freeze at his spot and not so long after,

*DHAK*

The man fell to the ground, unmoving.

The remaining three were alerted of an ambusher around them, and they began looking around. They took out their guns—which they hadn't been using since they wanted to take the elf back alive—as they vigilantly searched for the assailant.

"Who is there?" The chief questioned, as he pointed his gun in a random direction—only to find something coming rushing his way. But it wasn't a living being—

*SQUELCH*

--but a knife.

The remaining two were rooted at their spots upon seeing their senior crumbling to the ground, a long knife handle protruding from his head.

Shelly raised her eyes, and upon finding the opportunity, she took the gun from the nearby fallen man before firing it with great precision.

*THWACK* *THWACK*

The last two men also fell to the ground, lifeless and gone.

Shelly heaved a sigh as she heard a familiar voice, "When did you learn marksmanship?"

The person sitting on the tree asked her.

Shelly looked at the eldest heir before respectfully responding, "Recently, young master."

She looked around before hesitantly asking, "Umm…where is young master Carlisle?"

Victor pointed behind her before Shelly turned around, and instantly, her eyes widened when she saw a familiar boy carrying a small, frail girl in his arms.

The gun fell from her hand, as she saw her.

The same hair, the same face…she looked exactly like how she last saw her. If anything, she seemed weaker.

Tears welled up in her eyes, as Shelly slowly muttered, "E-Eve…" She knew the other person wouldn't respond since she was unconscious; however, at the moment, her mind was not in a state to make sense.

She limply approached her sister, her vision blurry because of tears.

Carlisle remained standing at his spot, firmly holding the feather-weighted girl in his arms.

Shelly touched her sister and made sure that she wasn't imagining things.

The same person whom she thought she would never see again. When she felt hopeless and wanted to give up, she was the only person who scolded her and encouraged her to keep moving.

When she lost all her hopes of seeing her again…

"Eve…" She called out again, tears continuously rolling down her eyes.

A smile bloomed on her face as Shelly closed her eyes, and instantly, she fainted.

"Ah!" Carlisle barely held her from falling as he glanced at his brother.

Victor appeared beside them before he said, "You might mind if I carry Shelly, so let me hold the older one." Saying so, Victor took Eve from her brother.

Carlisle rolled his eyes as he picked Shelly in a bridal carry.

Apparently, it was rumored that the youngest master of the Ravenshade family had become quite close to a certain girl.

Carlisle didn't respond to the teasing of his elder brother and advanced toward their vehicle.

Carlisle's first mission was a success.

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[At the same time]

[Ravenshade main house]

*KNOCK*

Hearing the knock, Elion Ravenshade clicked the switch under his table before the door was unlocked.

The person stepped inside. It was a young man wearing a black suit and a crest of the clan on his left breast pocket.

He was on the Seven Hounds of the family—seven generals who only take orders from Elion and are the best in their fields. They are specially trained and recruited by the patriarch himself.

Under normal circumstances, these Seven Hounds handle the area that falls under their jurisdiction. However, Elion had urgent work, so he called one of the closest hounds.

"What is it, Blake?" The patriarch asked, a frown marring his face.

"They left the site. Returning to the mansion, sir."

Hearing the news Elion heaved a breath in relief before nodding toward the General,

"Good work, Blake, you may go now."

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