The Tyrant's Pet

Chapter 916  Yours, you say?

That was it.

Miguel's eyes fell on the hole a step before him. Giselle's ability was associated with gravity. She could control it as much as she pleased and by that. She could concentrate on the gravity in one place, just like what she did now.

It was a tricky ability, something only Giselle could control.

"Damn it!" Marsella shoved Morro away. "Why did you — fuck you, Giselle!"

Marsella's eyes glinted with murderous intent as soon as she caught the hole in her spot previously. If not for Morro, she would've been split in half. Now, she felt like she owed Morro for this. She didn't like that.

"What a destructive ability," commented Aries, darting her eyes on the hole and Giselle. "I'm impressed."

"Get out of here. Our priority now is the wolves running amok in the capital." Giselle ignored everything, directing her orders to Miguel, London, and the council. "You are not needed here."

Even if they attacked all at once, against Abel Grimsbanne, they were simply wasting time. If there was someone who could stand a chance against the Grimsbanne, that would be Giselle and Aries.

Giselle breathed out calmly, sensing Aries's heart. The latter was still being sustained by Maleficent, but that wasn't a problem. For Aries's heart to keep beating, Maleficent was using every ounce of reserved strength she had. In other words, Maleficent didn't have the capability to fight.

On the other hand, even if Aries didn't lift a finger, there was Abel, Conan, Marsella, Dexter, Fabian, Sunny, and Morro. The little girl wouldn't join the fight for sure — that was a minus. But still, it will be six against one.

These thoughts had crossed all Raven's minds. But if it was Giselle, they thought, it wasn't impossible.

"London. Get them out of here now." Giselle ordered calmly. "They will not come after you."

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"Giselle, do not overestimate yourself!" Miguel roared. "Let me stay and fight beside you."

"Go, my lord." Giselle shifted her attention to the man, who almost had this entire world at his feet. "Abel Grimsbanne will not come after you."

Abel smiled. "That's right. I don't plan to stay long."

"It will not be him who will stop you from leaving, but it will be me who will not allow them to step out of this hall."

"What an arrogant woman." Conan hissed, not having any intention of standing in London's way. He glanced at London. "Though you should listen to her and take advantage of His Majesty's leniency. He is fickle, you know that, Leviticus."

London huffed, ignoring Conan as he glanced in Miguel's direction. In a blink of an eye, London appeared right beside Miguel.

"Let's go," urged London, casting the council a quick, solemn look. "Protecting our territory from outsiders is our priority. Leave everything in this place to Giselle."

Miguel's face darkened as he faced London. It was obvious leaving Giselle to face several strong enemies didn't sit well with him, but this was a matter of which was more important.

Right now, someone had to intervene and face the outsiders. After all, the most valuable individuals of the country were in the great hall. The citizens outside could only fend for themselves for a short amount of time. If they idled in here more, the damages would be beyond repair.

"Fine." Miguel huffed, swallowing his pride. He set his eyes back to Giselle and then at Abel and Aries. "Once we're done, don't think I will forgive you, Abel Grimsbanne. Aries Aime Heathcliffe is mine."

"Yours, you say?" Miguel and London's breath hitched as Abel's voice caressed their ears from behind. The two of them instinctively raised their swords, pointing at Abel.

How did he get here?

Just now, Abel was standing in front of Giselle. No matter how quick and agile their opponents were, they had never faced someone whose movements were this quick. They didn't even see him disappear, nor did they feel his presence until Abel spoke.

"How adorable." Abel chuckled, raising both his hands as a gesture of surrender. "Miguel Rothschild, did you claim my wife as yours?"

Miguel held his breath until his neck turned taut, terrified of the presence of this devil.

"I do not accept duels, for they were such a bother. However, if it's about my wife, I will take you on anytime, anywhere in a heartbeat." the side of Abel's lips stretched into a cunning smirk. "Considering you hurt her enough, I have more reason to silence you, don't you think?"

"Abel Grimsbanne…!" drowned with all the intense emotions swelling in his chest, Miguel roared as he thrust his sword straight into Abel's neck.

CLANG!

"Miguel Rothschild!!!" London yelled, blocking Miguel's attack. "Didn't you hear Giselle? We have to go!"

"London, how dare you shield that devil?"

London clenched his teeth as his sword rattled against Miguel. Why did he come in between Miguel and Abel? From another's point of view, one would think London was siding with Abel.

The truth was far from that.

If no one intervened, Miguel would die in an instant. London just saved Miguel from his impending doom. How could Miguel lose control of himself and allow his emotions to get the better of him?

"London, I appreciate your concern —"

"Shut up, Abel!" London didn't look back, shouting from his gritted teeth. "I'm not doing this for you."

"I know." Abel sighed, shrugging. "Well, what should I do now? Should I pierce your back to get a hold of the Rothschild's heart?"

London's body froze, but still kept his strength against Miguel's sword. Before the situation escalated, Miguel, London, and the members of the council felt their feet leave the floor.

"What…" London trailed off as he gazed down, confirming that he was slowly floating. Miguel and London separate because of it, somehow, confused before guessing the person behind this interference.

"Do not let him distract you," was all they heard from Giselle before a strong force sent them out of the great hall, and the doors shut closed with a bang.

BAM!