406: Queen Jasmine

Queen Jasmine

In the span of minutes, the team had already had all done their tasks..... which also included changing Micheal's clothes for that of an ordinary guard's.

It was like magic to Micheal.... and he himself had almost blushed when he saw the female soldier amongst the men step forward to take out his pants.

How could she do her job with such a straight face?

What were women turning into nowadays?

But unbeknownst to him, the female soldier only saw Micheal the same way a female doctor would see a male patient.

Plus Micheal was wearing what they called a 'Zweric' (underwear)... which basically looked like diapers. 

So it wasn't like she was seeing him naked or anything...  so why should she worry?

Rather, when seeing this diaper-like underwear... she immediately thought that maybe these people didn't even bother to buy this king one of Baymard's male boxers or briefs instead.

Anyway, in a flash.... everyone was done, and they were all set to go.

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Very stealthily, they stormed through the hallways of the South-wing and paused for a moment..... as they wanted to check if the coast was clear before they exited the Wing.

Landon used his hands to signal for 2 soldiers to take a look, while he and the rest stayed behind.

Immediately, those 2 dropped to the floor quietly and tried their best to take a peek.

And after they were sure that everything was okay, they looked back at Landon and did an okay sign to him as well.

With that, the gang quickly left the south-wing and proceeded to the West-wing as fast as they could.

Of course, once they stepped through the hallways there, they did what they had done previously.... and quickly took care of the guards there.

'So far so good', they thought.

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'Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din!'

Right now, they were within Micheal's study.... as he had the entire West wing set out for private dates and meetings on state affairs.

As for the other wings like the southwestern Wing, East-wing and all the rest, those ones were strictly used for royal residential residences... as each wing with the exception of Micheal's, had at least 6 rooms within them.

Anyway right now... they were within his study and were currently making their way down into the secret dungeon.

Most of the soldiers stayed guarding the study, while the rest followed Landon down instead.

Of course, Micheal stayed above with the rest, as he would only be a burden to the mem if he came down with them in the end.

He closed his eyes and silently waited for this brat to do what he could.

The brat had really brought a lot of surprises to him, and for some reason, he just felt that this young man was the type of person who could do anything that he put his mind to.

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Walking down the stone stairway, the soldiers quickly realized that even though the dungeon was dark and somewhat stuffy... it didn't have any foul stench or unpleasant odour hovering within it.

True... it did smell like sweat, but at least that was better than blood, urine or even poop.

Arriving at the bottom of the stairway, they immediately noticed an overly exhausted woman sleeping on the dirty floor with several huge chains in her legs.

And sleeping beside her, were 2 others.... a girl who looked no more than 7 years old, and a boy who also looked nothing more than 14.

These 2 were the woman's children.

Hearing the faint sounds of footsteps hurriedly approaching her, the woman's eyes quickly shot wide open, and she immediately placed herself in front of her children.

She had spent close to 2 years in this cell with her children, so how could her ears nit be sharp and alert to the sounds of any approaching footsteps?

It's been so long since she had seen the full sun..... or even had a breath of fresh air outside these dark walls.

So of course, she had to train herself to be strong for her children.

No matter what, she had to get them out of here.... as her youngest had suddenly turned extremely ill a while back.

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Previously, when her youngest fell ill here, the fever would pass on its own... but this time, it was too prolonged, and she feared that her child would die anytime soon.

And within these 2 years, Nopline had been asking her to marry him.

For sure... since she only still loved Micheal, she just couldn't do it.

But now that her child was in this state, she had no choice but to sacrifice herself for them.

If marrying that devil would free her children from this prison, then so be it.

She looked up thinking that Kamara, Nopline, or one of the guards that she had grown accustomed to throughout all these years.

But the people who approached her were none of them.

So who were these men and were they a threat to her children?

She immediately got up like a wild animal and stood firm before her children who were too tired to get up.

Landon and the rest looked at her and sighed.

Mothers were really something.

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"Please be at ease..... we're only here to help you.

King Micheal is waiting for you above the dungeon." Landon said in a calming tone.

Hearing them, a brief flash of surprise filled her eyes....  before it quickly faded away.

"Why should I trust you?

Ever since I've been locked up here, I've been told that Micheal was almost dying.

So how could he have the strength to gather you all up for this rescue?"

"Your right...  he didn't gather us here."

"_"

"I knew it!

You all are here to kill us right?" Jasmine said while looking at them coldly.

She readied her hands as if she was ready to punch them real hard if any one of them dared to come close to her children.2

"Queen Jasmine.

It's TRUE that king Micheal didn't send us here..... but that doesn't mean that we aren't here to help you.

In truth, we came here to rescue king Micheal, and he, in turn, asked us to rescue you."

Jasmine gently lowered her fists, while looking at Landon as if trying to see through his soul.

"Have you ever met my husband before?"

"Nope!"

"Did anyone we know of specifically tell you to rescue him?"

"Nope!"

"Then why would you do it at the risk of your own life?"

"Because I like him!"

"_"

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