The guard's shout drew the attention of his colleagues. Just then, the Guard Captain lunged forward, intending to run the meddlesome bastard through with his sword. But a noose suddenly flew over his head and cinched tight around his neck. Two men at his side yanked back, felling the poor Guard Captain in a single move, just like roping a steer.
"COUGH, COUGH... Do you have any idea... COUGH..." The Guard Captain tried to spit out a threat and struggle, but the noose only tightened. He tried to cut the rope with his sword, but as he lay on the ground, a pitchfork stabbed down onto his sword hand.
If he hadn't been wearing Chain Armor underneath his clothes, this man—once the greatest Swordsman in the royal court—would have been beaten to death by a flurry of farm tools.
Having lost their Guard, the Royal Family fell into complete despair. Charles XVI could only barely maintain his composure. "I am the King! Go and bring the local Nobility to me at once!"
