"Shit!" Layla opened her eyes wide as she saw Mark viciously attacking her, using her weaknesses against her.

Layla's unique ability was super speed. Mark knew this very well and knew that her ability wouldn't work excellently in a confined space with little room to move.

That was why he had brought the fight inside the inn while the rest of his party dealt with the Mazzanti family soldiers on the outskirts.

At the same time, even though Jasmine wasn't a powerful fighter, his group wanted to take her down without hurting her, so the two of them were acting against her.

Without giving the pink-haired woman a chance, the two members of The Faceless Ones faction used a formation against Jasmine, giving her no time to react with powerful mental attacks.

Jasmine was a level 5 Acolyte, but her mental attacks could seriously injure people of her level or higher.

Of course, she would need time to attack, and in the meantime, she wouldn't be able to do much since she wasn't a very powerful warrior in battle.

In the face of these two men, who were in a hurry to act, she couldn't do much when she found herself surrounded by a special formation of the kind that sealed off the mana within a certain area.

"You'll regret this, you idiots!" She shouted, seeing that if she didn't use her family's influence, these people would take her in.

"Hehehe, we know who your father is, Miss Barber. There's no need for you to threaten us. We'll take you just for that." One of them said quietly as Mark and Layla struggled.

"That..." Jasmine frowned, sensing these people didn't want to rescue her. 'That idiot! Who's he with?' She looked at Mark and saw him beating Layla while the gray-haired woman couldn't use her powers in this small room.

Unfortunately for Jasmine, it was too late for her to do anything. Trapped in the enemy formation, she could only rely on Layla and the Mazzanti men outside the room.

'I hope one of you will rescue me before...' She was thinking as she felt a blow to the back of her head and saw everything in her eyes quickly darken.

As he knocked Jasmine unconscious, one of the men quickly picked up her body and left. "I'll leave the rest to you. See you later!"

Hearing that, the other man stepped back while looking at Mark and Layla.

"My friend, let me give you a hand." The man who stayed behind said as he joined Mark in the fight against Leyla, seeing that this Prior from the local temple accepted his help in dealing with the gray-haired woman.

"Damn you, Mark! You're going to die for this! The temple will hunt you down until you're nothing but a dead dog!" She screamed, feeling the wounds on her body grow as she couldn't find a way to escape.

Layla's special power wasn't the best offensive power. It could even be used very well in battle, but the current conditions were not at all favorable for her.

She did not have enough space to act, and her enemies had stronger offensive powers than hers. Since her defense wasn't her strong point, her situation was getting worse and worse.

Surrounded by two opponents, she saw her hopes dwindle as she felt alone, no longer hearing the Mazzanti family's gunfire nor sensing her friend nearby.

'Damn it! Is this how I'm going to fall?' She asked herself as she tasted blood in her mouth and was attacked by two enemies with superior strength.

As she received the last attack, she suddenly felt her legs weaken and fell to the ground, reaching a point of no return.

"Hahahaha, Layla, you don't know how long I've been planning this!" Mark laughed as he slowed his pace and approached the woman. "Ever since my Jasmine's father sent you to accompany her, I've wanted to kill you! If it weren't for you, Jasmine would already be mine!"

Layla looked at Mark with contempt but said nothing as she felt her many wounds.

There was nothing to say. It was just a shame that she had fallen for someone as low and petty as Mark. But that was life, and there was nothing she could do to change it.

She closed her eyes and showed them her neck, preferring a quick death to the humiliation of begging for mercy.

But just as she was expecting a fatal blow to her jugular, Layla felt nothing but heard a strange noise coming from those men.

"You..."

When she opened her eyes, she saw Mark's companion behind him, holding a sword as the weapon was driven through his body at the level of his heart.

Mark had a shocked look on his face as he felt unable to move, only strong enough to scream in surprise, not expecting to be stabbed in the back.

Mark's friend laughed mischievously and said. "Mark, now that Jasmine is in our hands, you don't have to stay alive, hahaha."

"You bastard... I thought you were my friend!" Mark said, shaking but unable to do anything else.

"I was until you brought us such an opportunity!" The level 5 man spoke. "But now that we have a Sovereign's daughter in our hands, we can't leave any witnesses alive! So this is goodbye, my friend Mark."

"Son of a..."

Swooish!

When he removed his sword from Mark's body, the man from The Faceless Ones faction wasn't slow. He decapitated the head of his old acquaintance from Ironcrest in one fell swoop.

As she watched Mark's head fall to the ground, Layla wasn't shocked because she had already imagined that this would happen sooner or later.

Jasmine's father was a hard man to disagree with. No one who knew who he was would act against his only daughter and leave witnesses.

Cesar had only done this out of ignorance. But the members of The Faceless Ones faction knew what they were doing.

'You deserve this, Mark.' She thought as she looked at the remaining man before her and saw the white mask covering his face. She was fully aware of her passive situation and didn't cling to vain hopes.

"Woman, in other situations, I would take you with me." The man said as he pursed his lips under his mask. "Unfortunately, I'll have to waste someone as 'appetizing' as you!"

He moved against Layla with those words, going for the gray-haired woman's head.