Chapter 72
Just moments ago, the Wind Spirit had shown no reaction at all—yet now, it suddenly answered.
Solinor was thrilled enough to jump for joy but kept up his poker face. Then he asked again to confirm.
‘Zephyr! Can you hear me?’
‘Yes, I can hear you.’
‘Since when?’
‘Huh? Just now.’
Zephyr looked puzzled, as if wondering why he was being asked something so obvious.
Of course, it was a good thing that Solinor could now talk to Zephyr without alerting the enemy.
But he still couldn’t help but wonder why it had suddenly become possible.
‘Why is it that my thoughts only started reaching Zephyr just now?’
At that moment, Zephyr’s voice, like a gentle breeze, echoed directly in his mind.
And what he said was concerning—he seemed to have heard Muriela’s thoughts.
‘Huh? What do you mean, Princess’s thoughts? What are you talking about?’
‘Ah.’
Solinor was flustered. He was starting to understand what was happening.
Even though they were surrounded by foreign spies and in a crisis, he couldn’t ignore this.
‘Why, Princess?’
‘This is bad—how do I turn this off?’
‘Turn what off?’
Unlike Aiorin, who had learned to command spirits with just her thoughts, Solinor was still inexperienced.
That’s why experience matters. He should’ve at least learned how to do this properly from her.
‘Ugh… I can’t just stop thinking…’
‘Princess, why are you trying to stop thinking?’
And so, her inner thoughts had become an open broadcast to all nearby spirits.
As a result, the nearby low-level spirits began reacting to her every stray thought.
Realizing this, Solinor nearly lost control of his poker face.
‘Ugh. This is going to be hard to control…’
‘Control?’
No one else knew it, but there were several spirits inside the house as well.
Every time Solinor thought something, the lower spirits would twitch or shift.
There were other Wind Spirits like Zephyr, as well as Tree Spirits residing in the wooden furniture.
So this wasn’t entirely a bad development.
If they could use these spirits properly, they might be able to reverse their current situation.
‘If I can use these little guys well, we might be able to turn this around…’
‘Use who? Turn what around?’
While the princess kept uttering puzzling mental phrases, poor baby spirit Zephyr was overwhelmed.
Tilting his head in confusion, Zephyr didn’t know what to make of it all—while Solinor was too focused to explain, busy figuring out how to give the right commands to the spirits.
Zephyr, at least, could understand language and carry out complex tasks.
But the lower spirits had no real personality and only responded to simple commands.
Since Solinor wasn’t giving orders—just thinking—they just kept reacting in place.
As Solinor wrestled with his newly awakened spirit-communication powers, Sid grew even more nervous.
Only a few dozen seconds had passed, but to him it felt like an eternity.
He couldn’t shake the thought that Silbrenoa’s soldiers might storm in at any moment.
“Aaagh! What the hell?!”
While staring intently toward Muriela, ears sharp with tension, a sudden sound pierced Sid’s ears.
He spun around to identify the problem—and what he saw left him stunned.
One of the side doors near the entrance, which should’ve been locked shut, now stood wide open. A spy lay collapsed in front of it.
“What happened?!”
“I—I don’t know. The door just opened out of nowhere…”
The fallen spy still hadn’t recovered from the shock and was struggling to get up.
Though confused by the situation, Sid forced himself to remain calm and responded.
“That’s ridiculous! There’s no one there—who the hell could’ve opened it?!”
But he couldn’t finish his sentence.
With a loud bang, the door slammed shut again.
It was so forceful that the entire house shook from the impact.
‘There’s no wind inside the house—what the hell just happened? And how hard did the door swing open for a trained spy to be knocked unconscious?’
The long-stalled standoff broke—initiated by Solinor.
Having just discovered his new card—the low-level spirits—he boldly issued a command.
He ordered the Tree Spirit attached to the door to fling it open with all its might.
Low-level spirits weren’t necessarily weak.
They could only comprehend extremely simple instructions and perform basic movements, yes.
But in a cramped space like this small house, that didn’t matter much.
The place was filled with wooden furniture and so tight there was hardly anywhere to dodge.
Most importantly, spirits were invisible to the average person, which only added to the terror.
‘Damn it, there’s too much to deal with already—what’s this now?’
Sid barely held himself together, suppressing the urge to reveal how rattled he was.
Showing fear in front of his subordinates would be disastrous.
With everything so chaotic, if panic started to spread, it would truly be the end.
He had no idea what caused what just happened, or whether someone was behind it at all.
As he turned back toward Princess Muriela’s group, trying to maintain composure—
Clatter!
Creak!
All the shelves in the corridor began to rattle.
The door that had slammed shut earlier flew open again.
Then, the opposite door burst open—only to slam shut with another bang.
They opened and shut repeatedly as if they had wills of their own.
Chairs began tapping out a stiff-legged tap dance, and nails in the wall popped loose.
Even elite spies who had trained for years to maintain calm had trouble holding it together.
After all, who trains to deal with supernatural events?
‘What’s going on?’
‘Could it be… Her Highness?’
Even Sir Hamilton and Florina were visibly surprised.
They, too, weren’t prepared for something like this.
However, unlike Sid’s group, they had at least heard earlier that Princess Muriela could use spirits.
Thanks to that, they were able to keep their cool and watch for openings among the shaken enemies.
Solinor, mastermind of this orchestrated chaos, didn’t have much room to relax himself.
He was busy controlling all the spirits—but he did manage to give a signal to Hamilton and Florina.
Since the enemies were too confused to keep their eyes on Muriela, it wasn’t hard.
Crash!
Thwack!
Hamilton charged first.
Though unarmed, he used his weight for a fearless bull-rush.
He used the narrow hallway to his advantage and slammed shoulder-first into the enemy.
The opponent did have a weapon, but had turned to glance at the ruckus behind him.
Naturally, he couldn’t aim his dagger properly and was helplessly struck.
Sid’s group snapped out of it and tried to turn on Hamilton—but it was already too late.
Having subdued the frontmost man, Hamilton twisted his arm and snatched his dagger.
Just one dagger—but in the hands of an elite knight, it was a fearsome weapon.
Florina, meanwhile, was a trained spy.
While she wasn’t great with intel, she could fight well enough.
As Hamilton struck down another enemy, she picked up the fallen dagger.
Out of ten spies, two were already down. Eight remained.
But in this narrow, shaken space, fighting a knight was impossible.
Even trying to reach Muriela was futile—Florina blocked the way.
Solinor had already released the lower spirits and moved on to his next action.
He had Zephyr seal the airways of one spy, rendering him unconscious—just like Aiorin had done before.
It was just one man, but in a small-scale battle, it made a big impact.
Plus, his choking and thrashing disrupted his allies.
For someone only just beginning to use spirits in battle, Solinor was doing remarkably well.
If Elves from the Fey Forest could control dozens of spirits at once—just how powerful were they?
If a few Elven Spirit Mages teamed up, they could probably siege a fortress.
What would anyone do if the very stones in the walls started shifting on their own?
It had been barely thirty seconds since Solinor had issued his order to the Tree Spirits.
The fight was already over.
None of the enemy spies were still standing.
A few had taken fatal wounds and died, one was unconscious.
The rest—those still conscious—were in no condition to fight.
“Keep the ringleader alive!”
At Muriela’s firm command, Sid lost consciousness.
‘What kind of eight-year-old princess is this…?’
Competent? Cunning? Unshakable?
He passed out still trying to figure out what words could possibly describe her.
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