Saer was pounding on the door by his shoulder while being careful about the noise he was causing. A lot of guards had followed the commands of King Lacroix and had gone out just for the sake of fooling narcissist guests, but there still were a lot of guards were present in the palace. The sound Saer had made till now could not get masked as the noise of crushing spices. And Rikilda had descended later than he had expected, so he had little time to act either. Saer hoped he had ten minutes in side despite of crippling behind the schedule. I should have weakened the holders more. The other half of his wisdom consolidated him – It would not have held the clubs if I had weakened them more. If Saer was caught right now, then he would have to break the door, forcibly confine Rikilda and choose bloodshed for everything then after. It was not a contingency plan hovering around his head. It rather was a condition Saer saw coming. However, he kept tackling the entrance. Once I kidnap her, I will explain her the situation. Saer slipped and hit the door by his right cheek. He took a breather for checking his jaw. It was fine. Still Saer did not come closer to the door despite of bearing no injury. He had sensed a Calajhan on the other side of the blocked door. "You are right, Rikilda." Nortze said and passed through the door. Saer staggered backwards when he saw the old Calajhan disguised as Bloudkast. The way Rikilda had described the white man was enough for the confirmation. Nortze opened his palm, and a sword formed out of air. Saer was unprepared when the blow came at him. He pushed himself back by his palms to avoid being sliced from head to crotch. Sparkles bounced on floor due to the heavy hit. Saer got up but discovered Nortze was going for another swing. "Listen, Ser Calajhan." Saer ducked. The old man got more aggressive after seeing Saer's red eye. It had given him the reason for not listening to Saer. In desperation of self defense, Saer launched the digging tool at Nortze's torso. His motive was to incapacitate Nortze, but he had been carried away by the fear. The tool ripped air and jammed on Nortze's chest. Few droplets of blood splattered as a result. And that was it. Saer had welcomed another nuisance. Nortze's blade whistled near Saer's ear. This time it had kissed him too, cutting his ear cartilage like vellum.