The Knight's Mysterious Maid-Chapter 383: Settling the past (4)

River and Rafael moved the second Travis was attacked by someone on his side. Neither cared why the man was betraying Travis. All that mattered was Travis not having the gun pointed at the two of them.

The sound of a bullet being fired was heard followed by Solomon falling back. There was a pain in his chest from Travis shooting him with the gun, but he tried his best to hold onto the weapon so the knights would get Travis.

Solomon was shot once more in an attempt to get him to let go of the gun before River could reach Travis. Solomon felt weak as he experienced a new type of pain. He continued to struggle with Travis for the gun with what strength he had left as this was his way of avenging Mack and all the others he took to Travis’s study to be killed.

If not for Travis’s sick games, there would be more guards to put up a fight against the knights. Travis was killing his guards and servants faster than he was hiring them and at some point, Solomon stopped looking for more help.

Solomon wasn’t a saint as the work he did was what got him hired by Travis in the first place. It was just his recent guilt over the people he lost while working for Travis that he felt the need to kill Travis.

Travis let go of the gun because fighting Solomon was giving time for River and Rafael to reach him. He grabbed Solomon’s sword which was dropped during their fight for the gun and ran up the stairs to get to his study. He could still get himself out of this as long as he reached his study to lock himself in and then come up with a new plan.

Travis felt a cold sweat as he ran because of how loud Rafael and River’s footsteps were behind him. Then he heard more which meant the knights were also chasing him. He didn’t look back for a second to see how close they were to him. His eyes were on his door which was not far away.

As he neared the study door, Travis reached out his left hand to hold the knob sooner to turn it and open the door, but as his fingertips touched the doorknob, someone knocked him sideways using their body, causing him to fall to the floor. He continued to hold the sword and pointed it up after he fell at River who was the one to stop him from entering his study.

"Fight me like a man one on one," Travis said, accepting River’s earlier offer. He was outnumbered now thanks to his men not living up to what they said they could do so he had to do this to get out of dying. The men he hired not being competent was exactly the reason he had been disposing of them.

Men like Solomon who were quick to betray him deserved to die. It should have been Solomon who died first instead of the other man whose name Travis could not remember.

River approached Travis, not having a single drop of fear in his body. No one was going to help him attack Travis right now. He had ordered them to stand back when he came face to face with Travis. He only needed his guards and Rafael’s knights to help him get through the gates.

It was funny how Travis was willing to do one-on-one now that he didn’t have a gun in his hands.

River used his sword to strike the sword Travis had in his hands, knocking it to the side. It didn’t fall out of Travis’s hand. "Get up," River ordered Travis.

Travis disliked how he was looking up at River from the floor and that River had ordered him to get up. It felt like he was between a rock and a hard place as either option had him looking like an idiot.

"Where did the cockiness go?" Rafael asked.

He saw Travis as a man whose power came from money and the people around him. This wasn’t back at home in White Town where the Normans let Travis do what they wanted and there wasn’t anyone to stop him.

Rafael kept hearing from his mother that Travis was a dangerous man, but he saw differently. Maybe it was because his mother was easy to scare and at the time she lived with Travis, she couldn’t defend herself so her brother had to look like the most dangerous person in the world.

Rafael folded his arms, watching his father deal with Travis. For a man who was coming here to stir up trouble in their lives, he couldn’t protect himself too well. There weren’t enough guards like Travis had been too certain that they wouldn’t attack.

"If you do something to me, my family will be here to kill you. Do you want to put Beatrice through seeing our parents again? You know how she panics," Travis said, scooting back on the floor to put some space between himself and River. He kept the sword pointed at River to be ready for an attack.

Hearing Beatrice’s name from Travis’s fueled River’s anger. He didn’t want Travis or any of her relatives saying her name.

Impatient and knowing they didn’t have long before the guards would show up looking to confirm Travis’s death, River approached Travis. Towering over Travis gave him the upper hand as it was easier to clash his sword with Travis’s and push the swords to the side to make way for him to go down to grab Travis.

Travis threw a punch with his left hand, connecting to River’s face which was protected by a helmet. He managed to shift the helmet but did not knock it off. He struggled against River to push back River’s sword which was pressing down on his sword, forcing his right hand down to the floor.

Travis gritted his teeth as it took a lot of strength to put up a fight against a man who was larger and weighed more than him. This was strange for him because the tutors he had growing up were all of different sizes and he had always defeated them.

No one his father hired had ever stood a chance against him when it came to fighting. So why now did it feel like his body was weak? Like all his wins in the past had been a lie.

River placed his leg on Travis’s stomach to weigh him down in case Travis would try to get up to run again. He took Travis’s punches to his face, ignoring the pain because Beatrice had endured more than this. He could endure this just to get Travis out of there and end this.

Using his weight to pin Travis down, River was ready to make the fight even and hit Travis square in the face with his left hand. It wasn’t as strong as it would have been if he used his right hand, but with Travis not wearing a helmet, the punch was enough.

Travis’s face turned to the right because of the punch. Travis felt in a daze at first and didn’t have time to recollect himself as River hit him again in the same spot. "W-Wait," he pleaded, but it was ignored by River who hit him again and again in the same spot.