"But Blanche is quite strong, Lady Narcissa. She managed to injure you yesterday," the guard said, voicing his concern. "Even though you were caught off guard, her Frostfall technique is truly formidable. The four of us—"

"What are you afraid of?" Narcissa snapped impatiently. "She's badly wounded, and her strength has been seriously weakened. With the four of us working together, and my Violebolt Orb in hand, can't we handle one wounded opponent?

"Besides, my husband knows I'm taking care of things here. If I'm ever in real danger, the protective charm he left me will activate. He'll be able to sense it, then come to my aid."

At the mention of her husband, a flicker of pride crossed her eyes.

Her husband, Alarion Jornell, held considerable status among the younger generation of the Jornells of Amethysius. His cultivation had reached the early stage of Core-Forged Arcanist, and he cherished her above all.

Seeing that Narcissa had made up her mind, the three guards fell in line.