The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 325: the hunted becomes the hunter

The horn blew, and it began. Just as they had planned, they all scattered, running into the maze in small groups of three at most.

To increase their chances of winning the game, they had already predetermined how they would split every group, consisting of at least one person who had survived the culling. Abrielle’s group consisted of her, Abigail, and Heather.

After Camilla hid the weapons, Abrielle had some doubts and stopped her from telling anyone about the locations until the night before the culling, to reduce the chances of a snitch.

The other girls were confused as to why she suggested such a thing because they didn’t think there was a traitor among them, but you could never be too sure.

The moment they got into the intricate maze, the first thing they did was get rid of their shoes. "Let’s hide them in the bush," Heather suggested.

"We can’t run in them, and they obviously leave prints." Abrielle quickly found a spot to hide her shoes. Next, they found sticks to cover their footprints as they ran.

They had 30 minutes to find a perfect place to hide. Heather, using her memories of the maze, found them a spot to hide first. They were almost out of time, and if they made a run for the forest, there was no way they could make it in 30 minutes. But before hiding, they had to find the spot where Camilla had hidden the weapons. She couldn’t get much, so it was based on luck if you were close to any of the locations.

"I don’t think we can get any weapon in time," Heather mentioned, panic filling her voice.

"We will be okay; it is almost time. Let’s get a place to hide," Abrielle reminded her of a more important problem. She wasn’t scared of fighting with knives.

"Alright, there was this spot I hid the last time. It is close by," Heather said. Luckily, they didn’t run into any booby traps until they got to the place Heather was talking about. It was a tree that had a hole in its trunk, which was covered by tall flowers.

There was a fountain close by, as the spot was at an intersection. It didn’t look like an ideal place to hide, but it was a spot least expected; they could pull it off as long as they were quiet.

They quickly squeezed into the hole. "It’s a bit tight here," Abigail mentioned as they settled in. Then the second horn went off. Sounds of multiple galloping horses could be heard as they rushed inside. They just had to stay put and wait for the signal.

Just as Abrielle expected, multiple horsemen came across; some were women, their faces all covered in masks. She was studying and waiting for the perfect chance.

She could not attack if there were multiple people there; there was no saying if they also possessed magic along with their arrows and crossbows. Heather was nervous since they didn’t have any weapons.

Abrielle waited as they searched; 20 minutes had gone by, and none of the slaves had been caught. The maze was still quiet. Her blue eyes studied everyone; they were all waiting for the signal.

Their plan was to attack the nobles and make a run for the forest using the horses. The plan seemed dumb, but the princess had another plan: she was going to create a diversion by burning the maze to create time for them. It was a suicidal mission, after all.

"Where are those stinky brats?" a male voice grumbled on his horse. Next to him was a woman.

"They were nearby; they just got good at hiding, but we have all day till night to find them," she replied.

A pebble suddenly struck the lady’s horse, causing it to neigh and gallop, which disoriented her and the man whose horse was attacked next. "What is wrong with them?" the man complained.

Heather was puzzled about what was happening as the horses lost control, but next, the man and woman were pushed off their horses. They screamed out their lungs, but it was useless. They were both injured and couldn’t move.

"Let’s get their weapons," Abrielle suggested, then emerged from the hiding spot with Abigail, who was the one who had done everything earlier. Heather was too stunned but also left. The people stared at Abrielle in shock.

"What do you think you’re doing? You can’t harm us?" they barked. Abrielle scoffed, with a click of her fingers, their masks burned, exposing their identity. They were low nobles.

The man quickly grabbed his crossbow to fire at Abrielle, but it was diverted by Abigail. "If you know what’s good for you, leave your weapons and run, or I will burn you to crisps," she threatened.

"Leave it, Nicolas; the slaves have gone mad. You will all die; escape is impossible."

The woman spat, throwing her bow and arrows aside as she urged her husband to flee with her. He listened and ran, but Abrielle’s mind changed. What was the need to show them mercy? Her eyes went dead; it was kill or be killed.

"Ustio," she muttered, conjuring two large fireballs towards the couple. The woman, a low-tier water elemental, tried to stop the fireballs, but soon she and her husband were engulfed in flames. An agonizing scream pierced the atmosphere.

"You can use magic," Heather muttered. Abrielle didn’t have time to waste; the hunt for the hunters had begun.

"Take the bow and a horse; you know what to do," Abrielle quickly said as she mounted one of the horses with Abigail. She didn’t wait for Heather to react from her shock as she dashed forward. Her blue eyes burned with something evil - revenge. She was going to make them all burn.

A few minutes later, the maze was thrown into chaos. Screams that didn’t sound like the slaves echoed, even without Abrielle’s help; other girls had been able to take down some of the hunters using the little weapons they had and a few spells. They all had nothing to lose, so they charged out fearlessly.