The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 566- Eleanor In Peril? Achieve Level 6!! (2)

Rolan positioned himself at the rear, the eldest among them, wearing a grave and vigilant expression. He scanned their surroundings ceaselessly.

Then there was Delicia. Standing tall with elegant poise and an aura of composed maturity, she emitted the soothing vibe of a protective elder sister.

Her gentle smile instantly soothed Eleanor's tension.

"Good morning, Kevin, Gwen, Rolan, Delicia. I hope you all will take good care of me."

Kevin promptly pounded his chest and proclaimed, "Don’t worry, Lady Eleanor. I will definitely protect you."

"You mean we will protect you." Gwen shot him a piercing glare while correcting his words.

Their spirited exchange was hardly surprising.

Eleanor grinned and glanced at the group.

"We’ll have a smooth day, I promise." Delicia stated firmly.

With her confidence restored, Delicia dove into rigorous daily training. As a result, she stood closest to level 6 among everyone present.

Eleanor nodded, utterly unconcerned about her security.

Twelve squires, each teetering on the edge of knighthood, had been tasked as her protectors. However, she preferred this specific squad.

Why? This team felt far less remote than the rest.

The other guards remained perpetually stern, fixated only on fulfilling their duty. That wasn't inherently wrong, but it hindered her ability to bond with them.

Thus, amid banter and chuckles, they proceeded to the set.

"So, today’s scene is the big action one, right? The kidnapping?"

According to the movie's director, this segment showed bandits attempting to abduct her, only for her to flee their chase and reach the village they occupied now.

Eleanor nodded. "Yes, I’m a little... nervous."

Although it was merely a film sequence, her turbulent history still filled her with unease.

"I know you’ll nail it," Kevin declared assuredly.

Gwen and the others voiced their support as well.

Through their travels and collaborations with her, they recognized her exceptional skill. Truth be told, they themselves buzzed with anticipation for the scene.

Their concurrent cheers fortified Eleanor's resolve.

Before they noticed, the party had arrived at the set.

Enormous wooden scaffolds, scenic backdrops, swarming crew, and props dispersed everywhere... all stood ready in orderly fashion.

The intricate details and extensive setup time showcased the production team's profound dedication to the film.

Eleanor's presence inevitably drew eyes. Her stellar grace and poise magnetized attention, even as she lingered quietly aside.

Moreover, the entire crew awaited solely her.

"Good morning, Lady Eleanor!"

"Welcome back!"

"Looking radiant as always!"

Enthusiastic welcomes surged from every side.

Eleanor replied with effortless poise. Long years in the business had schooled her in blending friendliness with restraint.

She had just wrapped up greetings with the staff when a lofty silhouette drew near.

He possessed classic, refined handsomeness: defined jaw, kind eyes, and golden-brown hair tied neatly into a ponytail. His demeanor exuded the effortless allure of a matinee idol, stirring hearts with ease.

Unsurprisingly, he played the male lead in the film.

"Good morning, Eleanor. You look... especially beautiful today."

His gaze plainly revealed fondness—the subtle tension, deliberate phrasing, undivided focus on her.

He no longer bothered concealing it.

Still, Eleanor merely dipped her head, offering no further engagement.

"Good morning. Let’s do our best today."

Her response stayed courteous, workmanlike, and above all, aloof. She avoided fanning his hopes or slamming the door, yet her limits shone clear.

Eleanor's affections lay elsewhere. Besides Reinhardt, no one else could claim her. Regardless of others' appeal or decency, they stirred nothing in her.

Next to him, all else appeared dull, faded, and insubstantial.

Kevin and his companions trailed her in a relaxed lineup. As her guardians, they remained near except when cameras turned.

To the production team, they resembled ornamental extras—youthful squires acting as muscle for a starlet.

Of course, Temple of Light affiliates though young, boasted elite discipline and prowess beyond doubt.

As attendants led Eleanor to her makeup spot, Kevin's forehead creased. From his side vision, he caught sight of men slipping onto the set.

Outfitted in lightweight armor, grimy cloaks, and dented blades, they resembled ideal extras for the impending clash scene.

They merged seamlessly at first look.

Yet inexplicably, Kevin sensed wrongness. Years in the peaks under his master's tutelage, honing swordplay since childhood, had honed his instincts razor-sharp.

Their footfalls rang too weighty, strides too deliberate, stares too piercing, bearing too feral.

Kevin eased his pace discreetly, allowing them to edge forward. His eyes tracked them as alarms blared inwardly.

They evoked the savage mountain beasts his master had warned against time and again. Lethal!

"Hey, you see them?" he elbowed Gwen.

She first scowled at his presumptuous contact with a woman, then shifted focus to the men he indicated.

Gwen squinted. To her trained eye, that lot screamed professionals.

"Hey, sir, those guys who just came in. Are they part of the cast today?" Kevin swiftly cornered the director to inquire.

The director peered at the indicated group.

"Hm? Them? Not sure. Casting isn’t my department, but if they’re here in costume, they must be part of the newly hired extras." He rubbed his chin doubtfully.

With the director's words, Kevin had no choice but to accept it. Even so, the knot in his gut refused to loosen.

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Soon after, Eleanor emerged from makeup, fully immersed in her character.

"Places, everyone!"

"Quiet on set!"

"Rolling!"

"Action!"

The slate clapped shut, cameras whirring to life.

Within the lavish estate, Eleanor stood devastated. Here, her foster family issued a harsh decree: wed the count's son, notorious across the realm for his depravity.

To compound the misery, bandits stormed the deserted manor to seize her, whence she broke free to encounter the prince portrayed by the lead.

A staple romantic fantasy tale.

The sequence unfolded per script; bandits materialized, smashing through doors with chilling authenticity.

Grinning with oily menace, eyes alight with malice, they ruptured the hush.

Without pause, one seized Eleanor's wrist and hauled her close. Another ripped the candle free, shrouding the set in gloom.

Eleanor gasped.

It initially passed for flawless performance. Yet her cries escalated into genuine frenzy. The moment pulsed too vividly, too authentic for pretense.

"Cut...?"

The director wavered briefly. But ere his call, Delicia surged forward.

"Stop the scene! Cut! Cut now!"

The take rang false. The bandits groped excessively. Eleanor's terror felt unscripted.

Friend to Reinhardt, Delicia grasped Eleanor's haunted history and scars. She knew too his esteem for her signaled firm commitment.

Beyond that, protecting Eleanor defined her charge. No harm could befall her. Film or not, excesses crossed lines.

Alerted by Delicia's fervor, director and crew yelled to halt.

Yet the bandits pressed on, merely cackling. Their coarse guffaws and ensuing deeds demolished the shared delusion.

"Oi, relax, we’re just improvising." With that, one looped an arm round her waist, slung her over his shoulder amid taunts.

Kevin's face hardened, Gwen's pupils contracted, Rolan clutched his sword grip, primed to unsheathe.

That's when a bandit sneered and declared.

"Look at their faces. Did you idiots really think this was part of the movie?"

The truth stunned the crowd, draining color from cheeks.

Were they truly attempting to snatch the star mid-shoot?

"Unggh... Mmff." Bound and muffled, Eleanor writhed futilely before a tap to her skull felled her.

"Whistle~ This beauty is our prize. I can’t wait to play with her. Well then, we will leave you all to your movie shoot. Let’s go, it’s time to bolt."

Ere his words ended, blade-light gleamed.

Delicia had arrived.