They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 220: Help Me!!!!

Chapter 220: Help Me!!!!

Carl and Somto had also left.

Before Carl did, he had pulled Nnenna aside, his usual playful expression intact.

“I’ll call you,” he had said.

“And you better pick up.” Nnenna had laughed out loud.

“I don’t ignore important calls.” “Good,” he had nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

“I’ll visit when I can.” She had promised to keep in touch, and just like that, he was gone.

With the heavy weight of the royal ball behind them, attention shifted to new matters, preparing for school.

It wouldn’t start for another four months, but planning had already begun.

Slowly, belongings were packed, schedules were made, and responsibilities were shifted.

For Nnenna, life had taken on a new rhythm.

Her reputation had stabilized, even strengthened.

The way people looked at her had changed.

No longer just “the adopted daughter,” she had proven herself, and though some still refused to admit it, they could not deny her worth.

Whether they liked it or not, she was someone they needed to acknowledge.

This newfound status had a surprising effect, it made her calmer.

Less defensive.

Less burdened by the need to constantly prove herself.

For the first time in a long while, she felt like she could just exist without constantly fighting to be seen.

And so, she focused on herself.

Every morning, she followed her usual routine.

Even after the ball, even after Lady Rose’s training had ended, she never stopped.

Physical fitness wasn’t just for show, it was necessary.

And so, she continued.

Jogging before sunrise, strengthening her endurance, keeping herself sharp.

Sometimes, she exchanged messages with Lady Rose.

She would send her training routines, precise and effective, things she could incorporate into her regimen.

It was efficient, structured.

Just like her.

Everything was going smoothly.

Until that night.

That night, everything changed.

Something huge.

alter the course of

one in the royal castle would

moved with calculated precision, their dark clothing blending seamlessly

communicated silently, no words, only gestures, their synchronization revealing years of brutal

leader, a tall man with an imposing presence,

A crossbow was raised.

shot was

arrow sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, striking the nearest guard stationed

staggering

each one finding

barely had

No screams.

No warning.

the

The assassins moved immediately.

the base of the castle

hands found the narrowest grooves, their bodies moving like shadows slipping through the cracks of

boots touched solid ground inside the fortress, they pressed against the stone, melting into

Not a sound.

movement

leader made a series of quick

Orders given.

away from the group, slipping toward

Their mission was clear.

as if

were silent,

to cross their path never

blade to the

A muffled gasp.

quietly lowered to

No traces left behind.

advanced, they separated, each assassin heading to a designated location as if

Or someone.

Minutes passed.

reached a door near the top floor of the

to be impossible

led to the room of an important person, one that should have been impenetrable

were

assassin knelt, inspecting the lock with trained

edges before retrieving thin, custom made tools from within his

A delicate dance began.

Tension.

A flick of metal.

A subtle click.

just like that, the lock

creaked