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

Chapter 222

Chapter 222: The Black Veil Chapter 222: The Black Veil Little Sweetie’s expression darkened instantly.

A dangerous, unreadable look passed through her sharp eyes, but she said nothing.

Of course, Nnenna would run straight into danger.

That girl was reckless beyond reason.

But Little Sweetie couldn’t just rush out after her, not with Ebere still here, watching her every move.

It was too risky.

If she made even one slip, Ebere could expose her true identity.

She clicked her tongue in frustration.

Then, with the practiced ease of someone who always had a backup plan, she pulled out her phone.

Her fingers moved swiftly, sending out a coded message to her hidden operatives across the castle.

[Protect Nnenna.

Do not let her die.] She exhaled, sliding the phone back into her pocket.

She couldn’t go after Nnenna herself.

At least until she found a way to protect her identity.

But she sure as hell wasn’t letting her die, either.

The general would have her head but before that, her guilt for not protecting her friend would have killed her already.

Nnenna dashed through the castle, her breath quick but controlled, her steps light as she avoided every corridor where the sounds of battle raged.

Her heart pounded in her chest, but her mind stayed sharp, focused.

Before stepping out of Little Sweetie’s room, she had grabbed a servant’s cloak, pulling the hood low over her face.

If anyone saw her, they would assume she was just another panicked maid running for safety, not a member of the royal family.

Not a target.

Her disguise held as she slipped through the shadows, moving swiftly toward the royal floor.

But the moment she got there, the air itself seemed heavier.

The battle above had been intense, but here, here, it was brutal.

Swords clashed in a deadly rhythm, the metallic clang of steel against steel ringing through the vast hall.

mixed with the

marble floors, and

of iron filled the

above it all,

Her father.

bellowed, his voice cutting

not let

break their rhythm!” The soldiers, battle worn but loyal, adjusted their stance, closing

were precise, disciplined,

But it wasn’t enough.

The assassins were monsters.

wall, heart hammering, as she finally laid

weaving through the battlefield

attacks were merciless, calculated slashes that cut down trained

were too

didn’t waste energy on

Every attack had purpose.

Every kill was efficient.

where she stood, Nnenna could see the growing

parrying an

“They are only three!

We are dozens!

are they holding us back?” One of the commanders, bloodied

the man panted, gripping

these are not ordinary assassins.” The

The commander

Veil.” The words

Nnenna’s body went cold.

fought in countless wars,

sword, slick with blood, tightened

exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes betraying the fear none

The Black Veil.

They weren’t just assassins.

They were the end.

the generals, an older man with scars across his

and commanding, was barely above a

a

not take contracts unless…” “Unless they are meant to be carried

“Completely.

failure.” The battlefield, once filled with shouting and

pledged their lives

it in

The hesitation.

The fear.

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