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

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.

battle cries mixed with the agonized

slicked the once pristine marble floors, and overturned

of iron filled the

it all,

Her father.

his voice cutting through the chaos like a

let

in unison, break their rhythm!” The soldiers,

movements were precise, disciplined, trained

But it wasn’t enough.

The assassins were monsters.

heart hammering,

figures moved like shadows, weaving through the battlefield with terrifying

merciless, calculated slashes that cut down trained warriors as if they

too fast, too

didn’t waste energy

Every attack had purpose.

Every kill was efficient.

where she stood, Nnenna could see the growing frustration

parrying an attack before

“They are only three!

We are dozens!

commanders, bloodied but still standing, stumbled toward him,

King…” the man panted, gripping his sword

ordinary assassins.” The king’s eyes

do you mean?” The commander

the Black Veil.” The words echoed

Nnenna’s body went cold.

man who had fought in countless

blood, tightened in his

commanders exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes

The Black Veil.

They weren’t just assassins.

They were the end.

scars across his face,

usually strong and commanding, was barely

this is a mistake,” he

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

“Completely.

shouting and steel, seemed to close in with a

soldiers, battle hardened warriors who had pledged their lives to the kingdom, were

could see it in their

The hesitation.

The fear.