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.

and battle cries mixed with the agonized screams of the

slicked the once pristine marble floors, and overturned furniture lay shattered against the

scent of iron filled

above it all, she heard

Her father.

voice cutting

not let

rhythm!” The soldiers, battle worn but loyal, adjusted

precise, disciplined, trained by years

But it wasn’t enough.

The assassins were monsters.

pressed herself against the wall, heart hammering, as she finally

like shadows, weaving through the battlefield

slashes that cut down trained warriors as if they were mere

too fast,

didn’t waste energy on unnecessary

Every attack had purpose.

Every kill was efficient.

from where she stood, Nnenna could see

is absurd!” he spat, parrying an attack before cutting

“They are only three!

We are dozens!

the commanders, bloodied but still standing, stumbled toward him, his voice

panted,

ordinary assassins.”

you mean?” The commander swallowed, his

Black Veil.” The words echoed like

Nnenna’s body went cold.

the king, her father, a man who had fought in countless wars, who had faced armies without flinching, went

slick with blood, tightened in his

uneasy glances, their eyes betraying the fear none of

The Black Veil.

They weren’t just assassins.

They were the end.

with scars

commanding, was

a mistake,”

take contracts unless…” “Unless they

“Completely.

The battlefield, once filled with shouting and steel, seemed to close in

who had pledged their

could see it in their

The hesitation.

The fear.