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

Chapter 227: The King is Dead Chapter 227: The King is Dead As she neared the main hall, she heard it, shouting.

Her heart clenched.

“Nnenna.” Her mind went blank.

She exploded forward, tearing through the shadows like a silent storm.

If something had happened to Nnenna… Someone was going to pay.

As she drew closer…

Little Sweetie’s eyes sharpened as she heard desperate cries “My King!” Something must have happened to the King!

Her pace quickened, her heart pounding like war drums.

As she moved through the shadows, her mind pieced together what she already knew The assassins had stormed the castle.

The generals had struggled.

And now The King must have fallen.

But there was no way.

The King was one of the strongest men in Lionara.

Had he really…?

She clenched her teeth, forcing her legs to move faster.

By the time she reached the main hall, it was too late.

The scene before her froze her in place.

The King, collapsed in his own blood.

His powerful frame weakened, his breaths shallow.

His hand grasped the sword impaled through his heart.

And Nnenna… Nnenna was kneeling beside him, supporting his body, her hands stained red, her voice trembling as she pleaded “Please, don’t die!” “I need to know the truth!” Her face was pale, her body shaking from the weight of what was happening.

Little Sweetie’s fingers twitched.

For a moment, just a moment, she considered moving toward the King, checking if there was even the slightest hope of saving him.

He was the general’s father after all.

But before she could take a step She felt it.

Killer intent.

The remaining assassins had noticed her.

Their heads snapped in her direction, and their bloodstained weapons rose.

They weren’t going to let her interrupt.

Her golden eyes narrowed.

they wanted… Then it was a fight they would

motion, she discarded the warmth in her gaze And

once they made

And the battle began.

20 minutes later.

The battlefield was silent.

motionless on the ground, not all dead, but

with the remnants of fallen

air was thick with

simple wave of her hand, Little Sweetie

the shadows,

in black emerged from

chill through the spines of everyone

the commanders, even the strongest warriors None of them had sensed these people hiding in the

that was what scared them

Was this another threat?

exchanged one nightmare for

settled over the

reached for their weapons, though they

force was, they had moved on

first act Was to take

eye, the defeated

bodies vanished into the void as if they had never

only thing left behind was the eerie silence… and the

Little Sweetie.

golden eyes scanning the lifeless body of

second, just one,

without a word, she

the next

of black disappearing through the nearest window, vanishing into the

who had no idea what they had just witnessed Or whether they

seconds Three seconds The room was

No one moved.

No one breathed.

the shadows that came and disappeared, felt like a nightmare no one could wake

are you all just standing there for?!” Nnenna’s shaky but urgent voice shattered the

me take him to the hospital!” The desperation in her

and servants snapped out of their daze and rushed

King’s motionless body, lifting him

carried him away, Nnenna was shoved

She barely noticed.

at the blood that stained

Her father’s blood.

in moments later, examining the

as they waited

A chance.

Anything.

the head

Silence.

“The King is

A ripple of horror.

Then Wails.

sound of grief erupted through the castle