They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 220 - 220 Help Me!!!!

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.

Something that would alter the course of everything.

Something that no one in the royal castle would ever forget.

Outside the towering castle walls, seven figures moved with calculated precision, their dark clothing blending seamlessly into the night.

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

The leader, a tall man with an imposing presence, gave a sharp signal.

A crossbow was raised.

The first shot was fired.

The arrow sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, striking the nearest guard stationed on the castle wall.

The force sent him staggering before he collapsed, lifeless.

Six more shots followed in rapid succession, each one finding its mark with chilling precision.

The guards barely had time to react.

No screams.

No warning.

Just silence and bodies crumpling to the ground, their deaths swift and clean.

The assassins moved immediately.

Without hesitation, they reached the base of the castle walls and began scaling them with expert ease.

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

The moment their boots touched solid ground inside the fortress, they pressed against the stone, melting into the darkness.

Not a sound.

Not a flicker of movement noticeable to the patrolling guards.

The leader made a series of quick hand gestures.

Orders given.

Five men peeled away from the group, slipping toward the castle’s main building like wraiths.

Their mission was clear.

They maneuvered through the halls with an eerie familiarity, as if they had studied the layout long before stepping foot inside.

Their steps were silent, their presence nonexistent.

Any servant unfortunate enough to cross their path never lived long enough to raise an alarm.

A swift blade to the throat.

A muffled gasp.

A body quietly lowered to the ground.

No traces left behind.

As they advanced, they separated, each assassin heading to a designated location as if hunting for something.

Or someone.

Minutes passed.

Then, one of them reached a door near the top floor of the castle.

A door meant to be impossible to breach.

It was locked with a sophisticated mechanism since it led to the room of an important person, one that should have been impenetrable without the correct key.

But these were not ordinary men.

One assassin knelt, inspecting the lock with trained eyes.

His gloved fingers traced its edges before retrieving thin, custom made tools from within his sleeve.

A delicate dance began.

Tension.

A flick of metal.

A subtle click.

And just like that, the lock yielded.

The door creaked open slightly.

They had made it inside.

The hunt was nearly complete.

The heavy wooden door creaked ever so slightly as it was pushed open.

The dim candlelight cast flickering shadows against the walls, making the figure on the bed appear almost ghostly.

Five figures melted into the darkness, their bodies blending seamlessly with the shadows.

Their breathing was controlled, movements precise, eyes locked onto their target.

Death clung to them like a second skin, silent and patient.

One of them, the leader, allowed a smirk to creep onto his face.

It was over.

But just as he prepared to strike The figure on the bed moved.

Their eyes widened in shock.

The leader’s smirk vanished, replaced with a deep frown.

This was not expected.

Without hesitation, they slipped back into the darkness, becoming one with the room once more.

The figure sat up, pausing for a brief moment before rising from the bed.

The assassins remained deathly still.

Had they been noticed?

The figure moved toward the bathroom, disappearing inside.

A low breath of frustration escaped the leader’s lips.

The plan had been simple, swift, clean, undetected.

But now, they were forced to wait.

The door to the bathroom creaked open again.

The figure emerged.

Then, it paused.

Something was wrong.

The air was thick with an unplaceable tension, an unseen presence lurking in the very walls of the room.

A shiver crawled up the figure’s spine.

And then “Ahhh.

Help me!!!” A scream.

A piercing, blood curdling scream ripped through the entire castle.

The sound was enough to jolt even the most dead sleepers from their sleep.

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