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Chapter 221 - 221 Simple Servant

Chapter 221: Simple Servant Chapter 221: Simple Servant Footsteps thundered through the halls, doors flew open, and voices shouted in alarm.

The castle was awake.

The assassins knew they had seconds to act.

The mission had failed.

But they were not planning to leave until the mission was complete.

And if death came, they were ready to sleep forever.

The leader of the group scowled deeply.

This was not part of the plan.

He lunged toward the figure, his orders were clear, complete the mission immediately.

But before he could reach her, the girl, her panicked, breathless cries confirming her identity, shoved open the door and bolted out of the room.

She ran blindly, her feet pounding against the cold floors of the palace corridors, her heart slamming against her ribs.

She did not know where she was going, she just knew she had to run.

Nnenna, a light sleeper, stirred at the faint sounds of commotion.

Years of discipline and training had honed her instincts to pick up on even the slightest disturbance.

Her eyes snapped open, her body already moving before her mind fully caught up.

The moment she stepped out of her room, she saw a figure racing toward her.

She narrowed her eyes.

Ebere?

Why was her sister running like that?

And then, she saw them.

A group of dark clad figures chasing after her.

Danger.

There was no time to think.

Without hesitation, Nnenna reached out, grabbed Ebere’s wrist, and pulled her forward, turning on her heel and breaking into a sprint.

Ebere let out a startled cry.

“What are you doing?!” she gasped, struggling to keep up with Nnenna’s pace.

“Running,” Nnenna said sharply, her grip firm.

“You should be heading towards the guards, not away from them!” Ebere nearly screamed as they raced through the palace halls.

“You’re trying to get me killed, aren’t you?!” Nnenna didn’t reply.

She could hear the assassins gaining on them, but her mind was already calculating the best escape route.

“Keep quiet.

You’re distracting me.

I’m trying to think,” Nnenna snapped, barely sparing Ebere a glance as she yanked her in another direction, away from the approaching guards.

Ebere stumbled, struggling to keep up.

“Nnenna, what are you doing?

The guards can protect us!” “They have to fight,” Nnenna shot back, her grip tightening around her sister’s wrist as she pulled her through the dense path ahead.

“If they lose, they can’t protect anyone.

And we’ll be caught in the crossfire.” Ebere’s mind whirled in confusion.

It didn’t make sense.

Wouldn’t they be safer with the guards?

If the soldiers engaged their pursuers, at least they’d have a fighting chance.

But if the guards lost…

Her breath hitched.

Wouldn’t that mean the enemy would come for them next?

“You’re making a mistake!” she insisted, trying to pull back.

“If the guards fight, we should be with them!

If they lose—” “Then we’ll die with them,” Nnenna said, her voice steady, unwavering.

“I’m not taking that chance.” She had seen that those dark figures were most likely professionals.

She didn’t stop running.

Didn’t even slow down.

And then, just as planned, the distant clang of metal rang through the air.

The fight had begun.

But Nnenna didn’t look back.

Didn’t hesitate.

She kept pulling her sister forward, her mind set, her focus unshaken.

Because no matter what, she was getting them out of here.

As soon as Ebere heard the sounds of fighting, she slowed down, letting Nnenna pull her along.

Eventually, Nnenna cut through a narrow passage, leading them toward the servants’ quarters.

Without hesitation, she shoved Ebere inside.

Ebere stumbled, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar space.

She had never been here before.

Even while running, she had known this wasn’t part of the palace she was accustomed to.

Now, standing still, she took in her surroundings, and she didn’t like them.

The cramped, dimly lit corridors, the rough stone walls, the musty air… It was nothing like the lavish halls she was used to.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Nnenna dragged her toward a particular door and knocked urgently.

“Little Sweetie, open up!” she called, her voice edged with panic.

Inside the room, Little Sweetie moved with practiced precision, securing the last of her gear.

A pair of knives glinted on the table beside her, their edges freshly sharpened.

A hidden panel in the wall was already ajar, revealing a shadowed passage meant for swift, silent escapes.

She had been seconds away from vanishing, prepared to track Nnenna down and drag her to safety if necessary.

Then she heard the voice at the door.

Nnenna.

The very person she was about to risk everything for was now standing right outside.

Little Sweetie exhaled slowly, adjusting the cuffs of her fitted sleeves.

The chaos beyond these walls did not shake her; it never did.

Battles were predictable.

People panicked, made mistakes, and died.

She had spent years training to be the exception.

Still, this was a complication.

A fortunate one, perhaps.

Her fingers brushed over a dagger at her hip as she stepped toward the door, her movement soundless, precise.

A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips.

How convenient.

Little Sweetie’s face betrayed no panic.

In fact, she looked as if this were nothing more than a regular day.

The only thing remotely concerning was the person standing at her door, but since it was Nnenna, safe and unharmed, there was nothing to worry about.

With practiced efficiency, she removed the gear she had strapped on for her rescue mission, rolling her shoulders as if shedding unnecessary weight.

There was no need for it now.

She sent a quick, coded message to the rest of her team stationed within the castle, alerting them of her whereabouts and the unfolding attack.

Then, moving with calculated ease, she reset her room.

The weapons were stowed away.

The secret passage was concealed once more.

The space transformed within seconds from an assassin’s hidden stronghold to the unassuming quarters of a simple servant.

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