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Chapter 222 - 222 The Black Veil

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.

Shouts and battle cries mixed with the agonized screams of the wounded.

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

The scent of iron filled the air.

And above it all, she heard him.

Her father.

“Hold the formation!” the king bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

“Do not let them separate you!

They fight in unison, break their rhythm!” The soldiers, battle worn but loyal, adjusted their stance, closing ranks.

Their movements were precise, disciplined, trained by years of war.

But it wasn’t enough.

The assassins were monsters.

Nnenna pressed herself against the wall, heart hammering, as she finally laid eyes on them.

Three figures moved like shadows, weaving through the battlefield with terrifying ease.

Their attacks were merciless, calculated slashes that cut down trained warriors as if they were mere insects.

Their movements were too fast, too fluid.

They didn’t waste energy on unnecessary strikes.

Every attack had purpose.

Every kill was efficient.

Even from where she stood, Nnenna could see the growing frustration on the king’s face.

“This is absurd!” he spat, parrying an attack before cutting down an approaching enemy.

“They are only three!

We are dozens!

How are they holding us back?” One of the commanders, bloodied but still standing, stumbled toward him, his voice strained with disbelief.

“M-My King…” the man panted, gripping his sword tightly.

“These… these are not ordinary assassins.” The king’s eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean?” The commander swallowed, his hands trembling slightly.

“They’re the Black Veil.” The words echoed like a death sentence.

Nnenna’s body went cold.

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

His sword, slick with blood, tightened in his grip.

Around him, the generals and commanders exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes betraying the fear none of them dared to voice.

The Black Veil.

They weren’t just assassins.

They were the end.

One of the generals, an older man with scars across his face, took an unsteady step back.

His voice, usually strong and commanding, was barely above a whisper.

“This… this is a mistake,” he murmured.

“The Black Veil does not take contracts unless…” “Unless they are meant to be carried out,” another general finished grimly.

“Completely.

Without failure.” The battlefield, once filled with shouting and steel, seemed to close in with a suffocating silence.

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

Nnenna could see it in their eyes.

The hesitation.

The fear.

Because they all knew the truth.

No one escaped the Black Veil.

Not kings.

Not emperors.

Not the most fortified cities.

Once the Black Veil took a contract, the only outcome was death.

Her stomach twisted as the commander’s words replayed in her head.

“These are not ordinary assassins.” Of course they weren’t.

The Black Veil wasn’t a guild or a brotherhood, it was a force.

An ancient, merciless order that had existed for centuries, its origins buried in blood and shadow.

Its members were not simply trained; they were forged.

Initiated through the Trial of the Veil.

Nnenna’s breath came faster, but she forced herself to stay hidden as the king spoke, his voice laced with tightly controlled rage.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Do not speak that name unless you are certain.” The commander swallowed, his face pale despite the blood streaking it.

“My King… I would not say such a thing lightly.” He looked toward the three assassins, still weaving through the battlefield, still cutting down soldiers like they were nothing.

“I have never fought them before.

Only heard stories.

But their movement, the way they kill—” He exhaled shakily.

“I am sure.” A chilling realization settled over the room.

If this was true, then their chances of survival had just plummeted to nothing.

Even if they doubled their forces, even if they fought until their last breath… The outcome would not change.

Because the Black Veil did not fail.

Even if they managed to kill these seven, more would come.

Nnenna’s nails dug into her palms, her thoughts racing.

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