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Chapter 224 - 224 She was the Target!

Chapter 224: She was the Target!

Chapter 224: She was the Target!

She had always thought the stories were exaggerated.

Legends passed down by cowards who wanted to make their enemies seem larger than life.

But now… Now, she could see the truth for herself.

And it was far worse than she had ever imagined.

She tore her gaze away from the bloodshed, trying to silence the panic creeping into her chest.

Think.

There has to be a way out of this.

But then, another voice broke through the chaos.

The queen.

For the first time, Nnenna saw something she had never seen in her mother before.

Terror.

Queen Chioma’s hands, usually adorned with elegance and grace, trembled as Abuchi supported her seeing her unsteadiness.

“If they’re here…” she whispered, “if the Black Veil was sent…” Her breath hitched.

“Then that means someone paid them to kill us all.” The realization sent a ripple through the room.

The Black Veil did not act on whims.

They did not kill out of hatred, revenge, or personal grudges.

They only moved when a contract was sealed in blood.

Which meant… Someone, someone powerful, had ordered the complete annihilation of the Lionara royal family.

Nnenna’s pulse pounded in her ears.

If the Black Veil had been hired, then their fate had already been decided.

The only question left was who had betrayed them?

Her stomach twisted as fear clawed at her chest.

If these assassins were as unstoppable as they were described, then… they were all going to die here.

Her breathing grew uneven.

Why?

Why would assassins of this level be sent after the royal family?

Who could hate them so much that they’d go to such extremes, hiring a group so deadly, so impossible to escape?

Her thoughts spun wildly.

The Black Veil isn’t cheap… A contract with them would cost a fortune.

Even the wealthiest rulers of the most powerful kingdoms in this continent would struggle to afford them.

Did someone really spend that much money just to wipe out her family?

But why?

What kind of grudge could justify this?

The why didn’t even matter anymore.

What mattered was that the situation was only getting worse.

The soldiers were dying, one by one, slaughtered like cattle.

The Black Veil’s assassins moved through them like ghosts, swift and efficient, leaving bodies in their wake.

The scent of blood filled the air, thick and suffocating.

And they were getting closer.

Closer to the king.

Closer to the royal family.

Nnenna swallowed hard, her throat dry.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she looked toward the royal hall, where her father and the others stood.

She could see it now, the realization sinking into their faces.

Even the king, a man who had ruled with unwavering strength, looked shaken.

The remaining four assassins, having finished off the last of the soldiers that had been resisting them, moved in swiftly.

Their presence was like a death sentence, reinforcing the two who were still cutting through what little defense remained.

It was a massacre.

Blood pooled across the once pristine marble floors, the air thick with the metallic scent of death.

The clash of steel had faded, replaced only by the sickening sound of blades slicing through flesh and the final, gurgling breaths of fallen warriors.

No one could handle such a sight.

Not even the king, a man who had seen countless battles in his lifetime.

His grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles white, but even he could not mask the horror in his eyes.

Nnenna, still hidden, barely dared to breathe as she observed the carnage from her concealed position.

But just as she was trying to steady her shaking hands, something happened, something that made her blood run ice cold.

One of the assassins turned to her.

At first, she thought it was a coincidence, maybe he was just scanning the battlefield.

But no.

His gaze locked onto her.

Directly.

It was as if he could see through her disguise, as if the veil she had carefully worn to blend in as a servant meant nothing to him.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Then, for the first time, an expression flickered across his usually unreadable face.

His eyes widened.

He said something in a low, urgent voice.

The other assassins, deadly, unstoppable, completely composed even in the face of slaughter, turned to her all at once.

The shift was immediate.

One second, the assassins were cutting down soldiers without mercy.

The next, they had completely abandoned the king and the rest of the royal family, all of them turning toward the lone girl standing in the shadows.

The realization spread like wildfire.

The king’s eyes widened in shock.

The generals, already pale from witnessing the slaughter, seemed even more shaken.

Even the remaining royals, who had been certain they were the targets, stared in confusion.

Why?

Why had these assassins, known for never failing a contract, suddenly lost interest in killing the king?

Why were they all looking at Nnenna?

The air grew thick, suffocating.

Then One of the assassins vanished.

In a flash of movement too fast for the eye to follow, he appeared right in front of her.

Before she could even react, he yanked the veil from her face.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, three more assassins followed, moving in perfect synchronization, pulling back her hood, adjusting her stance, confirming, without a doubt, exactly who she was.

“Nnenna!!” The king’s panicked voice boomed through the hall the moment her face was fully revealed.

And then… something changed.

The assassins who had been eerily silent, mercilessly efficient, suddenly stopped moving.

Their expressions, once unreadable, shifted into something else.

Recognition.

Understanding.

Confirmation.

And then, like a wave, a heavy, oppressive aura filled the space.

The very air around them darkened, as if death itself had descended upon the palace.

They had found their true target.

The king and the rest of the royal family stood frozen in disbelief.

What was this?

Why Nnenna?

Nnenna, her heart pounding violently in her chest, took a shaky step back.

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