Stray

Adrian’s guess was pretty accurate. When the two armies of Alban and Willard clashed on the border, Ann had already arrived at the palace.

Well versed in the characteristics of Marshall Gallagher’s actions, the focus of the prince’s entire defense was to meet the enemy head-on. No one expected that the famous First Marshal would come out of the sewer with only one companion.

At the moment, Gallagher’s army was still pretending to be active outside the city, diverting their attention. Ann’s behavior had a wonderful effect— People who have seen the Royal Edict with their own eyes tend to be shaken, while the upper echelons who were not on the scene firmly believe that the woman who claimed to be Andrea Alastair was a fake.

Contradictory messages and quarrels were transmitted through communication crystals. Ordinary soldiers didn’t carry crystals that could record images, so the real-time picture transmission couldn’t catch the fleeting evidence.

While the generals of the prince’s faction were arguing fiercely on this point, the two ghostly temporary assassins had already arrived at the palace.

Ann raised his head, and her entire field of vision was filled with the familiar and unfamiliar magnificent building. The ancient castle stood in the middle of the royal capital, and the sense of oppression in the near distance was particularly amazing.

This was where she grew up, yet now she still didn’t like its aura.

“Let’s go, Mr. Mad Dog.” The wound caused by the broken sword healed under the spell, but the pain and cold, foreign sensation still lingered.

“You walk behind me, Your Highness,” Gallagher said in a muffled voice in the armor.