Chapter 388: Pursuing The Princess
It was well past midnight, and the rain still poured heavily outside.
"D*mn it! D*mn it! D*mn it!" Derek’s scream reverberated through the cramped, worn-out room. The two men, fleeing the mansion just in time to evade exposure, sought refuge in a tiny inn on the outskirts of Gantz.
The small window offered only the view of darkness and rain, with occasional lightning flickering brightly in the surroundings for mere seconds.
Escaping by foot earlier that afternoon, they had just secured this modest room for the night. The room was meagre, with low-quality, aged furnishings—a decrepit bed, table, and cupboard—and was dimly lit by a nearby wall lamp.
Water droplets fell to the wooden floor from their soaked clothes. The damp chill made them shiver. However, the downpour had fortunately washed away their tracks just in time for them to evade the pursuing Knights of Gerhard.
Enraged, Derek shoved the small table beside the bed, sending the brass kettle and glasses on it clattering to the ground with a loud noise.
"What did you expect me to do?! We’d be dead by now if we hadn’t escaped in time!" Brone retorted.
"Didn’t I remind you that my stealth magic loses its power upon contact with a Ro’an descendant’s skin? Couldn’t you have been more cautious?" the mage berated.
"I didn’t know it was her! You were just as clueless as I!" the Bargesian leader yelled back.
Frustration and anger mingled as Brone slumped his body onto the bed. His prominent figure caused the wooden frame to creak.
"Anna Adhemar..." Derek clenched his hands in contempt. "It was you all along! My instincts were right!"