A moment before dawn, Warren's garrison camp was bustling with activity.
Mary was sitting beside a short table. The oil lamp on the table was the only source of light in the tent. Even though the lamp was lit to the max, the tent was still dimly lit. Especially behind Mary, because of the cover, there was a huge shadow.
King James VIII was still sleeping soundly on the mattress.
After Kieran repelled the first wave of Prairie riders yesterday, the old king almost fainted and fell into a deep slumber.
He was too tired.
Facing Jeanne James, the old king was exhausted.
The Prairie riders that followed also exhausted him mentally and physically.
In fact, ever since he arrived at Thunder Fortress, from the rebuilding of Thunder Fortress to gathering all the available forces, it was the old king who handled everything single-handedly.
Even with the help of others, the old king only rested for two to three hours in the past few days. It was even more exhausting to his already exhausted body.
Mary could clearly see that even in a deep sleep, her father's face was pale.
As if the flame of life was about to extinguish at any moment.
Mary furrowed her brows and pressed the blanket tighter on the man.
Although she still couldn't look her father in the eyes, she pitied him from the bottom of her heart.
He should be at the prime of his life but he was already old.
His whole life was like a puddle of ink.
Darkness was everywhere, there wasn't any color.
He wasn't happy!
Mary was very sure about that.
In front of her, he would just force himself to smile and when he was alone, he would sigh.
"The duty of a king?"
Mary muttered softly.
With such a living example before her eyes, the little girl instantly felt immense pressure.
King James VIII had informed all the A Close Official and advisors that she had become the rightful heir of Warren a day before the Prairie army arrived.
When King James VIII passed away, she would inherit the throne.
But …
The little girl was hesitating.
Looking at the king's expression, the little girl didn't feel happy about inheriting the throne, instead, she felt worried.
At that moment, she thought of Swusters Castle.
She wanted to return there, the place where she was born and grew up.
But right after that, Mary felt a heavy feeling in her chest.
She remembered.
Swusters Castle was also destroyed.
Her mother was also buried in the soil.
The girl's eyes reddened.
When she was alone, she took off the mask of maturity. She was still a child.
But she did not let the tears fall.
Because she knew that tears were useless.
Tears couldn't get her what she wanted.
It would only make her more miserable.
Mary grabbed the hilt of the [Thorn Sword], a relic that her mother left for her. Because of its weight and length, Mary couldn't use it normally, but with Kieran's reminder, she would carry it with her at all times.
"Communicate with the sword?"
"Experience the heart of the sword?"
Mary did not understand the meaning of these words, but that did not stop her from doing as she was told.
Because she trusted Kieran.
Because whenever she thought of Kieran, her heart would feel warm.
That kind of warm feeling made her ignore the loneliness and become stronger.
Buzz!
The sword in the scabbard buzzed.
It was unusually short.
When Mary wanted to confirm it again, it had already disappeared, making her think that it was just an illusion.
But someone didn't think so.
Amidst the hurried breaths, a figure appeared from the shadows, grabbing the [Thorn Sword] with one hand and Mary's throat with the other.
Mary was frozen on the spot.
As if she was scared out of her wits by the scene before her.
The raider let out a vicious laugh.
Too easy!
This mission was too easy!
Not only was it easy, but the rewards were bountiful!
Just look at the sword, it must be a legacy weapon!
"Give it to me!"
The unusual excitement in the attacker's heart made him shout out loud. His voice was a little sharp, but after a while, all that was left was a sharp intake of breath.
It was the type where the inhale wasn't much, only the exhale was.
Even the exhale was getting weaker and weaker.
A powerful palm had unknowingly appeared on the attacker's neck.
His slender fingers tightened, and the attacker was suffocated.
His face turned purple and his tongue stuck out.
However, it couldn't conceal the shock in his eyes.
"Why are you still here?!
Shouldn't you be lured away?! "
The attacker couldn't ask but the thought kept rumbling in his heart.
Mary stood up and walked over to Kieran.
"If Snake School only has such low intellect, no wonder they were eliminated by Folly!
"Kidnapping Bosco on a grand scale and bringing him to Lightning Fortress … Any normal person would have noticed something fishy was going on!"
Or do you think because of the Prairies natives, this place is in a state of panic, to the point where they can't even use common sense? "
Mary scolded the attacker.
The ambusher who was choked by Kieran couldn't answer at all.
The suffocation didn't just deprive the attacker of his mobility, it even put his life on the line.
Kieran looked at the captive in his hand, the doubts in his heart growing deeper.
It was too easy!
The situation in front of him was so simple that it was beyond his expectations.
Just like what Mary said, any normal person would have noticed something fishy was going on.
It didn't match an organization that was wiped out and reestablished itself in Riverdale.
It was more like a child's play.
"He is just a small fry, look at that naive leader!"
With doubts in his heart, Kieran grabbed the attacker and walked towards the back of the camp.
Mary walked beside him.
…
It worked!
As expected, the Warren soldiers had lost their judgment under the oppression of the Prairies natives.
Fanner looked at Kieran and laughed coldly in his heart.
Fanner was already thinking about how to turn the situation around, he never thought that Torstar's idiotic assassination would be able to find out the truth about the Warren soldiers.
It was too unexpected and a pleasant surprise.
"This time, I will …"
Fanner was still thinking about something in his heart.
However, his eyes widened right away.
What did he see?
Kieran!
Another Kieran was walking towards him.
Kieran was holding Bob in his hand!
Without a second thought, Fanner grabbed Bosco and headed towards the horses.
The mission had failed!
All that was left was for them to retreat safely!
Fanner had memorized the assassin's techniques and code of conduct in his heart.
That was exactly what he was doing.
However, 'Kieran' who was standing in front of him laughed.
Fanner who was holding Bosco as a hostage felt the world spinning around him. His sight turned dark and he stood there in a daze.
"Master!"
Bloody Mary bowed at Kieran.
Following Kieran's order, the demon disintegrated into nothingness.
The soldiers around, including Mary, were shocked by the scene. Their gazes at Kieran were filled with reverence.
Kieran felt the reverent gazes and walked towards Fanner.
"I need a tent!"
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