The Lady Gangster’s Mission For The Prince

He stood up straight as he pulled the sword from his belt and pointed it at her. It took a few seconds before it started to move; it was fast and seemed skilled in using a sword, and every time it moved, there was strength, so there was a chance that she could not cross the sword with her two wooden sticks in its ordinary form.

With a chance, she was able to bring out the special form of her two wooden planks of wood and the mysterious man retreated slightly. It stared into her eyes and suddenly looked at the two sticks she was holding. She heard it laugh softly, and based on its laughter, the mysterious person standing in front of me was a middle-aged man. She was surprised at what he did and was ready to rush when he raised his sword and pointed it right at her face.

“The end is near; the truth will be known. In the next few days, the truth will gradually come out. Be careful until the last fight,” said the mysterious man before running and jumping on the balcony of Adira’s room.

Adira was left wondering while dumbfounded and frowning.

“What does that man mean? Should something happen in the next few days, and also, could he be the mysterious man who was at the palace gate in the past?” She was very confused by the people wearing black clothes.

Meanwhile, the mysterious man was already far away from the palace of Stalwart Castle, but he stopped at a big tree and leaned. He took off what he was wearing up to his arm and saw the wound that was still bleeding to this day.

“Good, young lady. I didn’t feel your weapon hit my body. Confirm, I am not wrong,” he said before running away and going to the dark part of the area, where he was almost invisible because of his black clothing.

While Adira hid her two sticks under the pillow again. She frowned at the foot of the bed when she saw another red rose. She was surprised and took it immediately. She opened the drawer next to her bed, but the rose she saw earlier was still there.

“That means someone entered the room while I was sleeping, but maybe that guy didn’t put it in because he was the only one who suddenly entered here? I can’t even imagine that it was General Agustin; it’s impossible.”

She put the rose back in the drawer, and she doesn’t care if the petals wither or rot because she doesn’t know who puts them on her bed.

“There are a lot of things to suspect; various servants also come and go in and out of her room, and she doesn’t even know if it’s safe to touch because she might be distracted for a moment, and it turns out that the touch of the rose is poisonous.”

Adira was about to mess up her hair, but she remembered that she hadn’t let her hair down before going to bed, so she removed the tie from the end of her hair and combed it. Her straight brown hair is almost up to her thighs; it’s not black; Adira’s hair is naturally brown. She closed the door out of the balcony before lying down and sleeping as if nothing had happened.

While Adira will sleep again, Prince Dylan is still awake. He just lay down and closed his eyes, but sleep did not visit him, so he got up and looked under his bed, but when he was looking for the letters, he could not find a single one.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

He frowned and looked for the letters again, but he couldn’t find them. “Where are the letters that are here? They can’t be lost,” he said. He was restless, and even though there was a lot of clutter under the bed because he was looking for the letter, he didn’t know anything.

He sat down, and his eyes were restless with so much nervousness. “Who took it?”

The letters that Adira got were well hidden by Prince Dylan because of their messages. When he first receives a letter from someone, he doesn’t know because he can only see the letter on top of his bed. He ignored it before and didn’t pay too much attention to it, but after a day went by, he decided to hide it under his bed. All the words written in the letter are just reminders to be careful, and that’s what Prince Dylan is wondering about because no one wants to hurt him. It’s just that Prince Damon and Dylan don’t get along very well, but it didn’t cross Prince Dylan’s mind that they might be implying that the reason to be careful is because of Prince Damon.

“Add to my mind the letters that were lost, and I don’t know who took them.” He closed his eyes and ruffled his hair.

It can be seen in the prince’s eyes that he is tired, and because of his red eyes, he needs to sleep. He is facing many problems now as if everyone around him is against him.

When he opened his eyes, there were tears in his eyes. “Father, can you wake up from your slumber? I can’t take what’s happening anymore, and I don’t want to think that you won’t get better, because I don’t want to be left alone, even though there are so many people around me here in the palace.” Prince Dylan had tears in his eyes as he held his head with both hands and bowed. “Please don’t let go now, I need your help.” The tears in his eyes slowly fell to the floor.

The prince did not know that General Agustin was peeking at the door. He stared at the prince, who also had tears in his eyes, before closing the bedroom door.

The next day, Prince Dylan woke up with swollen eyes from last night’s excessive tears. He also slept restlessly in bed because of the sadness he felt last night.

He left his room and went to the dining table. He ate alone before going to his father’s room. He saw that King Stephen was still sleeping soundly.

He came closer and noticed that the size of his father’s weight had been reduced, and his cheeks were almost bruised because he was not able to eat food. Only the contents of dextrose flow through its body. He frowned when he noticed that his father’s lips were purple. He brought his face closer and examined it closely, and he was surprised because he had only now noticed his father’s lips. If he visits his father, he always stops at his feet, so he didn’t immediately notice his lips turning purple.

“I’ll just talk to the doctor the next time he comes here,” the prince said to himself before leaving King Stephen’s room because he also had to prepare for Prince Damon’s arrival.

While Adira was still very sleepy while wearing the soldier’s outfit, they had to line up while Prince Damon walked to King Stephen’s throne and paid tribute to it.

“If I could just sleep, I’d do it instead of paying tribute to that prince.” The morning made her blood boil every time she thought of him being chosen by Dylan to temporarily hold Stalwart Castle; if only she could confront Dylan, she would have done it, but it’s not possible.

There was a loud noise from outside, so before Adira left her room, she first looked at the hallway, and without Dylan around, she went out and went to the visitor’s place, where the king’s throne was. Adira simply lined up with the soldiers because she was the only one who was not there. It is also remarkable because there is still space for one person, so if Adira doesn’t line up with the soldiers, Prince Dylan will surely be confused.

“Pay homage to the prince of Valiant Castle!” said General Agustin near the door of the palace.

She slightly moved forward and looked at the palace door; only her eyes moved, and she could see the prince of Valiant Castle. It was wearing what a king would wear, and it was wearing a crown, but it wasn’t King Stephen’s crown, so her eyes moved again to look at Dylan, and she saw the king’s crown in a glass jar in a transparent box while on the edge of the throne.

“That means Prince Damon wasn’t allowed to use the crown either,” she smiled at the thought. The soldiers raised their swords, and she was still a little behind. She hoped it didn’t go unnoticed.

Prince Damon walked slowly with a serious face, but when he was halfway across from Adira, he stopped. Prince Dylan frowned at what Prince Damon did because he shouldn’t have stopped walking to the throne.

Prince Damon turned to Adira himself. He stared and suddenly gave Adira a small smile that surprised her, so she blinked her eyes several times because she couldn’t react. After all, that’s not a soldier’s habit.