Chapter 67: [no title] (1/2)

Without succeeding in one strike, the assassin naturally withdrew immediately, because any moment their identity could be revealed was fatally dangerous.

The ghost-like figure froze there for a bit. Evidently, they hadn’t thought that even without the commander of the Tempest Warrior Regiment, they would still fail. After standing there for a moment, they were about to leave immediately.

Reminder: (I had forgotten too oops)

Claire looked at the person covered in black and coldly humphed. “You want to leave?!” The next moment, numerous golden flameballs flew over. But the next moment, the black clothed person had already disappeared. The corridor had been riddled with holes from the flameball attack, the burnt odor filled the air. Such a large action naturally drew many imperial guards over. Princess Maurice and Katherine had also rushed over.

“No need to rush, they’ve already run away. It was the assassin from last time.” The second prince was already standing. Looking at the nearby Claire, he said, “Claire, you saved me. Thank you.”

Claire turned and looked at Nancy. “It was the assassin from last time?”

“Yes. This assassin’s skills are very high.” Nancy frowned. “Last time, luckily, I had the commander of the Tempest Warrior Regiment by my side. Otherwise, I would have lost my life already. The commander injured the assassin heavily, but also suffered heavy losses. The assassin actually recovered already. If you weren’t here today, I’m afraid he would have succeeded already.”

Claire fell silent because… she was familiar with the assassin’s figure! She definitely didn’t see wrong! It was him, definitely him.

“Claire, how did you sense the assassin?” Nancy saw that Claire was in a indescribable mood.

Claire turned and looked towards the worried Katherine and princess Maurice, ignoring Nancy. Instead, she grasped Katherine’s hand. “Mother, it’s alright now. No need to worry.”

“How did an assassin secretly get in?” Katherine’s face was a bit pale. She gripped Claire’s hand tightly. “Are you alright? Claire, did you get hurt?”

“No. Don’t worry, the assassin’s target was his highness, not me.” Claire consoled Katherine. These words were actually pretty disrespectful, but nobody dared to reprimand Claire’s rude words.

Once again, they went through the formalities, until in the end, Nancy accompanied Claire out the palace.

Standing at the entrance of the palace, Nancy watched Claire deeply, about to say something. But Claire turned and looked at Nancy and said coldly, “Your highness, I don’t care about royal power struggles, I only hope you don’t involve my mother. If my mother gets in danger, I won’t let it go. Please remember.”

Nancy froze. His expression changed a little, but he didn’t say a word.

Jean stood at the side, head lowered, also silent.

Just as Claire was about to go on the carriage, Nancy quietly called, “Claire……”

Claire turned and looked coldly at Nancy, her expression without warmth.

“Thank you for saving me today. Also, I promise, even if I get into deep trouble, I won’t let your mother be involved.” Nancy said, exceptionally serious.

Once she heard this, Claire stopped for a moment, her expression easing a bit. She said quietly, “I hope your highness remembers the words your highness has said today.”

“I will remember forever.” Nancy stared at Claire.

“Yes.” Claire nodded lightly, then turned around to the carriage.

Jean followed from behind. On the carriage, he abruptly turned to glance at Nancy. Nancy’s gaze was still on Claire.

The carriage slowly started moving. Claire leaned on the side of the back of the carriage, silent.

“Miss……” Jean started saying, wanting to say something.

“To my teacher, Camille’s house.” Claire closed her eyes and said coldly.

“At such a late time, you want to find your teacher?” Jean asked in confusion.

“Yes. I have some business with him.” Claire didn’t say any more and closed her eyes.

There was a flash of confusion in Jean’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he instructed the coachman to go to Camille’s house.

Camille’s house was at a quiet street. It was a white house surrounded by a white fence that was filled with green vines. Under the dim streetlight, it felt warm.

The carriage stopped. Claire came out, entered the courtyard, and rang the doorbell.