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The sound of running footsteps echoed through the long empty hallway. A panicked facial sharpener illustrates that something big has happened and is very important.
"Braaac!!" (The door sounds were forced open)
The two men who were in the room were shocked and immediately stood up from their seats.
Seen a panicked person with sweat dipped closer and bowed respectfully.
"Sir.pardon me who has been presumptuous. But this is bad, something happened to Miss. He is attacked by the Red Dragon, a hitman from the Dragon guild. They belong to the Shaden family"
"What!!" (Sound in unison)
"What about Naz?"
"Miss is fine with her young master's bodyguard and servant. He is currently in the mension of a lowly nobleman in Brilane. They sent a message past his men and this..?!"
The butler of the Kley residence showed a handkerchief with Nazyela's handwriting on it.
Adrian Kley recalled that the handkerchief he gave to his sister when he came home from another country as a gift. The man then grabbed the handkerchief and read aloud the contents of the writing.
Anyone who has read this message, my father and brother are fine. Some days I'll be in Brilane. I want to say that Shaden's family tried to kill me. Sir. Yukil is hurt, I will let you know when you want to come back. Then pick me up.
"Dad... Is this the same as declaring war on us?!"
Adrian looks very angry.
"Can't be allowed to dare they try to kill my daughter. Call Kruf here with our best knights?!!"
"Good sir"
Immediately the butler resigned himself to carry out the orders of Mr. Histon.
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The mension prince Jongya.
Sir. Yukil gets treatment from Jongya's personal doctor as well as Nazyela and Nakuna. They plan to return when Sir's. Yukil has started to improve and can travel a long way.
Security at the ministry has now been tightened. The Red Dragon members are all dead. They must have been furious and remembered that they could have found the mension let alone the person they hunted to be there. It didn't take long after Nazyela sent a message to her residence. Guards from the Kley nobility were brought in to increase the number of their men. Grenades were sent a box of crates in case of a raid back by the Dragon Guild.
In a room, two girls seemed to be seriously talking. Nazyela asked for an extra bed to be provided so that Nakuna could always accompany her. The events they experienced were not things that could be considered ordinary. The fear is still approaching. This was a world full of surprises for Nazyela. Luxury and dreams that had only been imaginary he could enjoy living in this world. But all of that is equivalent to the life fight he went through here.
Never once did he imagine himself injuring others or even killing. But in this world it is like a wonder woman who does not fear the enemy. Although the body shakes and the fear that envelops his whole heart and mind, but in order to be able to breathe the air tomorrow, all that he was overcome with determination.
"Miss... does the lady feel that the prince is different from the Queen?"
Nazyela looked at Nakuna and looked at the girl deeply. He thought about the meaning of the question posed by his servant.
"Well, I don't know for sure if he's right or if he's just trying to get close to me to get political support from my family"
Right..no I deny he did captivate my heart. But I don't know for sure what his goal is, whether it's because of politics or because he's interested in me. Hmm.ambigu.
I need to stay alert.
"I'm sorry this sassy lady, but I judge your majesty the prince is very different from your queen. If that is true, miss.... love each other how about your noble queen and great lord. Will they both give you blessing? Everyone in this country knows how her noble step-sister the queen"
Well. You're right again Naku, one of these reasons is enough for me to fret. But I have a way of dealing with this.
"We'll see later"
Nakuna seemed to think occasionally looking towards Nazyela.
"Sleep.your wounds are more than mine. I'm gonna take a walk for a second"
Nazyela got up from her bed, looking for footwear and was about to catch some wind by taking a short walk.
"But this lady is already very late, and we don't know if there is a stampede at any time?! I'd better go with miss"
"No, you rest and look at this I'm holding my magic bag. Inside that nightstand I also put some"
Nazyela pointed to the nightstand near Nakuna's bed. The magic bag Nazyela was referring to was a bag he always carried with him that contained grenades.
"Well, miss. And beware..."
Said Nakuna who looked a little worried about her nona.
Nazyela smiled and replied with a nod. The girl died in her bedroom.
He stepped slowly while looking at the displays and paintings on the walls of the small hallway. When visiting for the first time, he did not have time to look at the contents of the Mession.
His steps stopped at one of the large paintings showing a woman sitting looking ahead.
"Do you like this painting?"
Nazyela was surprised to hear the voice of someone right behind her.
Nazyela looked down respectfully after knowing the owner of the voice.
"You haven't slept?"
" It is better to appear with a noble sign, if you do not want this mension destroyed and your body scattered"
Jongya digested Nazyela's words he saw the girl holding a dangerous bag in his opinion. The man swallowed his saliva.
Naturally, the bag was taken everywhere considering they were still in a state of alert.
"It turns out you always carry it. Well. there's no harm in always being on guard. But you're really mean"
Jongya chuckled after saying that.
Nazyela did not respond to Jongya's jokes. For him he had been stunned by the fierce assumption towards him. The girl then looked back at the painting in front of her.
The new chapter knows that I am fierce. There are noh. some also say I was fierce in the world before.
"Hem.. Her name is Monalisa, I don't know who she is. This painting's been in this house since I was a kid. My grandfather said the same thing. This painting has been here since he was a child"
Jongya did not know much about the history of the painting.
"So this painting is full of mystery?"
Of course, this is a monalisa painting that is famous all over the world. OMG.I can see it here. If in my world must go to the Louvre Paris museum first can. How much money do you try to get there.
This is if you sell how much money this is...
Nazyela's eyes seemed to sparkle looking at the painting. The soul of the matrenya is turbulent. Jongya who saw the expression of the girl could not help his curiosity.
"You look so happy.. "
"of course. This painting is so beautiful"
"Come here, you can see the others again"
Jongya reached out his hand and grabbed Nazyela's hand and clasped tightly. Nazyela fell silent and blushed. But he did not refuse the prince's invitation. They then went down the hallways in the Missions.
"Do you want to hear my story?"
Nazyela walked over and looked at the man.
"It is an honor for me that your majesty trusts me to listen to this glorious story"
"Well, where should I start? I have a father who is a king and a mother of a tyrant queen. Also a half-brother"
Nazyela...
"If that I know too. It seems like your highness doesn't really want to tell the story of your life"
Jongya smiled seeing Nazyela chuckle.
"No. I really want to tell you a story"
"Well.well, I'll listen while sitting in that chair, my legs are getting tired around this house"
Nazyela's advice then sat down in a chair near them.
Painting: Mona Lisa
Artist:Leonardo Da Vinci
The 16th century ca. 1503-06 continued until ca. 1517
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