“Usually, the one who strikes first wins. Maybe I should nip this in the bud so they can’t pull any tricks again. And while I’m at it, I should look for Dasha too.”
Enrique was in a real bind.
Normally, he should’ve hurried back to the Holy Emperor’s side and reported immediately. With assassins likely to swarm soon, he needed to urge them to leave the village quickly.
“Wait, Your Highness. Just a moment—”
“No time for that. I’m going. Follow me or go back, do as you please.”
As Prince Morres began preparing to run, tying the small lamp securely, Enrique had no room left to hesitate. He couldn’t just let the prince chase after assassins alone, without a shred of fear.
‘If I had my way, I’d knock him out and drag him back, even if it meant committing lèse-majesté…’
Glancing at the prince with that thought, somehow, he was met with a fierce glare in return.
—Wanna die?
His senses were sharp beyond measure. Who on earth did he take after, really?
‘I guess stopping the prince with my strength alone is impossible.’
As his survival instincts as an assassin dictated, Enrique meekly lowered his eyes and bowed his head.
“…I will accompany you, Your Highness.”
At the same time, he began rationalizing fervently in his mind.
Yeah. It’s better to follow the prince here. I…