Obey Me

17. Attention

The Marquis of Vermont was imprisoned in the basement of the Grand Library of Pronoia. There is no prison for humans, but there were prisons for wild animals that were occasionally captured for experiments.

Chairman Temer and the scholars had never caught a man before, so handling him was very difficult. So, he decided to leave it alone until he gets an order from his superiors. Then he ordered someone to watch over the Marquis.

They had no idea that the person among them was an assassin planted by the Marquis.

"Stupid bastards."

The Marquis of Vermont clicked his tongue and grunted. His handcuffs and gags were loose. The assassin, who waited until night and released him, prostrated himself before the Marquis.

"Give me the order."

"What about the Legendary Lord?"

"We cannot detect any presence of him with our powers."

The Marquis of Vermont once again clicked his tongue.

"Then it's Kyrie Buchanan. If you want to take revenge on someone who doesn't even know about chivalry, it's better to tell him about the pain of losing something equally precious."

The assassin got up and handed the sword to the Marquis. Naturally, the Marquis of Vermont was an excellent knight from generation to generation.

"Kyrie Buchanan is on the top floor of the living area."

"Guide me."

The two assassins who returned after looking around joined them. When they saw the marquis, they bowed down, and then reported the scouts.

"The figure of the Legendary Lord cannot be seen. However, it was confirmed through the powerful maid who was in the kitchen that Kyrie Buchanan is suffering from a high fever."

"Good."

The Marquis of Vermont, who had been attacked by MarryAnne once, answered darkly. Because he was a knight, he did not have good compatibility with wizards or elves.

One childless father and three assassins began to move quietly.

The night in Pronoa was quiet. The wizards, the young men, left for the outskirts of the city to watch over the army of the Marquis of Vermont, who had lost their leader. Thanks to this, the Grand Library was not crowded enough to walk loudly down the hall.

The assassins who arrived in Kyrie's bedroom, which they had learned beforehand, exchanged hand signals. A man stuck to the door and carefully looked inside. There was no sound from the inside for quite some time. It was clear that Buchanan was sleeping.

It's quiet. Start.

The hand signal passed, and one of the assassins cautiously clasped the lock on the door. The door was not locked. By then the Marquis of Vermont felt a faint apprehension, but the assassin quickly opened the door.

The door opened without a sound. It was the exact opposite of the other doors of the Grand Library making unpleasant noises like an old building. They had no way of knowing that Nathaniel had someone lubricate the hinges and every corner of the door.

The room was filled with moonlight. It didn't feel like a dark night at all, but the inside of the room felt like a dreamy space separated from reality.

The first thing the intruders found when they entered the room with their feet lowered and silenced their footsteps was the room's owner, Kyrie Buchanan.

Even in her sleep, she had a cold face. But perhaps because of the heat, her face was red, sweaty, and the hem of her clothes was ruffled. The fact that a woman with her ascetic impression and her defenseless appearance made her look a little more playful on the contrary.