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Chapter 18 - The Identity of the Voice

Knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door of the annex.

Ian lowered the bed sheet he was lifting.

‘Who is it?’

It was incomprehensible.

Clearly, no one had come to this place in the future he had been through. At least not until nightfall.

Then, an unexpected person opened the door and entered.

“Pardon my intrusion, I’m here to help.”

“!”

It was just a servant.

It was also apparently the servant who was standing next to the head butler in the audience room before.

So Ian frowned.

‘Strange. Seeing the Duke’s and the head butler’s nature, there’s no way they will allow a servant to go help me.’


That was true.

The servant looked at the dusty Ian and broke into a smug smile.

‘I knew it, you’re struggling alone.’

In fact, the servant was none other than the assassin who came to kill Ian.

He was a ruthless assassin who had been hiding in the impregnable dukedom of Garcia early on.

Of course, it was not easy to infiltrate into the territory of Duke Garcia, although it took a long time for him.

And this time, after hearing the news of Ian’s return, he was given a new mission.

[There are rumors going around that there is one more heir to the throne. Be sure to get rid of the royal bloodline that Duke Garcia brought in beforehand.]

It didn’t matter if he was really a prince or not.

All that was important was that this little boy was the one brought by Duke Garcia.

‘This kid will surely cause a stir in the succession war.’

The king and other members of the royal family were unaware of the existence of this child yet.

It would never be known unless they continued to spy on Duke Garcia, who had lost his successor candidate.

So, before the king, who trusted Duke Garcia the most, noticed…

‘I have to get rid of him.’

There was hardly any difficulty.

This was the dukedom of Garcia, which had plenty of outstanding knights, but he had confirmed it for sure when he came here.

[Look at them. It’s the knights.]

[Come to think of it, they have training this evening, right? Has it started?]

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