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Third POV

Axel gulp as he look at the window. "Believe it or not, dissapointed or angry... One of the 5 Royal Knights that I brought is a traitor." he thought while looking at the documents of Calista's detail ambush.

He heard a knock on his door to reveal his personal attendant. "What is it Kal?" Axel asked while looking at him with his tired eyes.

Kaleine walk towards him as he put the letter on Axel's table. "Your highness, someone sent you this letter. It has no name." he said as Axel sigh and nodded afterwards. Axel ask him to leave as he nodded and leave his office. Axel take the letter and starts to read it.

╭───── • ◆ • ─────╮

Dear His Highness the
Crown Prince...

I don't want to waste
such useless words so
I'm getting to the point.

I know that your
beloved fiancee,
Lady Calista Tresor
is recovering from
her recent attack.

And do you know
what that means?

It means 'Death'

Perhaps there's something
more as to why the
assassin would stab
her on the shoulder
and didn't kill her,
I know what's the
reason because that
assassin is one of my man.

I just want to let you
know that
someone special
did this shortcut for me.

And the sword that
stabbed Lady Tresor's
shoulder has a...

poison on it.

But don't worry!

None of the doctor
you call would
notice that she's
been poisoned and
would continue to
say that there's
nothing wrong
with her! It's quite
the most rare and
special poison I got.
The poison that even
the best doctors
wouldn't notice.

But even so, every
poison have the
antidote. And I have it
to make the poison
completely disappear.

But of course, it wouldn't
come cheap. So I want to
have some kind
of deal with you.

Come to xxxxx alone
three days from
now at xx:xx. If I find
out that you
brought someone
with you, then
don't expect that
your fiancee would
survive any time soon.

╰───── • ◆ • ─────╯

Axel grit his teeth and clench his fist in anger. "Bastard... Who the fuck is he!? Dared to play with the Imperial Family!" he thought as he torn the letter into pieces.

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