At night, Freida lies in bed, but as soon as she closes her eyes, Eli's appearance comes to mind.

She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and Iseti, who was sleeping next to her, seemed to be woken up by her, sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Sorry to wake you up. Freida touched Isetti's head.

"What is my sister thinking?" Iseti rubbed her eyes and lay down obediently in the crook of Freida's arm.

"Thinking about today's events. Freida said truthfully.

"My sister is thinking about my brother. Iseti in her arms laughed evilly.

"Nope. She immediately denied it.

"My sister likes my brother. ”

"What do children know... Hurry up and go to sleep. When Freida heard her say this, the more she wanted to deny it, and she rubbed Isetti's hair perfunctorily twice, and when she achieved her goal, she didn't say anything more, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Like... ?

Freida thought about Eli's appearance, and suddenly it occurred to her that he had said that someone had tried to poison him with flowers.

In the killer world, there is a woman named Stygian Flower, who is good at using flowers to stab, and her movements are agile, and she can easily escape even if she misses.

But just two years ago, she failed in her mission and was discovered by her target and killed.

Stygian Flower was directly shot to death, and there were no other injuries on her body, even if it was abrasions.

In other words, her target faced such a powerful Stygian Flower, and it only took one blow to kill her.

Could the goal of the Stygian Flower be...

Could it be that the last time Master Shan saw the Stygian Flower shoot directly, he ended up like that, and this time he planned to let her contact before acting?

As she thought this, she suddenly felt a chill in her body.

Freida's mood at the moment is very complicated, perhaps because people are more sensitive at night, she thinks of Eli, she will be happy, and she will suffer from gains and losses.

But when she thought of the Dark Flower, she was very scared.

She admits that she is not as good as the Stygian Flower, which is why she is more worried about what she will do if that person is really Eli.

No, maybe it's not Eli? There must be a lot of talented people around him, maybe butlers, maybe subordinates.

Thinking like this, she felt better, but when she recalled this feeling, she was very apprehensive.

Her mission was to kill Eli, not to have a relationship with him.

Between them, one is the unreachable warm light in the sky, and the other is the dark shadow under the rainy eaves.

It's good to end the mission quickly.

After that, they continued to play as usual, except for instructing Eli in swordsmanship, they never went out together again.

It's just that Eli is more enthusiastic about Freida than she was before, always trying to get close to her.

Freda did the same for Eli, she had been trying to win his affection and trust these days, and when he was busy and sometimes unable to conduct classes, she would give a rough estimate of the strength of his men, or go to the person who had taken her commission to ask if there was any eyebrows about the matter.

Twenty-one years had passed, and she could understandably be difficult to investigate, but she had enough patience no matter how long it was.

But when she asked again today, the other party told her that she had some definite clues, and that she would investigate further, and her whole heart seemed to float.

But this good mood did not last long.

When I went to Eli's house again to teach, it was surrounded by officers and soldiers, and the entire Third Avenue was covered with red carpets.

There was a golden carriage parked in front of Eli's house, and it looked so luxurious that it would take six horses to pull it.

Eli was standing in front of the carriage, and instead of wearing his usual clothes, he had changed into a short red shawl and a white suit.

Before getting into the car, he saw Freida who was blocked by officers and soldiers, smiled and waved to her, and then said a few words to the housekeeper next to him and got into the car.

"Miss Freida, from today onwards, you are a swordsman who only belongs to His Highness, and we will handle the termination of the relevant contracts in other martial arts halls for you, and I hope you can do your job well in the future. The butler stepped forward and said to her.

"Your Highness?"

"Soon you will understand, and someone will meet you later. Without much explanation, the butler turned and left.

Later, Freida saw through the official newspapers issued throughout the city that Eli was originally the king's son in the people, and now that Eli had grown up, the king took him back to the palace and announced the appointment of the crown prince.

"But I still have Iseti..."Freida hurried home, but saw that Iserti was gone, and a letter was stuffed in the mailbox, Iserti said that a woman who claimed to be her sister had come to her, hoping that Freida would not be worried.

Everything seemed to be arranged.

Although she felt helpless, she was helpless, fate insisted on pushing her to go, and she had to walk on thin ice in the future.

Receiving the order of the herald, she was taken to the palace, where she learned the etiquette of the palace and tossed for more than a month.

By the time Eli met him again, he was a stranger to Freda.

The young man, who always maintained a gentle smile on weekdays, was looking at some document like water at the moment, but when he saw Freida coming, he reverted to his old expression and invited her to sit down.

"Your Highness. She saluted.

"When it's just the two of us, don't worry about that, teacher. He blinked, as naughty as ever, and looked at Freida in palace clothes: "You look good in men's clothes too." ”

"Thank you. She forcibly endured the corners of her mouth and guarded those strict etiquette: "I wonder if His Highness has practiced swords well recently?"

"I've been so busy lately that I haven't practiced once, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach it again. He shook his head, looking regretful.

"It may be a little rusty, but there is no need to start over, and please show me your swordsmanship. ”

"No matter how serious you are, I'm going to tickle you, the kind that doesn't allow you to laugh. As he spoke, he stepped forward, but she hurriedly pushed him away.

"Childish ghosts. Although she was afraid that she would be scolded by the ceremonial officer for seeing this, she was still more worried about the problem in front of her and immediately changed her words.

"That's right, let's go, let's go to the garden. Eli pulled Freida on a trot.

He hadn't seen Freida for a month, and he was somehow very anxious, but seeing her today made him feel better.

He dragged her up to a lion fountain, and then picked her up in the air—

"Are you scared?"

"Childish, naïve, let me down, if Miss Celebrant sees me, I'll die—" She slapped him on the chest, and he laughed twice, very proudly, and when she put her down, Freida immediately looked around and was relieved to make sure that there was no one else.

"Eli, I think you should learn to respect your elders first!" she said angrily.

"I've finally seen Freida on weekdays, and your face was so serious in the hall just now... I'm about to become Miss Ceremonial. He followed her example and tapped the tip of her nose.

The separation did not seem to distance the two, but made them miss each other in their hearts.

Eli pulled Freida to sit down: "It's a beautiful view here." ”

She sat beside him, and her heart was bumping into a fawn.

I really want to ask, what should I do if I like the target I want to assassinate?

He sat beside her, his mind unsettled.

I really want to ask, what should I do if I like a killer who comes up to assassinate me?

Unfortunately, not every question in this world has an answer.

She wanted to be the person he liked, and she could easily get it.

He wanted to be the one she liked, so he could cut the roots here.

But it seems, we both overestimate ourselves and underestimate each other.