Beautiful Scar

Chapter 32

Scarlet immediately sprinted towards the lying body.

No, no, no, n—

"Scar!" Fina called out to her and then gasped. She saw it too.

But Scarlet's attention was only at the frail body in front of her.

She quickly turned Martha's body.

Checked her breath and her pulse.

Please God please...

She let out a breath of relief.

Thank God, oh dear thank God. A short prayer of thankfulness to control herself from shaking.

She checked again around her, tray of food had spilled onto the floor and onto Martha's uniform.

No signs of visible bleeding. She couldn't determine if there was any bloodstain in the dim light.

If God forbid, dear Martha was stabbed, she would've known. But it seemed their elder maidservant might just be knocked out unconscious. Or fainted from fatigue.

But the latter was unlikely. She just knew it by instinct. Fina had caught up to her.

Ignoring her friend, Scarlet immediately kicked the door to Prince Dylan's chamber.

And he was awake, waiting it seemed. But he was definitely not expecting the Lady Captain to grace his front door.

Scarlet grabbed him by his loose shirt, fuming.

"You!"

"Oi, what do you think you're doing?" he raised his hands, didn't intend to fight her but still irritated by the Scar Captain's temper and midnight interruption.

But Scarlet loosened her grip on him. She saw something else. Someone else. A shadow gliding past the Prince's window.

She let Dylan go and hopped onto his bed and leapt outside the window, dashing across the castle's rooftop.

She stopped once. This time she would end it.

The dark robe, the speed and fluid of the culprit. The intruder.

She felt familiar.

It was the same assassin working for Dylan's Mother. The one who attempted to kill Fina. The Queen who enabled it and her heir who they were housing him in.

They thwarted the attack last time. But they never seemed to be able to catch the perpetrator.

The night air was cold but Scarlet was running across, her body warm despites the thin nightclothes and flimsy coat she wore. She didn't have any weapon except herself.

If she had to strangle the criminal, she would. Martha could've died.

Her friends could've died.

She would deal the consequence later.

What Dylan saw after Scarlet left him, as his door opened ajar. The Princess holding onto her unconscious dear elder maidservant.

It shocked him. And something hitting him on his conscience.

He staggered on his knees. The weight of his guilt.

He caused this, didn't he?

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The Warrior Studies was busier today. Affiliated departments and jurisdictions representatives rushed over after hearing the news.

It was time for the Warrior Councils.

How convenient. Thought Scarlet.

The timing of the interception and on the nearest days for herself and other Captains to embark overseas.