An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 1821

Atticus wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and could still feel the fear within him. It was a good thing they left first.

He was fortunate to have his royal guards sacrificing themselves to buy him time. If that assassin got any closer, they might just end up being captured alive, just like Draven and Mortimer.

If that happened, all their efforts would go down the drain, and they might even lose their status and lives.

“That’s weird. When did the monarchy acquire such a skilled fighter? Even a few thousand soldiers couldn’t stop him.” Ignatius frowned, lost in thoughts. According to their investigation, the monarchy had two skilled fighters- Jaxon Steele and Albert Horst.

Albert Horst was held captive by Julius Rhys, and Jaxon Steele was on the battlefield. Even if there was another elite team hidden in the castle, the Four Northern Sovereigns wouldn’t be caught off guard. The assassin was the only factor that was beyond their expectation.

It wouldn’t be an issue if it was a normal assassin. However, the assassin was too powerful. He was so skilled that he could easily behead them despite the troops surrounding them.

The terrifying sense of doom was beyond what Albert Horst and Jason Steele could instill. It was a serious threat for them.

“I think we should report this to Grand General Rhys as soon as possible. We must be very careful. This assassin is too powerful. If he was on a mission to behead us, we wouldn’t be able to prevent it!” Atticus said with a grave expression.

“That’s right! Contact Grand General Rhys immediately. We’ll ask him to quell the battle himself with his troops. We must use this opportunity to kill the assassin. If not, we’d be in a lot of trouble!” Ignatius said in a low voice.

“Right away!” The royal guard on the passenger seat heard the order and immediately took out his phone to send a message.

Suddenly, the driver stepped on the brake. The tires skidded across the road, leaving four long tire marks.

Atticus and Ignatius jolted forward in the car, and their heads slammed against the back of the front seats.

“What’s going on? Why did we stop?” Atticus massaged his head, sounding annoyed.

“Sir, there’s someone blocking the road ahead!” The driver pointed to the front.