On the other side, after Anderson left the room, the local leader of the Temple Knights approached him and said.
“Your Highness, you are truly wise and mighty, capturing that young lady all by yourself.”
The Temple Knights here were unaware of Ainola’s identity as an assassin.
They simply thought the young lady was just an ordinary person.
And Anderson didn’t want to explain too much to them, merely nodding and saying.
“It’s fine, Michel. Prepare a vehicle for me. I’ll take this young lady back in a few days.”
“Yes, sir.”
Michel, the leader of the Temple Knights, retreated respectfully.
Judging by his expression, it was unclear what exactly he had understood.
After Anderson walked away, Michel spoke to his subordinates.
“You all, treat that Mistress with the finest food and drink. Don’t neglect her, or we’ll be the ones in trouble later.”
Michel had, of course, seen Anderson carrying Ainola into the bedroom.
Then, after some time, he saw Anderson emerge from the bedroom with a beaming smile.
If you tried to say nothing happened in there, who would believe it?
Regardless of whether this young lady would become a princess, just the fact that she had been favored by the Prince was enough to doom lowly soldiers like them who held no real power.
“Oh, right,”
Anderson suddenly remembered something, turned back, and said to Michel, “Remember to prepare two servings of dinner for me.”
“Yes, yes, of course!”
With that, Anderson finally left, and Michel became even more certain of his own assumptions.
“That young lady, whom His Highness cares so much about—don’t you dare neglect her.”
Several knights began bustling about.
Not long after, two steaming hot dinners were delivered to the door of Ainola’s bedroom.
Michel knocked on the door and called inside.
“I’ve brought your meal.”
“Come in.”
Ainola’s weak response came from inside the room.
When Michel pushed the door open, he saw Ainola handcuffed.
Seeing Ainola in this state, Michel quickly averted his gaze, unable to suppress a thought.
‘His Highness has quite the… interesting tastes?’
However, this was definitely not a scene to linger on.
Even though the young lady was fully dressed and not exposing anything, Michel didn’t dare look for even a second.
“I’ll leave the food here. Your subordinate will take his leave now.”
“Wait.”
Seeing Michel’s extremely respectful demeanor, a spark of inspiration flashed in Ainola’s clever little head.
Her bright, lively eyes rolled twice as if she had thought of a brilliant idea.
It was clear this knight didn’t seem to know the truth that she was actually just a prisoner.
He very naturally assumed Anderson had captured her for some unsavory purpose.
He might even think she was already Anderson’s woman.
Once she figured this out, the corners of Ainola’s mouth lifted slightly.
Her eyes filled with mischief and cunning, like a fox.
So, she crossed her legs, furrowed her brows, and said.
“Look at me. Can I eat like this?”
Ainola deliberately gestured to the handcuffs on her wrists.
As she spoke, her eyes held a dangerous glint.
Riding on borrowed prestige, she continued.
“Or do you intend for me to eat lying on the floor?”
“Uh…”
Michel was dumbfounded.
Only now did he recognize the handcuffs on Ainola’s hands.
They were the special handcuffs used by the Temple Knights to detain serious criminals, usually kept in the interrogation room.
Why were they on this young lady’s wrists?
‘They couldn’t possibly be used as… toys, could they?’
Before he could think further, Ainola immediately berated him with an imperious tone.
“The key to these handcuffs? Anderson couldn’t find it even if his life depended on it. Didn’t he mention this to you when he left?”
Ainola’s convincing performance left Michel unable to find any flaw.
He could only stand there dumbly, wanting to say something, but Ainola was faster.
She scolded him again with a raised voice.
“Hurry up and find the key! I’m hungry!”
This series of reprimands made Michel reply anxiously.
“Yes, I’ll go get the key right away!”
As a seasoned veteran, Michel was very skilled at reading situations.
In his view, the relationship between Ainola and Anderson was clearly not shallow.
She was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Sweating profusely from fear, Michel apologized repeatedly as he retreated from the room.
Not long after, he returned to the bedroom, this time with a set of keys in hand.
“Took you long enough. Is that acceptable? Hurry up!”
“Yes, yes…”
Faced with the imposing Ainola, Michel didn’t dare utter half a word of protest.
Once the handcuffs were unlocked, Ainola, without another word, sat at the dining table and began eating heartily.
She shoveled several mouthfuls of rice in succession, even going so far as to pick the chicken leg out of Anderson’s chicken leg rice bowl and put it into her own, not leaving a single piece of meat for Anderson.
Such domineering behavior made Michel’s scalp tingle, making him even more afraid to contradict any of Ainola’s commands.
“Alright, you may leave.”
Ainola waved her hand, dismissing Michel from the bedroom.
Once the bedroom was quiet again, the little fairy, Spark, reappeared beside Ainola and said in an admiring tone.
“Ainola, your mental fortitude is frighteningly strong.”
“Naturally…”
Ainola took another couple of bites of rice and said proudly, “After all, I’m in the assassin business. These are just basic skills.”
“I wasn’t praising you!”
Spark said helplessly.
“I mean, you’re not even trying to escape, and you’re staying here to eat? Isn’t that a bit too carefree!?”
Spark really didn’t want to comment on how Ainola could eat so contentedly in the enemy’s stronghold.
A normal person at this point wouldn’t have an appetite and would only be thinking about escaping, right?
“Nothing in this world is greater than a meal,”
Ainola said with her mouth full.
“Besides, I’ve been so poor these past few days I could only eat instant noodles. Now that I finally have a chance to eat something good, I definitely can’t pass it up.”
As mentioned before, Ainola, as a professional assassin, was skilled in all areas and had never failed a mission.
The only thing that could trouble her was one thing.
Poverty.
This word was like an inescapable plague.
No matter how much money Ainola earned as an assassin, what remained in her hands was always just a tiny bit.
“Sigh…”
Spark looked at Ainola, who was eating as if she’d been starved for years, and said helplessly, “Maybe you should just humble yourself and let Anderson take care of you. After all, in a way, that could also count as ‘taking down’ the prince of an enemy nation.”
But Ainola didn’t like hearing that.
She put down her bowl and declared with unyielding resolve.
“I’d rather starve to death, die outside, or jump from here than let Anderson support me!”
Having said that, she scooped another portion of rice from Anderson’s bowl into her own.
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