In this Flame Realm, Andrew's most beloved girl was, of course, Barbara.
And the woman he feared most, or one might even say dreaded, was undoubtedly this female assassin.
Having just spent a day in bed with his beloved, part of his mind and body still immersed and unable to extricate themselves, Andrew suddenly heard the voice of his most dreaded individual, feeling as though a bucket of cold water was poured over him, experiencing an ice and fire duality.
He couldn't help but think, "She's actually in the Royal Court too? How... how can she be in the Royal Court?!"
The female assassin, like the king, was a War God level existence.
If she were also in the Royal Court, the negotiations and comparisons during the day, their side shouldn't have even had a sliver of a chance. With Catherine's assistance, she might face the king, but certainly not both the king and a female assassin of War God level!
"So this female assassin... is she afraid of exposing her own identity?"
