�Yes, thank you, Mr. Jam.�

The middle-aged woman put on a bitter smile.

�Who will be able to treat the sick if we are chased out?�

Jam�s heart was full of admiration for the priestess� dedication to the sick even as he prepared for another long and tiring day of work. He bowed to the benevolent priestess and headed out through the old door.

�Healer-nim, I�ll be careful and make sure that they don�t find out about this place.�

�Yes, thank you. Goodbye Mr. Jam.�

Creeeak, click.

The old door closed.

There was no one else coming to find her.

�You�re pretty amazing, you know?�

The middle-aged woman turned her head toward the source of the voice. She could see a person coming down the stairs from the second floor of the old house.

�It�s nothing, young master-nim. I�m just proud to be doing such good work.�

Cale snorted.

He spoke bluntly to the woman with a benevolent smile, the assassin Fresia.

�I think that you are full of vitality after doing some stealthy tasks last night for the first time in a long while.�

�Hahahaha, surely not.�

Fresia dodged Cale�s gaze with a slightly awkward expression on her face.

The assassin who sculpted the rabbit that resembled a guard dog from hell, did an excellent job imitating a benevolent priestess.

�You did a pretty good job writing the notice as well.�

In addition, she did a good job carrying out her original duties.

The notices from last night were the works of Fresia and her subordinates.

�The Imperial Prince is probably in a bit of a fix.�

Although the attention that the Empire�s defeat was getting from other countries was probably concerning to the Imperial Prince, it also probably wasn�t as concerning as the attention it was getting from within the Empire. That was probably why he tried to control the release of information about the war as much as possible.

However, his control was broken by Cale before he could even begin. JrNovels.com