Recalling yesterday's peril, Duke Jonathan still felt lingering fear.
He had underestimated the bandits' bizarre methods.
Before dawn yesterday morning, assassins sent by a group of bandits had somehow bypassed the layers of security inside and outside the camp and approached the central tent where he resided.
Had Phil Black Orchid not possessed extraordinarily keen senses and detected the assassins' killing intent ahead of time, those bastards might truly have succeeded.
Afterward, judging by the corpses, those assassins turned out to be elite members of the Shadow Poison Assassin Alliance, an organization that had vanished ten thousand years ago. Every one of them was a Tier 6 [Shadowfall Watcher].
There were not many of them, not even enough to form a squad.
Yet their infiltration abilities were exceptionally strong.
They far surpassed the scouts of the same rank personally trained under Duke Jonathan's command.
These [Shadowfall Watchers], born from a powerful assassin organization of the previous era, possessed formidable assassination abilities.
If they had truly gotten close to the main tent, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
This also showed just how troublesome and brazen those bandits were.
If Duke Jonathan died here, the entire situation in the Avalon Kingdom would likely be rewritten.
The territory that had belonged to him would be fought over by several other dukes.
His royal brothers and the great nobles would swarm in like hyenas that had caught the scent of rot.
At that thought, Duke Jonathan's heart grew increasingly grim.
He had a bad feeling—about this place, and about those bandits.
Duke Jonathan could not help but begin to ponder.
Did the victory won with such great fanfare still hold any value?
At this point, it was neither the Church nor his illegitimate son Carter, who had been holding him back, that had