"The enemies of this country?"
At just fourteen years old, Nefertari Vivi was already a princess with a strong sense of responsibility. She had loved and valued her country since childhood, but recently, she had noticed that Igaram, her father, and many others no longer looked as happy as they once had. So, while chatting with Igaram, she had coaxed some information out of him.
Vivi widened her black eyes and looked at Igaram. "Who are they?"
"We don't know. We haven't been able to find out anything at all, except that they're a group of criminals."
Igaram shook his head, looking troubled. He was the captain of the kingdom's guards, after all, yet he had failed to uncover even the identities of some ordinary criminals. It was embarrassing to admit.
"It's impossible to gather information from outside, and if we keep investigating, we'll only endanger the country's safety. Those people are absolutely brazen. Right now, they're just gathering funds... Princess Vivi, what are you planning to do?"
The corners of Vivi's lips lifted as she asked, "Igaram, you know what I'm thinking, don't you?"
"I have absolutely no idea. I need to get back to work... Who are you? How dare you trespass in the palace!"
Igaram suddenly looked toward the window and shouted in alarm, but Vivi kept her eyes fixed on him. Had she been seven, Igaram might have fooled her, but she was fourteen now.
"Igaram, that trick doesn't work on me. You haven't been able to fool me since I turned eight."
Before Vivi could finish her smug remark, Igaram pulled her behind him. Then, his face tense, he went into combat mode. Several gun barrels suddenly emerged from his unusual curls, pointing straight at Karn, who had appeared beside the window.
"Calm down. I'm