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Three days after Freya was thrown into the cell, Arthur was attacked. As he was taking a look around the palace, trying to calm his nerves and put himself together, an arrow crossed the side of his face, leaving a cut on his chin.

His lips agape, he touched his chin and it was bleeding slightly, so he wiped it off with his cloth. Turned to his left, and then on the ground, it was the arrow shot at him on the floor, so he picked it up.

His eyes narrowed when he read what was written on it, and then he recalled that Freya had lost two of her arrows on that day.

“She didn't do it!” his fist clenched. When he looked up, he caught Flarry on the rooftop, targeting a gun towards him this time. “That assassin again?” he shook his head. “This isn't his mask, he must be the one that fought me that day.” he took to his heels, heading towards the rooftop.

As a well-trained Alpha, climbing the rooftop wasn't hard for him, and the moment he reached there, he saw no one.

“He flew, I wonder when I wi