The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1174

Robin kept his arm around Shirley as they walked toward the waiting convoy, the world around them fading to the periphery of their quiet bond.

Mario, his voice simmering with rage, jabbed a finger toward Robin's retreating figure. "Simmond, cousin, kill him now!" His teeth ground together, fury painting his words with venom.

Simmond's laugh was hollow, distant, as if the very sound repelled warmth. "Mario," he said, voice cutting through the tension, "do you even know who he is?" He raised an eyebrow, his words sharpening with disdain.

"If he hasn't killed you yet, count yourself lucky. That man—" Simmond's voice dropped, low and menacing.

"He's the one who wiped out the Athroods last night. Divine Drakebane himself."

"If you want to drag the Hendelich family to ruin, go ahead and make your call. But you, Mario ... You're the kind of fool who'll end up dead at your own hand."

With those final words, Simmond turned sharply, striding toward Robin.

He caught up to him, his voice polite but commanding. "Mr. Ramsey, Ms. Dunn, if you please."

The three of them climbed into the general's car, the atmosphere thick with an unshakable tension, as the world outside seemed to slip into silence.

Simmond leaned forward slightly, his voice respectful and composed. "Commander-in-Chief Ramsey, General Reynold mentioned that you and Ms. Dunn were aboard this flight. I've arranged a banquet at Landorne Hotel in your honor."

He paused, a pleased glint in his eyes. "Before arriving, I sent my guards to bring Ms. Joanna and Ms. Eira from Landorne University. They'll be joining us shortly."

Robin turned his gaze to Simmond, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, their eyes locked, an invisible weight pressing down on the silence. Finally, Robin gave a subtle nod. "I appreciate your efforts, General Yates."

Simmond, sensing the unease creeping along his spine, gave a nervous chuckle. "Mr. Ramsey, I am more than pleased to have you here in Mecria. There's no need to mention effort or cost."

A knowing smile tugged at the corner of Robin's lips, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Is that so? Well, I'm glad to hear it."

Simmond stiffened, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

For a fleeting moment, he feared Robin had uncovered his true motives, and the realization left him with a lingering unease.

Robin turned his attention back to Shirley, his voice softening as he spoke.

"Once we meet Joanna, I'll tell her about our plans to marry." His words were tender, filled with affection. "We'll marry in Harmonfield, Draconia, this New Year."

"It's not the best reunion, being in Landorne, but it's a reunion nonetheless. You'll be meeting my family."

Shirley's cheeks bloomed with a rush of color, and she looked at him with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Robin," she whispered, a delicate tremor in her voice. "Now that you've said it, I'm a little nervous."

Robin smiled, his fingers brushing through her hair in a gesture both comforting and intimate. "What's there to be nervous about? When Joanna hears that you've agreed to marry me, she'll be delighted."

His gaze softened as he looked down at her, his voice quiet with affection. "After I've taken care of a few things, we'll head to Qacalisle Island. We'll live the life we've always dreamed of."

"When I return home, I'll bring the betrothal gift to the Dunns. I'll ask for your hand in front of everyone, and I'll give you the most romantic wedding the world has ever seen."

Tears welled in Shirley's eyes, and a smile broke through the veil of emotion.

She clung to his arm, as though afraid to let go, to lose this moment.

She leaned her head onto his shoulder, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a blanket. In a voice thick with tenderness, she murmured, "Robin, I'm so glad I met you in this life."

The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, before Shirley finally noticed that General Yates still sat in the car. A flush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks. She turned to him with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, General Yates. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Simmond's gaze wavered for a brief moment, his expression caught between concern and uncertainty. "Commander-in-Chief Ramsey, Ms. Dunn," he began, his voice steady but filled with unspoken resolve, "when the time comes, I will certainly be in Draconia, at Harmonfield, to congratulate you both."

Robin's laughter was soft, yet there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. "By then," he murmured, his voice taking on a quieter, more dangerous tone, "you may not have the opportunity."

Simmond faltered, caught off guard by the words. "Commander-in-Chief, no matter what happens, I will set aside everything. Your wedding ... I will be there. Without fail."

Robin leaned back in his seat, eyes half-lidded, a faint, knowing smile playing at the corner of his lips. "We'll see."

Half an hour later, the convoy arrived at the Landorne Hotel.

Simmond had ensured that everything was arranged. A spacious suite awaited them, prepared with meticulous care.

Following Robin's instructions, the security was kept discreet—barely noticeable—just a few of Simmond's own bodyguards stationed outside.

Only four plainclothes men remained close at hand, blending into the background.

Inside the suite, Joanna and Eira awaited, their presence a warm and familiar comfort.

The atmosphere immediately lightened, filled with a sense of shared history.

"Robin, Shirley," Joanna greeted them, her smile wide and inviting. "If I'd known you were in Centraline, I would've come earlier to join you. Ms. Eira and I both."

Robin, his arm still gently around Shirley, pulled her closer, his voice teasing. "Joanna, what do you think? My wife's beautiful, isn't she?"

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