The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

"So far, most of the major intelligence organizations in the city are willing to provide us with intelligence, but there is one major organization that has not cooperated. They may have intelligence."

"What intelligence organization would dare not cooperate at a time like this?"

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Inser's attention was drawn to it, and then he frowned at the spy's words.

"The dance of seductive glances, you know their leader too, it's Miss Mackashti."

……

As Maginus entered the box, Inser also arrived at the Lusty Lips Ball with an impatient expression. He stepped down from the luxurious carriage, looked up at the pink sign, and clicked his tongue.

The oppressive aura emanating from her caused those who were about to enter the tavern to stop in their tracks. Upon seeing the young lady's expression and the family crest on the carriage, they immediately realized that she was not someone they could afford to offend and chose to take a detour.

Before she could engage in such shady dealings for long, a glamorous black-haired woman emerged from the tavern, flashing Inser a captivating smile: "Miss Inser, what brings you here?"

"...I have something important to discuss with you." You wouldn't know why I'm here?

While inwardly cursing the man, Inser maintained a respectful and serious demeanor as he spoke. McKesti smiled and moved aside, allowing the girl to see inside the doorway:

"Then please come up with me to discuss this further, Miss Inser. By the way, could you please ask your carriage not to block the tavern entrance?"

The young lady waved for the carriage to move aside, and then entered the tavern with Mackay. Along the way, no one dared to provoke Inser. She kept glancing at the black-haired lady beside her, growing increasingly wary.

Shortly after the army entered the capital, Inser told her father about the existence of this underground Black Widow. Ebeslut also went to see her, but after coming out, she just told her daughter with a serious expression not to provoke this mysterious woman.

"Do you have any information about Maginus, the red-haired girl I was with at the theater? If not, I hope your intelligence network can help me find her."

On the way, Inser brought up the matter he wanted to ask her to do, but McKesti remained noncommittal, her smile unchanged: "Let's talk about it when we get to the private room."

Inser...

Upon seeing the two people approaching, Maginus's composure finally wavered.

Does he still love her?

The girl was unaware that the complex emotions she once felt had been completely overwhelmed by pure resentment and murderous intent.

But Maginus couldn't act. She knew that if she did, she would only die, and reckless revenge would bring nothing.

Suppressing her murderous intent, Maginus lowered her head and stepped aside to make way for the two women. As they passed by, she could even feel their gazes fixed on her.

The emaciated figure did attract Inser's attention slightly; she even felt a sense of familiarity.

However, she was currently preoccupied with the whereabouts of Maginos and was completely unaware that the person she was looking for was right in front of her, assuming that the sense of familiarity came from the red hair.

This happened more than once or twice. Whenever Inser saw a petite figure with long red hair on the street, she would always walk up to see if it was the princess she was looking for.

When Inser looked away, McKesti's gaze remained fixed on him, a rather amused smile playing on his lips, until he had walked away before turning his gaze away.

……

Have I been discovered?

The gaze that had been watching her disappeared, and Maginus wondered if her identity had been exposed. But if it had, why didn't Mackaysti just tell Inser directly?

Feeling confident that she hadn't been discovered, the girl quickly retraced her steps, finding nothing unusual all the way to the slums, before finally relaxing completely.

Back in the house, Jack, who had returned early, looked tired and somewhat worried. He nodded to Maginus, who responded slightly, before sitting down and closing her eyes to think.

She can leave this dangerous place in twelve days.

The money my brother gave me is enough; the protector should be able to be taken out. I must protect myself during this time…

After confirming that she was alright, Maginos decided to stay indoors and not go out to do anything else to ensure that she would not encounter any other trouble.

Hopefully, the twelve days will pass safely, and nothing serious should happen.

The girl thought to herself that the enemy's divination magic must have failed her; she had been staying motionless in the house, so surely no one else could find her.

Maginus's idea was good, but unfortunately, plans don't always go as expected. What stopped her from leaving was not her enemy, but another group of guys.

Chapter 47 Chaos at the Bottom

The Cavino family residence.

In a beautiful manor, the owner, Francis Cavino, leisurely sipped his black tea, surrounded by his men. Notably, all of them had white marks on their arms.

That's right, Francis Cavino is the man behind the White Hand Gang. All the members here are high-ranking members of the gang, and even the leader of the White Hand Gang has come here.

As for why a knight or a minor nobleman would have connections with the underworld, the reason is simple: the White Hand Gang can make money for him, and he can act as their protector.

The reason Francis Cavino called all his members to his home was because he had learned in advance of some troublesome news for the city's gangs, which is why he gathered them all together.

"According to reliable sources, Duke Xiling of Ebes hopes to reduce the number of gangs in the capital and wants you small gangs to obey the command of the big gangs."

A burly man with pale arms and a grim expression, Cole, the leader of the Whitehand Gang, immediately sensed something was wrong upon hearing the bad news.

Nobles like Francis would naturally not interfere too much with underworld gangs. Currently, Cole has enough control over his own gang, but this is not necessarily the case if it is swallowed up by a larger gang. Both his autonomy and the wealth he has gained will be greatly reduced.

"My lord, is the duke planning to send soldiers to help with the integration?"

Cole respectfully inquired about his protector, Francis shook his head: "The Allied forces won't be involved. It's mainly being carried out by some big gangs in the city. But even so, Cole, you can't stop them. If you ask me, you might as well join one of those big gangs."

"Thank you for the reminder, sir, but I think we can still think of a way."

Cole verbally thanked his protectors, but inwardly he was skeptical of the news. He couldn't be sure if Francis had been paid by the three major gangs to say that.

"..."

Francis narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have seen through Cole's thoughts, but didn't shatter the gangster's illusions. He reminded him once and then didn't bring it up again, pushing the bag of gold coins in front of him back to the Whitehand Gang leader.

"No need for money. From now on, let's go our separate ways. You can go find other people who are willing to protect you."

Colton, who had initially been skeptical of the news, widened his eyes. When he saw that the miser in front of him refused to accept the gold coins, his heart sank. He calmly put away the bag and quickly left the manor with his men.

He was starting to believe the news was true.

……

Upon returning to a small hut where the gang's top brass had gathered, Cole immediately inquired about the situation from various sources. The results gave him a sense that something terrible had happened, and the truth seemed to be true.

Some small gangs and factions without the protection of nobles have quietly decreased in number. Several gang leaders he knew have disappeared without a trace. The streets where they lived have been taken over by large gangs. The lower-level members of the small gangs have changed sides without even knowing anything about it.

Medium-sized gangs like the Whitehands, which can manage several streets, are not in any immediate problem. However, through conversations between their leaders, Cole discovered that nobles who are on good terms with them are also issuing similar "ultimatums," urging them to join larger gangs.

A few days before Walker entered the royal cemetery, Cole secretly held a meeting with the gang leaders to discuss whether or not to disobey the nobles' orders.

Yes, they were still thinking of disobeying orders, mainly because the nobles had said that the army would not be involved.

"Damn it, are you really willing to give up everything you've fought for all these years?! We climbed to this position with great difficulty, and these bastards from enemy countries want to steal our fruits of labor? Dream on!"

A somewhat thin man slammed his fist on the table, angrily denouncing the gang leaders present as national traitors and "enemy troops."

Before the interests of these gang leaders are infringed upon, foreign armies are naturally not considered enemy forces; but once their interests are violated, the national spirit immediately rises.

"There's no point in cursing here. Are you planning to fight a big gang? Even if the military doesn't get involved, it'll be difficult."

"If we unite, it's not impossible!"

The gang leaders present had different expressions. In fact, they also had this idea, but not for the sake of the gang's savings. How could a gang have such a thing? They just wanted to bargain with the big gang.

Cole shared this idea, and when someone suggested that everyone unite, he immediately chimed in, "That's what I think too. The White Hand Gang is the culmination of my hard work, and I would never be willing to hand it over so easily. What about you all?"

Having confirmed that everyone present shared the same opinion, the gang leaders exchanged glances and reached a consensus. Driven by self-interest, they quickly prepared to go to war with the major gangs, forming a simple alliance of offense and defense, hoping to increase the value of their gangs through this.

Back in Maginus, waiting for the twelve-day deadline to leave the capital, Cole listened to his subordinates' reports and was quite satisfied with the battle situation.

Just two days after the gang alliance was formed, all the mid-sized gang leaders with connections immediately learned that the news was indeed true, and the large gangs had begun to take action against them, the smaller gangs.

The incident originated from a friction between lower-level members of two gangs. What was originally just a personal feud between two individuals quickly escalated into a full-blown conflict. The larger gang launched a major offensive against the medium-sized gang, which was unable to withstand the attack and was forced to retreat in defeat.

Knowing the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold," the allied members immediately went to help, and as a result, they blocked the attack of the large gang. However, the matter continued to brew, with the large gang launching attack after attack, and showing no intention of talking.

However, the balance of power in the battle unexpectedly tilted in favor of Cole's allies, with the medium-sized gangs winning every battle. The allies were surprised to find that the large gangs weren't actually that strong.

This boosted everyone's confidence, and they were even thinking about launching a counterattack, as was his thought.

"By the God of Thieves, I thought large gangs were so powerful, but they're nothing special."

A slightly smug Cole chuckled coldly, and his men nodded in agreement. Just as they were daydreaming about the future, a somewhat sinister voice suddenly appeared in the room:

"If it weren't for the need to wipe out all of you ants in one fell swoop and prevent you from destroying the assets we could acquire later, would you really think you could win?"

"who!?"

Startled, Cole turned around and saw a black light.

Chapter 48 Back to the Sewers

The White Hand Gang headquarters, once a clean meeting room, was soon covered in blood. A man in a black bodysuit wiped the blood from his dagger with someone else's hand and asked without turning his head:

"What's the situation like elsewhere?"

He was a high-ranking member of the large gang War Axe. The attack on the White Hand Gang and other gangs was premeditated. It wasn't just War Axe members who led the attack; other major gangs also sent people.

They are operating simultaneously in various locations today in order to best protect the assets that will belong to the gang. The White Hand Gang's territory is the territory that this black-clad assassin will be able to take over.

That's right. The fact that the alliance with the mid-sized gang was going to be evenly matched was not because they couldn't win, but simply because they saw it as something they could have easily taken, and therefore didn't want it to be destroyed by its former owner.

A thief jumped in through the window and leaned down to report, "Sir, things are going very smoothly. We are gradually taking over everything from the White Hand Gang."

The assassin turned to look out the window; the sun was setting and night was approaching.

……

"Speaking of which, things haven't been very peaceful outside the slums lately. Several gangs are fighting, and even the White Hand Gang has gotten involved."

Maginot sat blankly in her own corner, while several people her age chatted quietly beside her.

Upon hearing them say that gangs were fighting, the expressionless girl began to wonder if she should leave the house.

But before she could do anything, Mallory's obese figure suddenly appeared at the gate, looking very flustered, as if something was chasing him.

Ignoring the other children's stares, he rushed into the study, making a rummaging noise, and soon came out with a large bag of things.

Before the others could figure out what was happening, Jack, who had invited Maginus to join them, immediately stood up to follow Mallory. Seeing the situation, the children asked, "Boss Jack, Lord Mallory, what's going on...?"

Before Jack could speak, Mallory impatiently explained, "The Whitehand Gang is gone. Other gangs will come to take you over. Get out of the way!"

Mallory pushed aside the child blocking her way and ran out of the room. The other members of the thieves realized something was wrong and left to wander around and observe for a while before making any further moves.

Maginus made the same choice. The rules between gangs are different. The White Hand Gang's management of the slums is very loose. If she were in the care of another gang, it would be troublesome if she were put under surveillance.

Leaping out of the house, the girl stood on the street and walked straight toward the mass grave. She had already planned that after leaving, she would hide in the sewers there and spend the rest of her time there.

However, she hadn't gone far when the sounds of fighting came from behind her. The girl turned around and saw Mallory at the end of the street, having dropped his belongings and was fighting with a guy about the same size as him.

Jack, who was following behind him, had been subdued by many people and was unable to move for a while.

Seeing this, the people who came out of the house did not go to help, but instead scattered, not wanting to join other gangs without knowing why.

Maginus did the same. The expressionless girl glanced at the subdued Jack and continued on her original plan without hesitation.

"Quickly, go and bring them back! Those runaway brats are all War Axe's property, your descendants!"

The burly man fighting Mallory roared, and his men scattered and began to seize people. One of them charged at Maginus, a confident smile on his face, and said to his companion:

"Hey, let's see who catches these kids faster!"

"By the God of Thieves, don't think you can catch the weakest and ugliest one first!"

The members of the Battle Axe laughed and rushed towards the fleeing child. The gangsters chasing Maginus let out strange laughs, seemingly wanting to see her look fearful. But seeing the guy in front of them still with that sour face, they suddenly felt underestimated and their expressions turned angry.

Maginus turned and ran toward the mass grave, her hands lightly touching her dagger as she considered how to kill her pursuers as quickly as possible.

The girl didn't make it to the mass grave in time; the gang members behind her were running faster and were about to catch up.

"Don't run away, kid! Our Battle Axe Gang will treat you well!"

Maginot couldn't detect any goodwill in the pursuers' tone. The map of the slums and her current location flashed through her mind. She turned her eyes slightly and slipped into the dark alley.

The rather burly gangster seemed not to have expected her to retaliate. He rushed into the alley without any defense, only to find not a hastily fleeing figure, but the girl's somewhat terrifying skeletal face.

The sudden attack startled the rogue. Two daggers were crossed and plunged into his neck. Maginus kicked him in the abdomen, using the force to pull out the daggers and turn away. The rogue, meanwhile, clutched his bleeding wound and convulsed on the ground.

Putting the dagger back at her waist, the girl stroked her cheek and looked down at her reflection in the ditch. At that moment, the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a sadistic smile.

By the time the other Tomahawk fighters arrived, his body was already cold. The team leader, his face grim, roared at his men behind him:

"A bunch of useless trash! Go find that red-haired brat right now! I'll make him understand the price of provoking me!"

It's not a big deal if a mere brat is hiding from pursuers, but for his subordinate to be killed by such a small brat is a complete disgrace to him.

As a newcomer to the Whitehand Gang's slum operations, the leader couldn't imagine his superior's reaction after learning about this.

The image of the indifferent man appeared in the leader's mind, and his body trembled, his eyes filled with terror and fear.