The Villain’s Aide Has Run Away - Chapter 88.1
Crown Prince Kailos’s voice trembled slightly.
The Crown Prince was never part of the chamberlain’s plan. What prince would personally come to greet his aide?
“Did you know?”
Had he known everything and simply delayed the time? The chamberlain ground his teeth and glared at Leslun.
Leslun met his sharp gaze calmly from inside the carriage. He had not expected the Crown Prince himself to come, but there was no need to explain that.
Kailos looked at Leslun sitting beyond the shattered window. The glass shards on his shoulder gleamed faintly.
His eyes hardened.
“I’m asking because I don’t understand. Who dared to lay a hand on my man?”
Though his tone was calm, his eyes were like raging waves. The chamberlain instinctively stepped back.
“Stop.”
At Kailos’s low command, the sound of a sword being drawn came from behind him. It was Robin, the aide.
Usually, Robin stayed a step behind the Crown Prince, like a shadow. But today was different. Leslun found it strange to see Robin scanning the surroundings with a sharp gaze.
Were there no other allies? He looked around but saw no one else.
“Step back.”
At Robin’s warning, Leslun retreated. The carriage was narrow, but he moved as far into the corner as he could.
When the chamberlain had tried to seize him earlier, he had stepped forward on purpose, but now he would only get in the way. Avoiding the fight was the best help he could offer.
“Protect me!”
The chamberlain knew it was over if the Crown Prince caught him by the collar, so he stepped back. The fight began in an instant.
Robin pressed his body against the carriage door beside the window and swung his sword. A man countered with his own blade. Sparks scattered as steel clashed.
As their swords ground together, Robin suddenly lowered his stance, breaking his opponent’s balance. When the enemy’s sword deflected outward, Robin seized the opening and struck.
He sliced his opponent’s side and immediately turned toward the next attackers. He darted between them, his blade flashing, and the swords aimed at him were knocked aside.
Robin’s swordsmanship was not merely skilled—it was astonishing. It was hard to believe this was the same aide who used to wear white gloves and keep everything pristine. His eyes were sharp, like a beast’s.
He looked less like an aide and more like a well-trained knight. In that moment, Leslun understood why Kailos often traveled with only Robin as his guard.
Leslun stared blankly at Robin for a moment, then looked around for Kailos. Where was he?
Could he have been hurt while Leslun wasn’t looking? It was dark and hard to see beyond the window.
“Leslun, don’t move.”
A knock sounded on the carriage wall, followed by Kailos’s voice.
Thud—an odd noise followed.
Something heavy fell by the door. Leslun instinctively scooted away.
Was it the chamberlain? Was he trying to take him hostage to escape?
Before he could decide what to do, a dull crash rang out.
The door handle snapped off entirely. The hinge tore like paper, and the door dangled loose.
Creak—then the door was pushed open, and a man stepped inside.
It was Kailos.
He was an ally who had come to rescue him, yet facing him made Leslun feel strangely uneasy.
Kailos looked at him and smiled.
“I thought you’d run into my arms. Are you too moved to speak?”
“Perhaps I’ve forgotten how to be nervous.”
“What does that mean?”
Kailos approached him. His movements were slow and relaxed, yet they carried an unshakable pressure.
Leslun swallowed the thoughts he couldn’t say aloud.
‘An ally more dangerous than the enemy.’
He had almost forgotten because the man had been so sweet lately—like sugar melting on his tongue. But now, he was reminded of who Kailos really was.
Though he was the one who came to save him, there was something overwhelmingly intimidating about him.
He felt like a villain standing on the side of good. And somehow, the role suited him perfectly.
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