They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 195 - 195 Huge Mistakes

Chapter 195: Huge Mistakes Chapter 195: Huge Mistakes His eyes scanned the contents of the ssage.

And his breath hitched.

A cold weight settled in his chest.

It was true.

He had been on the wrong path.

His gut, his unshakable, battle honed instinct, had been wrong.

The realization was like a blade, sharp and rciless.

He had wasted so much ti.

He had been so sure.

So damn sure that Nnenna was the one, that Somto was keeping her identity a secret.

But in reality?

He had been the one lying to himself.

He had thrown away years of careful searching the mont he got a single clue that seed too good to be false.

He had abandoned every other lead, blindly chasing a shadow.

But worst of all?

He had wasted her ti.

The person who was truly out there.

Waiting.

And he had failed her.

That thought hurt more than anything else.

Arthur’s hands curled into fists.

No.

No more delays.

His mistakes had already cost too much.

He refused to waste a single second more.

Arthur’s expression was grim as he issued rapid fire orders to his subordinate.

The man hesitated for only a second, startled by the urgency in his prince’s voice, before bowing his head and rushing off to carry them out.

The night was silent, too silent.

The cool breeze that usually felt refreshing now seed unsettling.

Under the cover of darkness, Arthur and his entire entourage moved like shadows, slipping through the kingdom’s borders without so much as a whisper.

They vanished.

No one in Lionara noticed.

Not the guards at the castle gates, not the watchn stationed beyond the kingdom’s walls.

They ca as ghosts, and now they left like them.

Arthur’s mind was in chaos.

The truth he had uncovered gnawed at him, each thought sharper than a dagger.

He had been wrong.

So terribly wrong.

The path he had followed with unwavering certainty had led to nothing but a dead end.

His gut, his instincts, the very thing he had trusted above all else, had betrayed him.

And worst of all?

He had wasted precious ti.

His frustration boiled beneath the surface, but there was no ti to dwell on it.

He needed to move forward.

Fast.

In his urgency, he didn’t bother leaving a ssage for Carl or Somto.

He didn’t even consider telling Nnenna.

What would he say?

That he had made a mistake?

That all his attention on her these past few days had been for nothing because she wasn’t that person?

That he was now abandoning her again without a word?

No.

He left silently, like the failure he felt he was at that mont.

However, one of his subordinates, knowing the importance of courtesy, took matters into his own hands.

He hastily wrote two letters and slid them under the doors of Carl and Somto’s rooms.

But in the rush, it didn’t occur to him to leave one for Nnenna.

Later that night, Carl erged from his bathroom, his damp hair sticking to his forehead.

He sighed, rolling his shoulders as he walked past his door, only to pause when his eyes caught sothing on the floor.

A folded piece of paper.

Curious, he picked it up and unfolded it.

His sharp eyes scanned the ssage quickly.

His expression didn’t change, not even a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

“Figured as much,” he muttered, his voice laced with amusent and mild annoyance.

He stretched lazily before heading toward his bed.

“That guy is always so dramatic.” And with that, he lay down, utterly unbothered.

Carl had barely spared the letter a second glance.

Arthur vanishing without a word?

Nothing new.

If anything, what surprised him was the fact that Arthur even bothered leaving a note, well, not even in his own handwriting, which ant one of his subordinates had done it for him.

Typical.

Carl held up the note and scanned the words again, his brow furrowing slightly.

“I’m going to find her.” That part confused him.

Hadn’t Arthur been convinced that Nnenna was the one he was searching for?

He had acted like a man who had finally found his answer.

But now, just like that, he was gone, off to chase after his old leads?

Carl rolled his eyes.

What a waste of ti.

Well, at least now he wouldn’t have to share his little sister’s attention with so brooding, overly intense ice block.

Whether or not Nnenna was the girl Arthur had been searching for didn’t matter to him.

She was his little sister now, end of discussion.

Even if she ca from the lowest ranked kingdom in the world, it wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Arthur’s loss.

Carl crumpled the letter slightly before tossing it into the waste bin while still lying in bed.

The crumpled paper went straight into the bin.

A perfect shot.

— anwhile, in Somto’s room… The dim chandelier lights flickered as Somto stepped out of his study, stretching slightly.

His sharp eyes imdiately caught the slip of paper lying on the floor.

He bent down, picked it up, and unfolded it.

The mont he read the contents, a slow, satisfied smile crossed his face.

The next day was the annual royal hunting event.

It was a tradition where all the royals would enter the forest behind the castle, tracking animals for sport.

No creature was to be hard, only captured briefly before being released back into the wild.

It was ant to test their tracking, survival and so other skills, not their ability to kill.

Nnenna slipped into her hunting gear, one of the outfits Somto had given her.

The sturdy yet elegant attire suited her well, and as she stepped out of her chambers, she felt ready for the day ahead.

She made her way towards the back of the castle where the others had already begun to gather.

But the mont she arrived, she sensed it, sothing was off.

The atmosphere had shifted.

As soon as she stepped onto the field, conversations died down.

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