They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System-Chapter 433: Trying to Assassinate Her?

The boldness collapsed.

Jana’s eyes flew open. Her lips parted in horror.

What have I done?

What have I done?!

The realization hit her like a slap. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the arrow hurtle toward its target.

Nnenna, completely unaware of the danger, stood perfectly still. She was too focused, too immersed in refining her technique. She didn’t even feel the shift in the air as the arrow sliced through it.

She didn’t see the horror widening in Arthur’s eyes from behind.

She didn’t hear the gasps erupting across the practice ground.

She was seconds, no, heartbeats, away from being struck.

Just as Nnenna steadied her arm for another shot, a blaring siren exploded in her head.

DING! DING! DING!

"Incoming danger! Incoming danger!

Do you consent to spending 2000 Good Points to protect your life?"

Her heart slammed into her ribs. The sudden alarm nearly made her drop her bow.

What?!

But the tone of the message, the urgency in the system’s voice, she wasn’t joking.

Whatever was coming... was deadly.

She didn’t hesitate another second.

"I consent!" she shouted in her mind, the words escaping almost as a reflex. Her body snapped into alert mode, the kind of instinct she never knew she had suddenly taking over.

As soon as she gave her consent, a strange energy wrapped around her, soft but firm, like invisible arms preparing to move her.

She gulped, trying to stay calm.

Her thoughts raced:

Two thousand Good Points? That’s... that’s quite alot!

But it didn’t matter. If the love system needed that much to protect her, then she had no time to argue.

Something, or someone, was trying to harm her. And it was serious.

Her instincts screamed at her, but she stood perfectly still, waiting. Trusting.

The system is acting... I’ll be fine. I have to be.

Time seemed to slow.

Nnenna hurriedly looked around, heart racing, trying to spot the danger that was urgent enough to cost 2000 good points.

Then, her eyes caught it.

From the west side of the field, an arrow was slicing through the air, fast and silent like death itself.

Headed straight for her face.

Her pupils shrank. The world seemed to freeze for a second. It didn’t seem to be a stray shot, it was aimed with deadly precision.

She couldn’t even react properly. Her limbs tensed, but her body didn’t move.

The love system was just about to act when

Snap!

A strong hand shot out and snatched the arrow from mid air, barely a meter away from her face. In the next breath, the arrow shattered, splinters raining to the ground.

Nnenna gasped, stumbling a step back as adrenaline surged through her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mind replaying how close she had come to death. Even if the love system would have acted, she had rarely ever been this close to danger.

Her eyes slowly turned to the one who had saved her.

Arthur.

He stood in front of her now, not as a cold and aloof prince, but as a shield. His face was dark, stormy, and the broken pieces of the arrow were clenched tightly in his fist, veins popping along his wrist.

There was a chilling silence.

The expression on his face wasn’t just anger.

It was rage.

Deadly, quiet rage.

Whoever had dared to try this... they weren’t just stupid. They had signed their own death warrant.

Arthur had been completely absorbed.

He watched her, Nnenna, every movement drawing his attention deeper. Her grace, the fluid way she moved, the elegance that came naturally to her.

Her posture was improving with every shot, her stance steadier, sharper. Even the way she narrowed her eyes in focus was beautiful.

She was utterly captivating.

Arthur didn’t often indulge in watching people, but something about her made it easy to forget himself. Her concentration, her seriousness, it was... fascinating.

He had just decided to bend closer and offer a quiet compliment, something along the lines of "You’re doing very well", when a sharp sound cut through the air.

Whizz...

A whistle. Faint, fast, and familiar.

At first, he ignored it. His mind was still hazy, caught in her rhythm. But then, his trained ears caught the increasing pitch, the approach.

The sound was wrong.

Dead wrong.

He looked at Nnenna’s face, intending to speak, and froze.

Her expression had changed.

She was no longer calm or focused.

Her eyes were wide. Panic had replaced poise.

Arthur’s gaze sharpened instantly.

The sound was too close now. Danger was seconds away.

Without hesitation, and without even turning his head, Arthur moved.

His left hand shot out like lightning, fluid and instinctual. His fingers wrapped around a speeding arrow.

He felt the dangerous force behind it. Aimed to kill. His grip tightened.

Crack!

The shaft snapped like dry wood.

Fragments rained to the ground.

Silence followed.

Arthur’s eyes were cold now. Cold, but burning. He slowly looked down at the broken pieces in his hand, then turned toward the direction the arrow had come from.

Someone had tried to harm her.

Someone had dared to try it right under his watch.

His grip tightened further, pieces of wood digging into his palm.

Unforgivable.

Once Arthur caught the arrow, his eyes narrowed sharply. His anger flared, not just because someone had the nerve to disrupt his thoughts, but because of what he now held in his hand.

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And judging by the angle it had flown from, it was aimed straight for Nnenna’s face.

His gaze darkened. Shadows stormed behind his eyes.

Was someone... trying to assassinate her?

Snap

That single crack when he broke the thick arrow into pieces was loud enough to silence nearby chatter.

Heads turned.

Gasps followed.

Students who had been practicing a moment ago now froze in place, their eyes wide as they stared.

There he stood, Prince Arthur, their calm, cold, distant instructor, holding the broken remains of a lethal arrow.

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