Following the total defeat of the assassins on the second-floor storeroom, their leader was starting to grow impatient outside.
She frowned.
Why would a trivial matter take them so long to investigate?
She didn't understand nor could she figure out what these people were doing and was getting impatient by the minute.
As an assassin, the thing that mattered the most was efficiency.
But it had been such a long time since they entered, yet they had not returned.
"Were they ambushed?"
As soon as this thought came up, it was immediately ruled out.
The probability was zero.
Even if the princess' teacher came, he could destroy the baron's castle with ease.
Moreover, if they had the intention to kill a person, they could even kill the princess' teacher without much hassle.
"What on Earth is this incompetent lot doing? Could they be slacking off?"