I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 396: A Mysterious Mission and Story CG
The storyline of this game world is truly amazing!

At night, in front of a city gate in White Rock City, the black and white bear dressed in black looked at the tightly closed city gate twenty meters away and the Miniese soldiers on the city wall who were on guard duty but ignored him. He felt a strange sense of absurdity.

He now carefully recalled what had happened during the day that led him to this place.

At noon, Martha found him again and asked him to personally deliver the message to White Rock City.

"why?"

Monokuma was puzzled at the time. He was still recovering from his injuries and had no fighting ability at all. Not to mention putting on armor, he felt a sharp pain in his arm when he even swung his sword.

"Can't we find someone else?"

"You are different."

Martha seemed to have anticipated his reaction.

“You are different from everyone else… As long as you personally deliver the letter to White Rock City and stand with those… uh, ‘the right people’, White Rock City will immediately surrender to the Kingdom of Bagnia.”

The guards inside will lay down their weapons! This will be a great victory without bloodshed! You will be the greatest hero!

She held a plain leather letterbox sealed with black wax in both hands, her eyes filled with anticipation, and even a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.

Monokuma thought the argument was utterly absurd. A single letter could make a fortified city surrender?

But on the other hand, this also piqued his curiosity.

Of course, Black Bear didn't agree immediately. After sending Martha away, he went to find the leader, Old Li, and told him about it. The latter said...

“I understand. Go to Baiyan City and see what’s going on… If you die, so be it, you can resurrect later. If you’re not dead, check out the city’s defenses.”

"Row……"

And so, Monokuma appeared here... After midnight, he walked over by himself, without any other players with him, and without any enemies stopping him.

Everything was strange.

In addition, Monokuma also knew that this evening, several players recommended by Barbarossa accepted Elena's quest, ran to White Rock City, which is the city wall where he was now, and shot a signal arrow upwards.

Then, tonight Monokuma appeared here.

The whole thing was strange and mysterious from beginning to end.

Just as Monokuma was idly lost in thought, the heavy, massive oak gate, studded with iron nails, slowly opened in front of him with a deep, resonant creak.

Black and white bear looked up and saw that the doorway did not contain the expected ambush or trap, but rather a dozen or so Minisian soldiers.

They wore worn leather armor, carried spears and broadswords, and their faces showed a mixture of tension, vigilance, and... indescribable awe.

Their movements were swift and silent, as if they had rehearsed countless times. They quickly stepped out and formed a loose protective circle, surrounding the black and white bear in the middle.

During this time, no one spoke; there was only the rustling of weapons against armor and their deliberately suppressed breathing.

Their gazes swept quickly over the black and white bear, then lowered again, not daring to look directly at it for long. They stared nervously at the darkness outside the city gate, as if wary of some non-existent pursuers.

"Please... this way."

The soldier who appeared to be the squad leader, his voice dry and tense, made a gesture.

Black and white bear raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and simply strode into the city gate.

The soldiers immediately tightened their formation, surrounding him tightly, as if guarding some dangerous treasure, or escorting an unspeakable prisoner.

Their tension was so real that Monokuma could almost feel the adrenaline in the air.

The group silently passed through the empty barbican, stepped onto the narrow stone steps, spiraled upwards, and finally arrived at a small tower protruding from the middle of the city wall.

The tower door was ajar. The soldier leading the way pushed it open, gesturing for Monokuma to go inside, then quickly retreated and stood guard outside, as if another world lay behind that door.

The room was small and simply furnished. There was a rough wooden table, two chairs, and a dim yellow oil lamp lit on the table. The flickering flames cast long, distorted shadows onto the mottled stone wall.

Two men dressed in luxurious dark velvet coats stood behind the table. They were clearly the "suitable men" Martha had mentioned... Minisian nobles.

Both men were around forty years old. One was tall and thin with a rigid face, thin lips pressed tightly under a hooked nose, while the other was slightly shorter, strong, with shifty eyes and his fingers nervously rubbing the edge of the table.

They didn't speak, exchange pleasantries, or introduce themselves.

When Monokuma's towering figure stepped into the cramped room, the air seemed to grow even heavier, and the flame of the oil lamp flickered violently.

Their gazes, like probes, scrutinized the late-night "messenger" with undisguised scrutiny and assessment.

Although the injury to his arm prevents Monokuma from wearing armor and even simple sword-wielding movements cause him excruciating pain, his mere presence creates a powerful visual impact.

His nearly two-meter height almost touched the low beams in the cramped tower room, and the outline of his broad shoulders and thick chest was clearly visible under his dark, unmarked, close-fitting black clothes.

The black clothes weren't the tight-fitting attire of a night cloak, but rather made of some kind of tough leather, covering the vital parts of his torso. The edges were worn, bearing the marks of time, silently telling the story of past battles. His face had strong features, a square jaw, and a shallow old scar that ran from his brow bone across his cheekbone and disappeared into his temple. Far from ruining his appearance, it added a touch of ruggedness and undeniable authority.

Her slightly wavy black short hair was casually plastered to her forehead, below which were a pair of deep, calm, almost indifferent black eyes.

These eyes were now staring back at the two nobles without any emotion, devoid of flattery or fear, but filled with a calm scrutiny born from having experienced countless life-and-death situations and seen through much illusion.

His posture wasn't deliberately upright, yet it naturally exuded a rock-solid stability. The weakness brought on by his serious injuries seemed to be completely suppressed by his powerful mental will, leaving only a restrained yet majestic aura, like a dormant volcano.

Even though Monokuma was standing there with his hands empty, the invisible pressure he exuded made the air in the room almost freeze, making it difficult for the two worldly nobles to breathe.

Having killed so many people, Monokuma now unconsciously scans the vital parts of a person's body when he looks at them, subconsciously considering where he can strike to kill them instantly.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds, and in this oppressive stillness, only the crackling sound of the burning oil lamp was particularly clear.

Finally, Monokuma moved.

He didn't say anything extra, or even show any extra expression. He simply stretched out his large, uninjured, well-defined hand and pulled out an inconspicuous leather letterbox sealed with black wax from his pocket.

He stepped forward, his tall figure casting a huge shadow under the flickering lamplight, completely enveloping the two nobles. He then casually placed the letter tube on the rough wooden table. The letter tube made a soft "click" as it touched the tabletop, but in the silence it sounded like a thunderclap.

After placing the letter, Monokuma took a half step back, stood still, and resumed his silent, statue-like posture. His arms hung naturally at his sides, his injured left arm slightly bent inward, but this did not diminish his imposing presence in the slightest.

He simply stood there, his deep, dark eyes calmly, with a hint of barely perceptible inquiry, watching the two nobles before him whose expressions were shifting, as if to say... the letter has been delivered, now it's your turn.

The air in the room felt heavier.

The two nobles finally shifted their gaze from the black and white bear, staring intently at the small leather tube on the table, as if it contained deadly poison or... a key that would determine their fate.

The tall, thin nobleman took a deep breath, reached out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly as he touched the cold leather.

After opening the envelope, his expression was initially solemn and serious, his brows furrowed, and his hooked nose cast an even deeper shadow in the firelight.

But gradually, an unbelievable tremor seeped into that seriousness; his pupils contracted several times during the reading, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, the muscles of his jaw tensed, and his teeth chattered.

He read very slowly, unusually slowly, as if he needed to savor each word, weighing its immense significance. Half an hour passed before the tall, thin nobleman finally put down the scroll of parchment, without immediately handing it to his companion.

Instead, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, his chest heaving with a heavy weariness.

The short, stocky nobleman could no longer contain himself and almost snatched the scroll from the tall, thin nobleman's hand.

He unfolded the paper faster, but as he read, his thick fingers gripped the edge of the paper tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His reaction was more overt.

At first came confusion, his brows furrowed; then came shock, his eyes widened, his breathing suddenly became heavy; and then came an uncontrollable anger and a trace of... fear.
His face shifted in the dim light, sometimes flushed, sometimes ashen. He stared at the paper for a long time, his eyes scanning back and forth as if trying to find hidden messages or confirm some terrible conclusion.

He would occasionally look up sharply, his gaze piercing the tall, thin nobleman, who would respond with a barely perceptible nod or a sorrowful look.

There were no words, only eyes clashing fiercely in the firelight, conveying a turbulent message... Shock, doubt, despair, struggle... In the end, all turned into a heavy, unavoidable deathly silence.

Monokuma found the mime performance by the two very interesting, so much so that he forgot to find a place to sit down and just stood there watching the show.

More than an hour passed. The short, stocky nobleman finally put down the scroll, his hand trembling slightly. He pressed the parchment, which carried a great secret, heavily onto the rough table, making a dull thud.

He raised his head, no longer looking at his companions, but instead turning his gaze to the black and white bear that stood like a rock in the shadows.

That look was incredibly complex, containing scrutiny, inquiry, but even more so, a near-desperate...confirmation?
It was as if he had found some important information in Monokuma.

After a while, the tall, thin nobleman spoke.

“We… will begin our operation tomorrow. If we succeed, Her Highness Elena will see our loyalty; if we fail, we hope she will remember her promise.”

Monokuma didn't know what was written in the letter, but he knew at this point that saying too much would lead to mistakes, so he nodded vigorously and walked out.

The mission is complete, time to go.

……

After returning, Black Bear first found Martha and told her the same thing verbatim. Then he immediately logged off and went back to his tent to sleep.

Little did she know that Martha had witnessed Monokuma's actions, and after she reported back to Elena, Elena's impression of Monokuma improved once again.

What a chivalrous knight!
He didn't immediately go to the Knights Commander to report him to those annoying legion commanders.

Actually, Monokuma did such a thing, but Elena just didn't know it.

"It's almost done..."

Elena was so excited that she almost cried tears of joy, hiding under her blankets and secretly shedding her tears.

We're about to succeed; we're about to save my father and the rest of our people.

(End of this chapter)