Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 56: One Could Be Ignored, Two Could Be Coincidence, But Three Is Enemy Action

Ren, Thorn, and the chest appeared in Ren’s room with a pulse of displaced air.

With a grunt, they set down the chest between themselves. Without wasting time, they secured it under Ren’s bed, locking it tight and making sure there were no signs of disturbance.

As they changed out of their dark attire and into their normal clothing, Thorn exhaled deeply, still coming down from the rush of the night. "Alright, I’ve gotta ask. Who the hell are the Three Swordsmen?"

Ren finished buttoning his shirt before turning to face him. "Fuchsia’s elite warriors. They operate just under the Kingpin himself. Ruthless, efficient, and damn near untouchable. Or at least, to anyone third rank and below."

Thorn frowned. "Great. Just what we need. Three more psychopaths to deal with."

Ren smirked. "You’ve already met two of them."

Thorn’s eyes widened slightly as he recalled the two men who had been with the Fixer just an hour or two ago. "Those guys? Damn. Didn’t even realize."

"They’re the Kingpin’s most trusted enforcers of Fuchsia, and his closest connections to nobility." Ren continued, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"And that’s because they’re all nobles. They’re the main pipeline between both Fuchsia and high society, and the Kingpin and the grunts of the organization."

"Each of the Swordsmen has connections that are much deeper than normal within the noble class, owning favors and lots of friends, making them invaluable to the Kingpin."

Thorn crossed his arms. "So, if we take them out..."

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"It’ll cripple Fuchsia’s upper operations." Ren confirmed. "The Kingpin won’t be able to replace them easily and it’ll put all his big plans on hold."

"Finding skilled assassins is one thing. Finding nobles who can maneuver between crime and high society is another. Nobles are not really the best at following orders. Not to mention the fact that they’ll have to be loyal."

"But this works in my favor. By the time he rebuilds, I’ll already have what I need."

Thorn nodded. "Alright. That makes sense."

"While I know who they all are, I don’t know where to find them. And that’s where you come in." Ren said. "From tomorrow, you’ll have to use your information gathering skills to sniff them out for me."

"That’s all well and good." Thorn smiled. "But first, sleep?"

Ren smirked. "Yeah. First, sleep."

Tomorrow, they’d move the chest to the rest of their sensitive belongings. It was too risky to teleport it back home for now.

He needed a legitimate excuse for how he had acquired it, something he could tell his father without raising suspicion.

And the King’s Tournament would be the perfect opportunity. But for now, it was time to rest.

They exchanged quiet good nights and Thorn left for his own room. Tomorrow, they’ll go again.

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The next morning, in a familiar townhouse, the Penny Prince stepped into the Fixer’s study, his golden eyes sweeping over the scene of carnage before him.

The room smelled of blood, stale alcohol, and the faint lingering scent of expensive cigar smoke. He crouched beside the body, a curious expression on his face.

Behind him, standing at full attention, was Giles, one of the Three Swordsmen. His polished boots remained just shy of the blood pooling near the Fixer’s chair. His hand rested idly on the hilt of his sword, waiting.

"Tell me," the Penny Prince said casually, still observing the body, "how long were you with him last night?"

"A few hours." Giles answered, his voice filled with respect. "We met with a few contacts, then came back here to discuss business, and left him alone with his mistress. He was in good health when I last saw him."

The Penny Prince nodded, his fingers tracing the darkened stain on the armrest. "So this happened not long after you left. Find his mistress and get everything relevant out of her. If she’s a security risk, make her disappear."

"Yes, my lord."

The Penny Prince tilted his head, studying the corpse. "Interesting." He murmured. "He was tortured. They took their time. They wanted something."

He stood, straightening his coat, his eyes twinkling in excitement. "Someone is hunting us."

Giles stiffened. "It could be a coincidence."

The Penny Prince smirked. "One death could be ignored. Two could be coincidence. But three? Three is definitely enemy action."

Giles remained silent.

The Penny Prince paced the room slowly, stepping over the pools of blood. "Fiske is dead. The Fixer is dead. That means there’s a pattern forming."

"Someone is deliberately trying to take out the key members of Fuchsia. Someone who knows enough to pinpoint who’s who. Could be an insider."

"But the question is, what do they want? Are they after a few people for a personal grudge, or are they trying to shake Fuchsia itself?"

He walked slowly toward the broken chair where the Fixer had breathed his last. "This wasn’t a quick kill. This was personal. Someone enjoyed this. Torture isn’t something our usual enemies bother with. And this feels somewhat personal."

Giles tilted his head. "What if it was one of our rivals? Someone trying to replace us?"

The Penny Prince smirked. "Possible. But unlikely. If they were just another criminal group, they wouldn’t have gone after the Fixer. He was important, but not essential."

"No, whoever did this wanted the Fixer to feel pain. And they got what they wanted. That suggests this was personal. Very personal."

Giles exhaled, considering this. "So what do we do?"

The Penny Prince tapped his chin thoughtfully. "We lay a trap."

Giles clenched his jaw. "Your orders?"

The Penny Prince clasped his hands behind his back, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

"We wait for the third strike. Whoever this is, they have a plan. If they’re bold enough to take out two of us, they won’t stop there. We’ll prepare for them. And when they make their next move..."

His golden eyes gleamed as he turned back toward the body. "We’ll catch them in the act."