The Attack
Author: X34L
last update2025-08-20 11:46:45

The moon finally appeared, bringing with it a silent night. Inside a fairly large tent surrounded by dozens of smaller ones, Rengga and his two companions were seen speaking with Prince Suryalaksana.

Rengga and his two companions had changed into all-black clothing, with their head coverings still in hand, not yet worn.

“Prince, wait here. We will infiltrate the duchy,” said Rengga.

“Isn’t it too dangerous, Uncle?” asked Prince Suryalaksana, worry clearly visible on his face.

Rengga gave a faint smile before responding, “Do not worry, Prince. We are skilled in infiltrations like this. If it is only the Tambakboyo duchy, it is no real problem for the three of us.”

Rengga had a reason for speaking that way. He needed to teach King Dharmalaksana’s son to strengthen his mentality and become braver.

The three disciples of Sarwana then left the tent, followed closely by Prince Suryalaksana.

The three exchanged glances before nodding at one another. With a single light leap, the figures who
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