Chapter 1109: Sneaking into the Palace

Theodore glanced at Oscar, who nodded. Theodore then drove away from the garage.

"What should we do?" Theodore asked.

"I'll get out of the car. You need to distract them so I can sneak into the garage."

"Oscar, you want to go in alone?"

"Yes. Besse is the key."

"Alright."

Theodore knew further discussion was pointless. He'd support Oscar's plan.

The car was parked roadside. After Oscar exited, he walked toward the garage and messaged Theodore, who then drove back, this time faster. The security guard signaled him to stop. Theodore gritted his teeth and drove straight into the garage's guardrail, smashing it.

The car stopped. The guard, narrowly avoiding injury, quickly approached, baton in hand, and ordered Theodore out. A heated argument ensued, a shoving match that drew the attention of all the guards. This allowed Oscar to slip into the garage unnoticed.

Several vehicles remained inside. The Jolencami royal family enjoyed considerable privilege; commoners yielded the right-of-way, rendering security comparatively lax.

Oscar concealed himself and approached the royal carriage. The driver remained seated.

He couldn't approach directly. Spotting a small stone, he tossed it away.

The driver investigated the sound, leaving his seat. Oscar swiftly slid under the sedan, clinging to the chassis. The driver, finding nothing amiss after a cursory search, returned to his post.

After about half an hour, the driver received a notification and drove off. Oscar held tight, clinging to the undercarriage.

At the garage entrance, Theodore was detained, awaiting police arrival. He watched the carriage depart, assuming Oscar had already escaped, and averted his gaze to avoid suspicion.

The sedan returned to its original spot; a royal aristocrat entered. The sedan departed again. Oscar, his arms burning with fatigue, remained steadfastly attached.

Nearly an hour later, the car stopped. After the occupants left, Oscar dropped to the ground, his arms numb and useless. He rested briefly before crawling from under the car.

He didn't leave immediately, instead observing the garage's camera placement, planning his escape route.

Oscar left undetected, silently and successfully.

He quickly reached the palace, hiding beneath a shrub. Night patrols were sparse, but navigating the grounds was challenging. He waited, then moved to a wall, silently counting the footsteps of an approaching patrolman.

Three, two, one… Oscar swiftly incapacitated the guard, dragging him to a dark corner. He quickly changed clothes, then discarded the guard in the grass.

Now in uniform, Oscar boldly patrolled. He encountered other patrols, but went unnoticed. After familiarizing himself with the palace layout, he found a secluded, camera-free location to await his opportunity.

Another patrol guard approached. Oscar grabbed him, silencing him.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you," Oscar threatened.

The guard remained still.

"Nod if you understand. Lie, and you die," Oscar stated coldly.

The guard nodded.

"Does Princess Besse live here?"

The guard nodded.

"Is she here now?"

Another nod.

"South side?" A headshake.

"East side?" A nod.

"Five-minute walk?" A nod.

"Second floor?" A headshake.

"Third floor?" A nod.

Oscar incapacitated the guard and proceeded to Besse's location.

After a five-minute walk, he reached the palace, its guards visible at the entrance. He couldn't enter through the main gate.

As Oscar sought an alternate entrance, Queen Carol and Doyle appeared.

"Doyle, see Besse. Handle this," Carol commanded sharply.

They passed Oscar without noticing him.

He remained tense, but composed. He watched them go, then prepared to move.

"You! Stop!" Carol ordered.

Oscar froze. The darkness obscured his uniform; identification was unlikely unless scrutinized closely. He braced himself.