I Became the Youngest Daughter of the Mafia Family

r knee along with Francesca’s introduction.

“I heard a lot of stories.
It’s an honour to meet you.”

“Ashmia is my dear friend.
Did I tell you?”

“Yes.
If you’re Fran’s friend, you’re also my friend.
I wish you all the best in the future.”

Ashmia could see the faces of the nobles around them hardening at Alexandrio’s remarks.

Although these three young people didn’t fully represent the power of their surname, the birth of an entirely new form of cooperative structure between the duke, the imperial family, and the mafia, gave the nobles a sense of immeasurable crisis.

Of course, like the princess, this innocent-looking prince didn’t seem to have thought about what he said.

‘How am I going to lead these innocent people in the future?’

It was when the thought crossed Ashmia’s mind that Alexandrio looked at her face and said,

“It may be rude of me, but you have a mysterious eye colour.
It’s golden, so beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

The moment she answered Alexandrio’s compliment without hesitation, Ashmia could see Francesca’s lips twitching with jealousy.

Ashmia had a strong feeling that if she were to say something like ‘the prince has beautiful eyes as well’, the friendship she had just built with Francesca would crumble at once, and she might face the risk of assassination.

“Lady Francesca, now that the Prince has arrived, how about saying a few words?”

“Oh, my mind.”

Ashmia succeeded in diverting the topic and sighed in relief. 

Today’s ball was hosted by Francesca instead of Theodore Pendragon, who was absent for some reason.
Francesca appeared on stage without any sign of being nervous, as if she was already familiar with it.

“I would like to express my deepest gratitude to all of you for attending the ball organised by the Pendragon family despite your busy schedules.”

‘She’s very sorry that she has caused a lot of trouble to many people due to a recent unfortunate incident and will provide maximum compensation to those who have been harmed, blah blah.’

“Then, I hope you enjoy tonight’s ball—”

It was when Francesca was about to finish her speech…

“…?!”

Byren Bernando hurriedly climbed onto the stage and grabbed Francesca, pushing her away.

At the same time,

Bang—!

A single shot resonated, and a young musician sitting right behind where Francesca was previously standing, fell to the ground with a bleeding wound on his head.

“Aahhh!”

With someone’s scream, the hall quickly fell into chaos.

The assailant, who was disguised as a waiter and aimed a gun at Francesca hidden under the tray, was subdued immediately by the guards, but there wasn’t only one enemy.

“Lady! Get behind me!”

The assailants disguised as reporters and cooks took out their guns and went on a rampage.

Bangbangbang—!!

The guards tried to retaliate, but there were too many people in the hall to do so.

On the other hand, the attackers indiscriminately shot their bullets as if they were trying to slaughter everyone present without even considering their own death.

Vanessa turned a nearby table over to use as a shield and hardened her entire body.

Ting— Ting—!

The bullets that pierced through the table hit Vanessa’s body and bounced off with a spark.
Ashmia leaned closer to Vanessa’s back and looked around her.

Among the members of the imperial guards, who were toppled by the surprise attack, Alexandrio was seen looking hopeless.

“Vanessa! Move to the side! We must save the prince!”

Instead of answering, Vanessa took the table and quickly moved towards the prince.

“Prince! Come here!”

Hearing Ashmia’s call, the prince turned his head.

“What?!”

When the last guard protecting the prince fell, his feet froze in place.

Tsk–!

Ashmia clicked her tongue and threw off her high heels before running toward the prince and grabbing him by the collar.

“Excuse me for a second!”

Thud!

Ashmia threw the prince behind Vanessa and crawled on her arms to the fallen guard.

“Lady! It’s dangerous!”

Despite Vanessa’s desperate cry, Ashmia quickly pulled a pistol out of its holster, which the guard was wearing.

Click!

After checking the magazine with a quick hand movement, she loaded it by swinging it to the side.

Bang– Bang—!

“What about the princess?!”

Ashmia found Francesca as she shot her pistol over the table.

Below the stage, she could see Byren covering Francesca with a table as a shield.

Bangbangbang—!!

However, it was impossible to move due to the group of people who were focused on shooting their guns at Byren.