The knight’s faces, who saw the bottom of the collapsed cliff, turned white. The carriage fell with the ground and was completely crushed. In the meantime, the magic spell continued, and the infernal flames were spewing out.
A charred projectile protruded through the wall of the wagon, but that was all.
It was entirely charred. There was no chance of a person surviving.
Perhaps Juliet, the handmaid, or Lana, the escort, used their last breath to push their master out of harm’s way.
The still-burning and destroyed carriage was leaving less and less of a trace. When the ground collapsed, a knight fell and forced himself to approach with a broken leg.
He confirmed that a corpse who might have been the mistress was dead and hung his head.
The assassins chasing them turned their backs and fled as soon as their target was tragically engulfed in flames. The knights were dazed but moved nonetheless.
There had been three people in the carriage. Frisia was their lord’s wife, Juliet was a colleague’s lover, and Lana was… … Lana was one of them.
They chased the assassins with red eyes. Their foes were superior in number, but they preferred to die fighting.
How could they face their master?
There was no such defeat, even in countless battlefields and combat against monsters. Even if they survived, a shame worse than death would follow them.
But before they could catch the fleeing assassins, they heard the sound of fighting. Soon, the shouting turned into a desperate scream.
The knights detected who had come—they couldn’t help but notice.
Because their lord was approaching without suppressing his overwhelming ferocious aura, he was in a craze to protect his wife. An average person would not be able to breathe in front of him.
“Duk—Your Excellency… … .”
Someone called Aslei with a trembling voice. He looked at them with cold blue eyes, asking, Where is Frisia?
They must have noticed that the duke’s carriage was not behind them.
A rough trail from the wheels of the carriage continued along the cliff. It was evidence showing how urgent the situation had been.
“Madam, where is she?”
The ducal family had three wagons, and there was only one carriage they focused on protecting. The other two wagons were left behind as they fled.
The target they were aiming for was Frisia, so the knights hadn’t even thought of them, nor did the assassins. Ignoring the lagging carriages, they pursued only one.
Belatedly, the thought that it would have been better if they had used bait and tricked their foes came to their minds. However, the raid had caught them unawares and off guard.
“A magic… … Th— the ground collapsed.”
One of the knights had opened their mouth. It was a situation where Aslei’s anger could run amok and slit his throat. Aslei looked at him with a bloody expression.
“What do you mean? The ground collapsed… … .”
The carriage had fallen down a cliff. Aslei listened no further and began to rush his horse ahead. He ran along the ridge following the trail left by the wagon. And… … he saw the marks of a massive chuck of a collapsed cliff.
Since there were still traces of the magic circle and the whiffs of the mana still sparked up, he realized what had happened. The enemies had lured the carriage to this spot. A magic circle was laid on this land, and the wagon had driven over it.
Aslei, who jumped off his horse, ran to the cliff. Beneath the collapsed cliff, on the ground, he could see the burnt and crumbling outline of a wagon and a small carcass.
Besides that, he took in the sight of knights and horses swept along when the cliff collapsed and the healers and wizards who went down to save them.
But there was no Frisia. Nowhere.
Aslei descended the cliff with a confused face. It was steep, but it was what other knights accomplished. However, he did not use rope like they did but urgently descended with his bare hands and feet.
‘Calm down, calm down. If you can’t calm down and uncover the truth, you can’t save Frisia.’
Enduring with only that thought, Aslei arrived at the bottom of the cliff. The wizards and healers caring for the survivors donned guilty complexions as if they were sinners.
“Frisia?”
Aslei asked, thinking that his head was empty. There was an inkling, a thought that threatened the edge of his sanity, but Aslei was instinctively afraid and rejected the idea before it could materialize and form in his mind. He focused only on saying her name.
“M-Madam was in the carriage.”
The healer looked at Aslei and said. In addition to Frisia, two more people were in the carriage: Lana, a knight, and Juliet, her handmaid.
But they believed both of them would have died together with the madam.
The coachman and two attendants in the carriage also died. One fell from the wagon and died of a broken neck while falling, while the others were victims of the magic circle.
Additionally to the devastation of the carriage, they were particularly severely burned, with only a few bone fragments left. They had to check inside the carriage in more detail but couldn’t even think about that yet.
They wondered if the corpse in the wagon was the lady’s or Lana’s.
Loyal Juliet and Lana might have pushed the madam out of the carriage to protect her. Or Lana used the wits of a knight and sacrificed herself alone.
The knight who confirmed the small corpse initially was barely alive. However, the other knights on horses that fell were dead.
Aslei shut his mouth in utter bewilderment. He was one who had seen many deaths. He had to endure the death of his parents when he was even younger and weaker than he is now. So… … .
‘This can’t be.’
The knight’s faces, who saw the bottom of the collapsed cliff, turned white. The carriage fell with the ground and was completely crushed. In the meantime, the magic spell continued, and the infernal flames were spewing out.
A charred projectile protruded through the wall of the wagon, but that was all.
It was entirely charred. There was no chance of a person surviving.
Perhaps Juliet, the handmaid, or Lana, the escort, used their last breath to push their master out of harm’s way.
The still-burning and destroyed carriage was leaving less and less of a trace. When the ground collapsed, a knight fell and forced himself to approach with a broken leg.
He confirmed that a corpse who might have been the mistress was dead and hung his head.
The assassins chasing them turned their backs and fled as soon as their target was tragically engulfed in flames. The knights were dazed but moved nonetheless.
There had been three people in the carriage. Frisia was their lord’s wife, Juliet was a colleague’s lover, and Lana was… … Lana was one of them.
They chased the assassins with red eyes. Their foes were superior in number, but they preferred to die fighting.
How could they face their master?
There was no such defeat, even in countless battlefields and combat against monsters. Even if they survived, a shame worse than death would follow them.
But before they could catch the fleeing assassins, they heard the sound of fighting. Soon, the shouting turned into a desperate scream.
The knights detected who had come—they couldn’t help but notice.
Because their lord was approaching without suppressing his overwhelming ferocious aura, he was in a craze to protect his wife. An average person would not be able to breathe in front of him.
“Duk—Your Excellency… … .”
Someone called Aslei with a trembling voice. He looked at them with cold blue eyes, asking, Where is Frisia?
They must have noticed that the duke’s carriage was not behind them.
A rough trail from the wheels of the carriage continued along the cliff. It was evidence showing how urgent the situation had been.
“Madam, where is she?”
The ducal family had three wagons, and there was only one carriage they focused on protecting. The other two wagons were left behind as they fled.
The target they were aiming for was Frisia, so the knights hadn’t even thought of them, nor did the assassins. Ignoring the lagging carriages, they pursued only one.
Belatedly, the thought that it would have been better if they had used bait and tricked their foes came to their minds. However, the raid had caught them unawares and off guard.
“A magic… … Th— the ground collapsed.”
One of the knights had opened their mouth. It was a situation where Aslei’s anger could run amok and slit his throat. Aslei looked at him with a bloody expression.
“What do you mean? The ground collapsed… … .”
The carriage had fallen down a cliff. Aslei listened no further and began to rush his horse ahead. He ran along the ridge following the trail left by the wagon. And… … he saw the marks of a massive chuck of a collapsed cliff.
Since there were still traces of the magic circle and the whiffs of the mana still sparked up, he realized what had happened. The enemies had lured the carriage to this spot. A magic circle was laid on this land, and the wagon had driven over it.
Aslei, who jumped off his horse, ran to the cliff. Beneath the collapsed cliff, on the ground, he could see the burnt and crumbling outline of a wagon and a small carcass.
Besides that, he took in the sight of knights and horses swept along when the cliff collapsed and the healers and wizards who went down to save them.
But there was no Frisia. Nowhere.
Aslei descended the cliff with a confused face. It was steep, but it was what other knights accomplished. However, he did not use rope like they did but urgently descended with his bare hands and feet.
‘Calm down, calm down. If you can’t calm down and uncover the truth, you can’t save Frisia.’
Enduring with only that thought, Aslei arrived at the bottom of the cliff. The wizards and healers caring for the survivors donned guilty complexions as if they were sinners.
“Frisia?”
Aslei asked, thinking that his head was empty. There was an inkling, a thought that threatened the edge of his sanity, but Aslei was instinctively afraid and rejected the idea before it could materialize and form in his mind. He focused only on saying her name.
“M-Madam was in the carriage.”
The healer looked at Aslei and said. In addition to Frisia, two more people were in the carriage: Lana, a knight, and Juliet, her handmaid.
But they believed both of them would have died together with the madam.
The coachman and two attendants in the carriage also died. One fell from the wagon and died of a broken neck while falling, while the others were victims of the magic circle.
Additionally to the devastation of the carriage, they were particularly severely burned, with only a few bone fragments left. They had to check inside the carriage in more detail but couldn’t even think about that yet.
They wondered if the corpse in the wagon was the lady’s or Lana’s.
Loyal Juliet and Lana might have pushed the madam out of the carriage to protect her. Or Lana used the wits of a knight and sacrificed herself alone.
The knight who confirmed the small corpse initially was barely alive. However, the other knights on horses that fell were dead.
Aslei shut his mouth in utter bewilderment. He was one who had seen many deaths. He had to endure the death of his parents when he was even younger and weaker than he is now. So… … .
‘This can’t be.’
