The door at the back gate was unexpectedly sturdy, and the Gizaltes took a lot of time to break it down and open it.
I finally step inside the hall.
It's certainly a luxurious construction, but it's not like a castle or fort. It is not structured in such a way as to prevent intruders from entering for the first time, so you will not get lost.
"Oh, my God, Delaney and the others are already dead."
My men blur in the back.
"I don't care who gets it."
Gizarte says, walking down the hallway. I was worried about the escape from the back door, but it looks fine.
Along the way, I find the body of a servant woman and flaunt her face.
A blow to the back. Is this Delane's axe?
Even if a woman like this didn't resist. A wasted kill is a waste of time. What if my pivotal daughter runs away while I'm doing this?
Up there.
Ghizalte goes up the stairs.
There were also many servants' bodies rolling down the hallway upstairs.
"Whoa... what are our guys doing? He's also the first kid on the battlefield."
Young and old alike, tragically chopped corpses are falling all over the hallway.
Will that number rise to 20 in all?
The body of a faithful old butler who had made a courtesy of a lady from Galentore, also familiar to Gizarte, was there. Oh, and I'm staring into the void with my eyes open.
Gizarte sighed.
"I want to... Waste of time."
The hands of the Blood Mercenaries have repeatedly killed not a single piece of copper coin in front of their intended prey. What do you gain by killing these guys? What if my daughter runs away while I'm doing this? Those idiots need re-education.
"They're flashy."
My men say happily behind me.
"If you kill them all, you can take whatever you want with you."
That's right. But that's what I'm talking about since I served my purpose.
"I guess the third floor isn't a pile of corpses either."
I go up the stairs fed up.
Going up to the third floor, Gizarte stopped to find something unexpected there.
I have a small man who looks familiar.
"... void"
Boyd, who jumped first over the fence, was falling into the hallway just off the stairs.
Already out of stock.
"... it's a blow"
My neck and torso were on the verge of separation. The only wound received was one of those fatal injuries.
"Boyd's bastard, you screwed up"
My men say.
Screwed up? Fulfill it. Wouldn't it?
Even if you screwed something up, with as much hand work as Boyd, in just one blow?
You think someone who can do that is in this mansion?
Surprisingly, I went down the hallway, and there were more bodies, one, two, three.
It's all the bodies of my men.
"You're lying...?
My men groan behind Ghizarte. Gizarte felt the same way.
What the hell is going on?
I have a bad feeling about Gizarte's mercenary behavior.
What's this all about? It must have been an easy, baby-twisting job.
Now, the men on the guard easily eliminated it. All that remains in the mansion are servants who have no power to fight.
Why are so many men being hit?
Was there such a hidden ball-like caution stick in this mansion?
I didn't get that report.
... No way.
Gizarte suddenly felt the feeling of the day revive.
Blood mercenaries destroyed, that day.
The great power of the Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment in front of you breaks down.
In numbers, an overwhelming handful of pitch-black cavalry riders drive their red armor allies one after the other. The allies in front of you are stripped away.
The feeling of your troops trying to be exposed to mighty enemies while defenseless.
crisis beyond expectations and without trying to deal with it.
... No way.
Am I wrong again?
You think I made the wrong choice again?
In front of the door, there was Delane.
He has a two-pronged axe and is in a collision position. There was another subordinate next door. There are four survivors in all. Gizarte is stunned by the fact that half of them have already been defeated.
Right in front of Delane.
There was Teng himself who caused this situation.
Standing with a long sword of incompatible length with your body so that you can get stuck in the door...... one, child?
"Kid...... you say?
Ghizarte groaned.
"I'm not a kid"
The boy said. I felt like I looked familiar in its eyes, staring at Gizarte.
"I'm a warrior."