The number of Imperial soldiers is over thirty, even within sight alone.
Less than twenty Minervas were clearly at a disadvantage on the number.
"Ma'am, you have two minutes to go!
"Okay!
Minerva also understands that all we can do is buy people a small amount of time to escape.
No matter how much the Duke's Residence Guard's arm profits are, it doesn't necessarily mean he's exhausted in a series of fights and can overwhelm his opponents over the number.
Well, the more time passes, the more Imperial soldiers will be.
But if we can stop the Imperial Soldiers even here for just a few hours, that will increase the number of residents who can escape.
That's why Minerva takes the sword.
That's all worth it.
"What are you doing, just get it out!
Behind Minerva, who was about to intercept an imperial soldier, came a voice of nobility yelling so at you (gya).
While feeling disappointed, Minerva waves his sword to restrain the soldiers in front of him.
"But sir, with all these civilians, I can't move the carriage!
A glimpse of what was behind him as he moved the Imperial soldier closer together and repositioned himself said something incredible about the aristocracy in the carriage.
"I don't care if the civilians are here!
"Sa, that's just...!
"Just get it out! Now the civilians will be just the right shields!
You were pushed off by the noble sword curtain, and your lord begins to move the carriage with a grieving face.
"Shit, that bastard!
Moore realizes the move makes a bad move, but the word naturally doesn't reach the target.
Minerva and the others are full of them because they deal with the Imperial Soldiers.
Even though there are still people around, the carriage moves out.
But at the next moment, the carriage suddenly stopped when the wheel appeared to be stuck in the indentation.
"Hey, what! What happened!?
"Yes, all of a sudden there's a carriage wheel......!
A surrounding escort hurries to report to the roaring nobility.
Seen, the wheels of all three carriages, including those of the aristocracy, were torn apart as if with a sharp blade.
Without wheels, the carriage is just a box.
No matter how much horses have stronger powers than humans, they don't move that way.
At the back of the two carriages, the carriage was tilted, and the seemingly expensive items were spilling out onto the street.
An imperial soldier who sees it changes the color of his eyes.
Some of the free hands head to the carriage to secure the loot, avoiding the Minervas.
"Ma'am, I'm leaving!
"Yes!"
It is usurpation that pleases soldiers on the battlefield alongside the ravages of the weak (carpentry).
A treasure filled with two carriages would have been seen in the eyes as an attraction that also surpassed the imperial soldier's desire to slaughter.
As Minerva and the others slowly retreated, the Imperial soldiers began to prioritize looting over pursuit.
Some seem to have chosen to ravage more than treasure, but no one will go after the residents if even those few Imperial soldiers slap them.
"Collect them all! Kola, don't run away!
The aristocrats are getting off the carriage and standing.
But he had already fled, and a few of the remaining escorts were too few compared to the number of Imperial soldiers.
They were immediately surrounded and slashed one after the other.
"Wow, it's my property! For Xamas and other miscellaneous soldiers, etc. - Gu-ha!
The nobleman, who stepped out of the carriage and held a mean-spilled load all over his arm, is also lightly stabbed in the neck with an imperial soldier's spear and collapses.
"It's time, back off!
Moore's decree comes as the Imperial soldiers flock to the carriage.
There is no reason to deal with the fleeing inhabitants or Minervas against the Imperial soldiers who are obsessed with moisturizing their nostalgia.
As a result, less damage was done, and noble property could be withdrawn sparingly.
But the Imperial Soldiers have already penetrated all over the King's Capital.
Before Minerva and the others rushing through the king's capital in alarm of the pursuit of the Imperial soldiers, we now saw another group.
No, it's not right to be a bunch.
It's two things: a group that sits on the back of a building wall, to be precise, and a group that surrounds it.
It is the soldiers of the Empire that surround them.
It is probably the inhabitants of the town who are keeping the wall behind them.
Although each has a weapon in his or her hand, the outfit can be seen to be fragmented and its set-up is clearly amateur.
"Captain Greysta."
"That number would be fine. Eliminate them all at once."
When Minerva called, that's all the security captain at the Duke's mansion wanted.
"Pinch it!"
A fellow jumps in from left to right of the Imperial soldiers at Moore's behest.
The number of Imperial soldiers is less than ten.
Unlike earlier, Minerva and the others were more advantageous in several ways, and were in the opposite form of sandwiching the Imperial soldiers who until then had driven their inhabitants to the wall.
"I'll do it all at once!
My people gain momentum in Moore's voice.
It's an attack on the wall, though.
Not everyone has enough room to wield their weapons.
Watching the slashing Moors, Minerva stood ready to jump out at any time in preparation for his fellow injuries.
"Shit!
Have you lost your blood to an obvious disadvantage, or one of the Imperial soldiers is slaughtered by the inhabitants, ignoring the Minervas.
A sword in the hands of a soldier slashed and tore apart one inhabitant.
"Father!"
A young girl rushes over to a middle-aged man who falls from bleeding.
"You too!
When the soldier's murder blade is directed further at the girl, a blurry 'something' slips from side to side into Minerva's sight.
Something blurry blurs a soldier's arm at high speed and disappears as if it wasn't there from the beginning the next moment.
When that thing disappeared, something fell to the ground with the dull sound.
That's the sword the Imperial soldiers were waving up earlier, and the wrist that was holding it.
"Ghaaaa!
A soldier screams at a suddenly chopped off wrist pain.
"We're here to help!
What then sounded was a woman's voice that made her feel powerful.
If I turned my eyes to Chirali, it was the person dressed in a magician-style outfit who stood there.
Slightly eye-prone face, light lips and small nose, fluffy light candy hair.
As a whole, I'd say a neat face.
She is a woman whose clothes and face are dirty all over the dust, but with a strange charm that makes her feel elegant somewhere.
"Protect the inhabitants!
Minerva, who instantly decided he was on his side, spoke to the woman.
Originally, the number and quality are exceeded on this side.
It is the people beyond the Imperial Soldiers who are beyond Minerva's reach.
A magician would be able to protect the inhabitants from a distance.
"Blessings that dwell on unmarked (mummy) shields are blue tranquillity - physical barriers (fer garros)!"
The sorcerer's woman immediately raised the barrier around people in response to Minerva's request.
The unparalleled speed of chanting proves that a magician woman is a skilled user.
Of course, the physical barriers are not universal, but they are not something that can be broken by a somewhat trained general soldier.
As long as people are safe, the rest is already a battle with consequences.
Without Minerva having to cross their swords, the Moors surely disabled the Imperial soldiers.
Eventually, when we finish disabling all Imperial soldiers in less than three minutes, we split up and put ourselves on perimeter alert and in the care of the wounded.
"Stop the bleeding of those who have suffered immediate wounds and..., bring the cure!
The first priority would be middle-aged men slashed by soldiers.
Unlike Minerva and the Imperial soldiers, who are just ordinary citizens, they don't wear protective equipment or anything.
It's too helpless in front of a sharp blade.
It is quite unlikely that it will be helpful to have an immediate hand.
With luxury treatments, you may be able to heal even with considerable depth, but the Minervas today did not have that hand.
That's why we have to keep the bleeding as low as possible and scratch the cure as soon as possible, even every minute.
But that rush of Minerva is also quickly quenched by the voices heard from among the inhabitants.
"Don't worry. The wound has already healed."
Minerva turns to the voice of a familiar woman.
A few people who were blocking that line of sight avoided to the left and right to clear the way.
At the end of his open vision, beside a bloody middle-aged man, there was a daughter and a woman, and another young woman dressed in monastic clothes.
I guess I just finished my treatment.
It was at the same time that a woman sitting by a middle-aged man stood up and Minerva uttered the name.
"Master Sorte?
Minerva is also a famous figure in the knowledgeable Wang capital.
Sister Sorte, who is famous as a candidate for the Virgin, is that person.
"We're out of time. Dear Minerva,"
When Salte lowered her head, a cherry blossom hair spilled from the veil.
Minerva's expression dulls upon an unexpected encounter (like this).
"Long time no see, Master Salte. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Me, too."
Do you feel the same as Minerva, Salte's cheek was loose too?
Mindful of the warm delight for just a few hours, Minerva immediately squeezes her attention and asks.
"Is that one okay?
"Yes. My consciousness is clear, and I think I'll be fine. No one else is seriously injured."
Sorte's comforting words are returned to Minerva, who cares for the wounded middle-aged man.
"That was good. But eventually another Imperial soldier will come again. Evacuate immediately."
The crisis does not turn into a dangerous situation, although it has been taken off.
Of course, no one knows where to go to King's Capital.
"What will Master Minerva do?
"We'll look around here for a while to see if there's anyone else who's missed the run."
Of course Minerva and I have no desire for ruin.
Minerva himself, as well as Moore and other accompanying guards, decided he could still hold out.
There was a voice suddenly interrupting Minerva's conversation with Sorte.
"May I accompany you, too?
Turn to the two voices at the same time.
"You were earlier..."
The Lord of Voices was a female magician who earlier used magic to cover me.
"I'll see you first. My name is Eleanor Milmeuse. I'm very sorry to say thank you, but please know."
A woman named Eleanor drooped her head as she glanced at the robe in her skirt and pinched it with both hands, dropping her hips slightly.
Minerva, familiar with his name, asks to confirm his memory.
"Mirmeus......, are you the daughter of Viscount Mirmeus?
"Yes, my foolish father (Gufu) has the status of Viscount Milmeus"
Minerva felt uncomfortable in describing her own parents as fools towards others, even though the Duke's Orders were superior to the Viscount's in any aristocratic society.
It is the gift of a lady's education that Eleanor never gives to her expression, even though she perceives her love for her father.
"This is Minerva from the Duke of Nilesteria family. As long as you're embarrassed by this outfit, forgive me for what the situation is."
Minerva today is dressed in gear to fight, albeit luxury making.
Instead of a dress, there's not even a hem to pinch like Eleanor.
"of the Duke's house..."
Eleanor looks to surprise when she hears Minerva's family name.
Originally, due to lack of knowledge on both sides, Minerva has been far from being a social place for the past three years or so, so few people know the face of a grown duke's warrant.
You knew Minerva was noble because of his outfits and surrounding attitudes, but you didn't think he was a Duke's house warrant.
"Excuse me"
Apologize for that attitude, albeit less surprising, and on top of that, Eleanor offers again.
"Dear Nilesteria than that. Let me help you, too, if you're going to be guided to evacuation. As you've seen earlier, I have some magical feelings. We also fought four years ago in the Imperial War, so there's nothing we can do about it."
"It's..."
Minerva clogs her words with Eleanor asking to accompany her.
Certainly the magic technique I showed you earlier was brilliant.
The unparalleled chant and precise aim would be nothing less than a magician belonging to the Royal Army.
In battle, the power of a magician is greatly improved even with the addition of one magician.
Simply thinking about fighting the enemy is something to welcome.
"Of course you know it's dangerous, right?
"Danger is above understanding. But that's why our nobles should take the lead in the danger. That's what Master Nilesteria thinks, isn't that why you're holding the sword like this now?
The word is what Minerva thinks strongly from day to day.
Minerva is happy to forget the situation that there was a lady who likened herself to her will.
"Thank you, Master Milmeuse. Please lend me your help."
With a smile. Yes. When Minerva was about to answer, an explosion sounded from the central part of the Wang capital.
Everyone on the spot looks in the direction of the sound unexpectedly.
What lies in the central part of the Wang capital, that is, it is the centre of the kingdom of Naglas - the royal castle.
"And the castle..."
Someone in my buddy shivers his voice.
As the eyes of all were nailed, part of the royal castle, which until yesterday had shown majestic (yes) queues, has now collapsed.