From the Westin residence on Westin territory, there is a rush and several carriages run out.
The destination is the west fort.
The same is true of the Viscount Harter family, the Baron Carly and the Baron Aye family.
And the Baron Rigsby family.
"I won't make it fast! The Royal Army is in Westin territory! We have to get into the west fort! After you've been surrounded by forts, you can escape!
A yelling man.
Baron Rigsby. Homeowner, Mike von Rigsby.
"Why do we have to flee to the fort? If we didn't do anything, we shouldn't stick around!
A little hysterically shouted was Marianne Rigsby, her rightful wife.
She is a fat woman on forty roads, a cracked chin about 155 cm in bone.
By the way, only the Lord will have a middle name phone attached.
"Now that's an excuse to make sense! The armored soldier with my crest is out! Same with the other houses! Not a single one has been destroyed! You can't even defend yourself in a mansion like this!
"What about my sons?
"I'm out first with the soldiers! We take food and gold."
"Here you come, fucking father..."