Chapter 60 - Volume 2
TL: Well, let’s see how much I can TL over the next 2-3 days. It has been a long day for me so I need to get some sleep first.
Next update will be 10 hours later or something
Chapter 4 – Chaos
(TL: We’re now going back to Brendel.)
The news of Madara’s grand army inside the fortress spread throughout the entire place like a plague.
The pine forest within this mountain region was described as the blighted land of evil, due to the undead and thieves existing in there for centuries. It was as if Aouine’s misfortune grew from there, and so the citizens trained themselves to prepare themselves for the fight, while the nobles pledged themselves to lead them when there were any invasions.
This fairy-tale like legend that seemed to exist forever in the minds of the citizens had came to life, baring their fangs and ready to devour them, but that was when the citizens realized that the nobles and the army of Fortress Riedon were nowhere to be seen.
As Brendel ran through the area, he saw more and more people rushing in and out of their houses. The people who still did no know what was happening quickly asked the people in the street, then hurriedly went inside to the house and brought some luggage and their family members out, then proceeded to the north gate.
“These nobles have never seen us as humans at all!” The men slowly stepped forward while they incited the surrounding crowd with slandering words.
“Drag him down out from the carriage now!”
“Beat him to death!” The crowd around the horse carriage grew larger. They only believed in what they just saw and heard. Ciel and Romaine were deeply worried as they could see things were turning into a terrible direction.
Brendel sheathed his sword and looked coldly at the crowd and sat down at the edge of the carriage’s platform. Very soon, another man rushed up as he thought the this ‘noble youth’ would rein in his attitude.
But he was wrong.
Brendel did not say anything and simply thrust his sword straight into that man’s throat with lightning speed. The man clutched at his throat with terror and stumbled backwards, before crumpling down slowly. The sword not only shocked the inciting men, it also caused the crowd to go up in an uproar.
But Brendel stood up and jumped down from the carriage. His jump made everyone retreat into a circle. He walked forward into their center as he continued to glare coldly at them. His sword suddenly swung over the top of the crowd.
A gust of wind flew across their heads, and besides a few strands of cut hair, the roof of a house nearby exploded loudly with a bang, and a meter long crack could be seen visibly.
Everyone stared at the crack in amazement.
“Take care of yourselves.”
Brendel spat the words out in an austere manner, sheathed his sword and climbed back into the carriage. He was more concerned about Freya’s side rather than wasting time with the mastermind.
[Why is she still not here?]
On the other hand Romaine was looking at Brendel with starry eyes.
“You’re amazing Brendel.” Romaine praised him.
“There’s nothing glorious about killing a man, especially when these people are mere citizens.” Brendel shook his head.
“But you’re the only one who can protect me.”
Brendel paused for a while before giving a faint smile.