When Rosa woke up from her chaotic dreams, the golden sunset was slowly disappearing behind the horizon.

The last rays of the sun stretched Sesyana's shadow very long. The elf stood motionless in front of the window like a statue, unchanged from when Rosa had curled up on the couch and slept.

“...... You should wake me up. Rosa walked up to him and whispered.

In addition to the bed occupied by Borena, there was also a soft couch in the room. They said they would take turns sleeping for a while to regain their strength to cope with various situations. When Rosa went to bed in the late afternoon, she knew that unless something happened to her, the elf wouldn't call her if she hadn't woken up on her own - she just hadn't expected herself to sleep so long.

But it also meant that Ante didn't show up or summon any of them to ask for anything.

She turned to look at Borena. The man who was still asleep didn't seem to have any change in his posture.

“...... Did he wake up?" asked Rosa.

Sethiana shook her head.

Rosa walked over to the bed and looked down at Borena's slightly pale face. The man breathed steadily, looked serene, and was clearly out of danger, but ......

"Don't you think he's slept too long?" said Rosa.

"He bled a lot...... Maybe he just needs a little more rest?" the elf said as he walked over to her, uncertain.

“...... Maybe. Rosa removed a small silver-leaf brooch from her chest, grabbed Borena's left hand under Sesyana's bewildered gaze, and unceremoniously plunged the tip of the needle into His Majesty's index finger.

No matter how well you sleep, it will definitely make you jump out of bed in pain - but Borena still sleeps peacefully. Snorting heavily, unconscious.

“...... Awesome. Rosa muttered. She knew that Ante wasn't as bright as she seemed.

A king as brave and frank as he wanted to appear should ask them as soon as possible what was going on. Then investigate whether everything they say is true, instead of sneaking up on such petty tricks to stall for time. What's more...... What the hell is he trying to do with this time?

In her deep thought, Sesyana suddenly whispered to her, "Someone's coming." ”

Heavy footsteps approached, and two soldiers in full armor with their faces tightly covered by helmets opened the door and entered.

"Rosa-Latus. One of them shouted, "His Majesty summons." ”

Rosa narrowed her eyes.

It is indeed easier to ask the truth when everyone is summoned individually - but it is also easier to kill people by separating them.

She sincerely hoped it was the former. But as a mercenary who had to deal with various nobles from time to time, she really lacked confidence in their noble majesty. Even Borena, who has just met each other, seems to be much more trustworthy than Ante.

She hesitated. Borena's sigh rang in his ears: "...... I'm more worried that he doesn't know anything at all......"

- Maybe she'd better be a little more cooperative.

There was a hint of worry in Sesyana's gaze as she looked at her, and she smiled back faintly.

"Don't worry. "I think I'll be back soon." ”

After all, she didn't know much...... I don't know if I told Ante that there is a secret passage in the sewers that leads to the three-storied tower. Can you please His Majesty?

When walking down a spiral staircase. She was still thinking about whether or not to honestly confess to Master Mancini and his missing mage friend. But until it is clear whether Mancini has anything to do with it, it doesn't seem wise to drag the cunning fat man into the water. He may not be the one who will be punished, but he will definitely take revenge......

A slight but familiar sound behind her made the warrior's ever-tense nerves react instantly—it was the sound of a weapon unsheathed.

The moment the blade touched her vest, she shrank forward with agility, her body spun against the wall, and the long sword that had not yet been drawn slammed into the left back of the soldier's unprotected knee behind her, causing him to stagger forward and roll down the stairs. Stuck in the too narrow passage again.

The sound of a series of armor crashing against the stone bricks echoed muffled through the tower. Rosa swung her sword to fend off another soldier's attack, her heart in shock.

It wasn't that she didn't think that Ante would deal with them one by one...... But choose this place. Is he too stupid, or is he underestimating them?

The heavy crash alarmed the other guards, and some were asking loudly, and the sound of rattling footsteps came towards Rosa, but then there were exclamations and screams from the top of the tower.

There's no way Sesyana can't hear what is going on here, and how many people can stop his twin swords?

Rosa leaned her back against the wall, stuck where she was. She had planned to use the guy who was stuck in the passage to block the soldiers coming from below...... But in fact, the only additional enemies were those who ran down from above, and below the dimly lit staircase, there was nothing but the soldier who had just struggled to get up and was kicked down by him.

Something was wrong—a vague uneasiness kept warning her, but at the moment she had no time to think about it, and the most important thing was to save her life first. Her longsword was a little difficult to deal with the guards with armor in such a place, so she simply drew her short sword and stabbed it at the seams of the armor.

Sesyana appeared later than Rosa expected. She had to deal with several soldiers who rolled down from above and cleverly changed the target of the attack.

But they soon realized that the woman in front of them was just as difficult to deal with.

Rosa tried to show as much mercy as she could—not every guard wanted her life, some apparently just wanted to restrain her. It was Ante's orders that were not conveyed to everyone...... Or is this not his order at all?

When Cesyana's figure finally came into view, Rosa couldn't help but smile bitterly - the elf dragged Borena with great difficulty, and the man who had been dragged down the stairs all the way was still unconscious.

Of course, she should have known that he wouldn't leave Borena alone...... But dragging a burly northerner, how far can they escape?

With a dexterous flick of her foot, Rosa sent the other guard, who was trying to keep her balance, falling headfirst. The heavy armor and cramped space were enough for him to struggle for a while to get up. She had to think hard about what to do...... Is it too late to surrender now and tell the absolutely furious king that there seems to be some conspiracy involved......?

A familiar roar came from below, and Rosa was slightly startled, looking down in confusion and uneasiness.

"Rosa!!!" someone shouted, "Little Scarf!!Are you there?!"

Rosa's head buzzed, her eyes went dark, and she almost fell down.

When she looked up, she saw Sesyana's puzzled expression. The elf's eyebrows were slightly raised, mostly because of the affectionate and strange name.

“...... My father. Rosa explained awkwardly and yelled back, "I'm here...... What are you doing here?!"

"What are you talking about, of course, to save you!"

The drunken old man yelled happily. The flickering light of the fire stamped his sturdy figure wielding a battle axe on the wall, giving Rosa a headache and unconsciously a little reassuring.

There was no time to ask the old man how he got the news and how he broke into Lockburg. At the very least, the little ones at home should be fine......

Rosa sighed, knowing in her heart that the matter was up to now, except to desperately escape...... She no longer had a second option.

In all the words that Lange Latus knew or did not know, there was absolutely no "surrender".

Lange Latus roared angrily, his raised battle axe brushed the enemy's helmet with a terrible wind, and slashed firmly against the wall, flying sparks and rubble, and the soldier who was not hit fell in response, and did not know whether he was really stunned or intended to pretend to be stunned to avoid this fate.

Lange spat hard in disdain. He was of a tall stature rarely seen in the South, and though he was over fifty years old, his bare arms were still full of strong muscles, a beautiful beard braided like a dwarf, and a faded tattoo on his shaved head, which seemed to the Southerners probably no different from the legendary terrible barbarians.

He had sworn never to kill again, but at this moment, the boiling blood brought out the brutality he had once relied on for a living, and he was a little uncontrollably tempted to really smash a few heads - if it was to save Rosa, even Norway wouldn't blame him or anything, right?

As he hesitated, Rosa's head emerged from above the spiraling staircase.

"Lange!" cried his eldest daughter, who was no longer sweet and lovely, "no killing!"

The once murderous pirate snorted, turned and stunned the other hapless fellow, and turned curiously to look at the tall, thin, mast-like elf who followed his daughter, and the high-nosed, cheekbones-protruding creature with a beautiful beard that they had dragged down like a sack full of potatoes.

"Which one is your man?" he asked bluntly, the tomahawk pointing at the significantly stronger one, "this one looks better, but what's wrong with him?

Rosa rolled her eyes in annoyance - that's why she didn't want to marry at all!

"How did you get in? No, forget it, tell me you have a way to get out!" she yelled, kicking a soldier in the head as he struggled to get up, trying to ignore Sethiana's surprised and curious gaze.

When dealing with old men, she always became extremely rude because of her spontaneous irritability...... This must be the fault of blood!

"How do you get out? of course you rush out!" Lange glared at her with a straight face.

Rosa groaned and pressed her forehead - she knew it!.

(To be continued......)