The person who was killed, he was a little noisy but a very good-tempered person, and he should not have died innocently like this.

Ram tried to stop, but finally gritted his teeth and continued to run.

It felt like a short distance when carrying water, but now it feels quite long. I heard the roar and scolding in the wind, and my house finally came into view.

"Daddy! Mom! Rem! Ram called out to his family as he opened the door.

It was found that the three familiar family members were showing frightened expressions and did not move. However, after Ram entered the door, everyone's expressions instantly relaxed, revealing a look of relief.

"Ram! Are you alright! Daddy's sturdy hands on the farm hugged Ram tightly.

"Ram ......" Mom's gentle hands also hugged Ram.

"Alright, Ram is back too, let's escape!" Dad said decisively.

Because he was worried that he and Ram had not left home, he missed the opportunity to escape, and the dangerous face should be imminent.

Thinking of this, the fear finally became a reality.

Just as everyone was about to flee together, a figure appeared at the door. The man standing in the sunlight was a knight dressed in full armor, with the emblem of the Herman Empire engraved on his chest, and a long sword unsheathed in his hand.

The Herman Empire was a neighbor of the Kingdom of Lysas and was a country that often waged wars of aggression. However, the war of aggression usually only lasts around the fortified city, and has not yet spread to the village.

But such a quiet life has finally come to an end.

From the gap in the full-hood helmet, you can feel that the cold eyes inside seem to be counting the number of Ram's family.

Ram felt the other man's terrible eyes, and his breathing couldn't help but freeze.

The knight exerted force on his sword-wielding hand, and there was a grinding sound in the metal part of the gauntlet.

Then as he was ready to enter the house......

"Drink!"

"Hmm!"

The father lunged at the knight, and the two of them just bumped into each other and rolled out the door.

"Run!" There was a little blood oozing from my father's face, so he must have been injured when he pounced on the other party, right? He roared with all his might, his expression very hideous.

"You guy!"

The father and the knight grabbed each other and rolled on the ground. The knight pressed his father's sword with one hand, and his father pressed the knight's dagger with one hand.

Looking at the blood on his family's body, Ram's head went blank. He didn't know whether to help his father or run away.

"Ram! Rem! Her mother's call brought her back to her senses, and she shook her head with a sad expression.

Ram took his sister's hand and strode away.

Although Ram struggled with his hesitation and guilt, he finally decided that he had to flee to the Great Forest as soon as possible.

Neighing, roaring, metallic, and burnt stench.

These are constantly being conveyed to Ram's ears, eyes, and nose from all corners of the village.

Where did it come from? Ram desperately tried to discern and ran as hard as he could. When escaping to a wide area, try to shrink up as much as possible, or hide in the corner of the house to move.

As if to freeze the fear of the body, the pounding heartbeat is not just because of running. Even so, the small hand held in her hand drove her to run.

The mother, who was running a little ahead, was about to turn when she suddenly stopped, and then immediately stepped back, her hands still behind her back, gesturing to run somewhere else.

The moment Ram thought of why his mother was doing this, Ram immediately tightened his lips, desperately trying to hold back the cry that was almost going to be.

Holding his sister's hand, he ran as far as he could. Because I don't want to see what happens next.

……

A team of about 50 people rode horses across the grassland, escorting a carriage like stars holding the moon.

Everyone in the team was muscular and burly, and there was one particularly eye-catching man among them.

There is no adjective more suitable for this man than "robust." Even if you are wearing a cuirass, you can see the muscles on your body.

He is in his thirties, and his sun-soaked face has obvious wrinkles. Short black hair is neatly trimmed, with a thick beard, a narrow scar on the left side of the face, and black eyes that shoot like a sharp sword.

The rider who was advancing side by side next to him spoke to the man: "General Ovi, why did you take this route this time?" This seems to be the border. ”

"Hmph, someone wants us to patrol along the way." Ovi gritted his teeth and said: "That guy Michelle, his temper is so good, he didn't even refute it." ”

Although the speed was maintained to the extent that it would not overwork the horse, it had already made a rapid march from the checkpoint to here, and a little fatigue gradually seeped into the depths of Ove's body.

It's just as tiring for horses, so you can't continue to put too much of a burden on them.

"Hopefully nothing happened." The rider muttered.

There was a slight uneasiness hidden in this sentence, and Ovi felt the same way.

Even if he is a big boss, he also senses the smell of conspiracy in it.

The same duel of troops, defeating the orcs and almost flooding a large city, is this the king expressing his dissatisfaction?

Walking this side to patrol, he always felt that those guys were hiding some information.

For example, there are enemies and the like.

Originally, it would have been quicker to send troops from the suburbs, but considering that these victorious divisions were strong and well-armed, the degree was very different from that of soldiers who had just been conscripted.

It's just that now there are only fifty squad teachers, and all the patrol and escort work is entrusted to Ovi and others, which is really stupid.

"General Ove, it's foolish to wait until we arrive to start the search. It's okay to recruit nearby adventurers and ask them to search for them, but why do you do this? There's no one else here, forget it, I hope you can tell me the truth. The rider said with some trepidation.

"Those aristocrats are getting in the way, right? Otherwise, why do this to us? Ove said disdainfully.

"Do those dead aristocrats want to use the heroes of the war as instruments of power struggle? Not only that, but this is a territory directly under the kingdom, so if something happens, you can mock the king and pave the way for the people they support, right? The rider frowned.

"Not all aristocrats think this way." Ove glanced at Michelle's carriage imperceptibly.

At least, this guy wouldn't think like that.

In his words, it is better to drink wine and listen to music than to fight with them.

What is the difference between the open and secret battles of the nobles and the cautious eyes of the marketmen who want a few more pieces of land? This is contrary to the elegance of the aristocracy.

However, this guy is also very strong, the sky is falling and the color remains unchanged, is it talking about people like him? It was a great blessing to be able to fight alongside him.