"For the sake of His Highness Berrion Marcherus, for the sake of the Kingdom of Turin, forward-!"

To the sound of the commander's slogans, thousands of hoplites of the garrison trotted in the direction of the hills of Marcherus with somewhat disorganized steps.

It all happened so suddenly—when they got the news that His Highness Anson was in rebellion, almost everyone thought they had misheard, but the knight who came to give the order had a serious and heavy face, obviously not joking.

But just as they were urgently assembling and preparing to march towards the Makerus hills, there was a sudden loud tremor in the direction of King's Port, and then the stunned soldiers received another piece of news - the royal fleet had suddenly mutinied, and had captured King's Port, and the rebels who had landed on the shore were also advancing in the direction of Makerus Hill, and they needed to rush over to support and block the group of rebels immediately.

The commander of the garrison has been completely confused, and the city of Turin, which was full of peaceful atmosphere a moment ago, seems to have turned into a huge battlefield in an instant, and tens of thousands of soldiers and hundreds of thousands of civilians have been swept into this terrible whirlpool, as if it is destined that today's city of Turin will be soaked in blood.

Despite fear and still not knowing what was going on, the commander followed the knight's orders, and a full five thousand well-armed hoplites advanced parallel from three streets, from the north towards the road from the Port of Kings to the hills of Marcherus - their task was to get ahead of the rebels and block the road.

But they don't know exactly what awaits them in front of them.

"They don't know. Right?" Angela, who was expressionless, whispered as if she were talking to herself: "They don't know anything. Gratoni. ”

Without responding to her voice, the pale little maid slowly picked up her blood-soaked hands and gently left the last traces on the walls painted with charms.

At that moment, all the blood suddenly seemed to come to life, like a giant python "crawling" on the wall, and it quickly burrowed through the cracks in the attic floor.

There was a sudden violent vibration sound under the originally quiet floor, but a soft smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth, like a painter who had completed the work. Looking at his work with satisfaction.

The vibrations from under the attic grew stronger and stronger, and some strange sounds could be faintly heard, but the little maid sat quietly by the window with her knees folded as if she were waiting.

In that case, Edward would have complimented Angela, right?, with her red cheeks resting on her chin, and the little maid's eyes narrowed into a line. An eerie roar and the sound of struggle mingled into the attic, the sound of Gratoni slowly "hatching".

The whole attic trembled violently as if it were about to collapse, as if even it felt something terrible slowly being born, trembling in fear like a human being. The dust from the ceiling shook off and fell on the little maid's long hair.

...... "Stop!"

The queue, which had just been advancing at full speed, suddenly stopped. The frowning commander of the garrison ran quickly to the front and looked at the centurion who was standing motionless: "What's the matter, why stop - don't you know how urgent the time is now?!"

The centurion was silent and didn't say a word, his eyes widened and pointed straight ahead, the impatient commander looked over, he was still angry just now, he instantly gasped, and the whole person even instinctively took half a step back: "What is this?!"

Again and again, the gate of the bell tower at the front was reduced to a pile of ruins. And in the smoke and dust, as if something strange was squeezing out of it little by little, and when the smoke and dust cleared, a pile of rotten and fishy, forcibly piled up vomit-like rotten flesh, like leeches slowly moving on the ground, large and small sarcomas and dilapidated rotten flesh piled up, constantly exploding to flow the yellow liquid that seemed to be evaporating on the ground.

Just looking at it, the commander felt his stomach churning, and he could hear the sound of soldiers vomiting behind him. Holding back the desire to spit out, the commander drew his sword: "The whole army is in formation, the crossbowmen are ready - let this monster go to hell!"

The well-trained hoplites soon formed a shield wall, and the light infantry, carrying longbows and crossbows, came running from the rear of the line, and a rain of locust arrows rose into the air, covering the entire bell tower in an instant, and Gratoni's rotting body was filled with crossbows and bows.

"It's useless. Angela, who was hiding in the attic, raised a smile on her lips: "Gratoni is a fool who only knows how to eat, pain and sound are non-existent to it, and the only thing it knows is to eat." ”

"There are so many people, it must make it exciting, right?"

"Ah――――――!!!!!!h

Before the commander could be confused, the "monster", which had been quiet just now, suddenly seemed to wake up, struggling excitedly, huge tentacles stretched out from the carrion, spraying yellow-brown putrid liquid, and the soldiers standing in the first row did not react, and the yellow-brown liquid splashed on their shields and armor seemed to be "alive" - eyes, ears, nose. Mouth...... Got into their bodies from anywhere they could see!

The screams of the terrible struggle were like the screams before death, and the soldiers behind were completely frightened, and desperately backwards and tried to leave, but to no avail...... The soldiers, who had just been struggling, suddenly turned their heads, their eyes completely yellow with the liquid, like ghouls who had lost their minds, brandished their weapons and pounced on their brothers and robes, biting desperately.

Crowding, screaming, crying...... Accompanied by the "wailing" of the zombies, all kinds of sounds accompanied by the bloody bodies turned into a "blood rain" - no one knew what was going on, they were just desperately trying to escape, trying to escape from this terrible world, from the monster that was still spraying yellow liquid and full of tentacles!

"You are not allowed to run, you are not allowed to run--you are all soldiers of Lord Berion, fighting for Lord Berion!" the commander shouted desperately, but only added to the confusion: "Kill that monster, kill him - fight for Turin, fight for Lord Berion!!!"

"It's useless, you've been treated as food by Gratoni, how can you escape?" the little maid in the attic was still muttering to herself, her fleshy little face rubbing her knees slightly: "Except for Edward, only Edward can defeat Gratoni." ”

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly—I don't know how long, and perhaps I didn't realize that Angela was gone.

Angela, who lived to make Gratoni, is long gone, replaced by a maid who has become a "tool", knowing what she lives for, why she exists in a world that should have been destroyed a long time ago.

It's all because of Edward Witwood, and Edward is the meaning of Angela's existence. The little maid's cheeks turned redder, I don't know when it started, and when she thought of it, she didn't become happy, but she was nervous, scared, and a little, a little bit like she had never felt before, and her heart beat faster.

Especially when she saw the woman named "Ellen" - they had only met a few times, but Angela didn't know why she hated Alan so much, as if she would snatch Edward away from her or Angela at any moment.

Angela didn't know, but every time she saw her next to Edward, she was always so sad.

But if he killed her, Edward would be upset and would abandon Angela, right?" thought the little maid sourly.

While thinking, Angela, covered in blood, completed a second spell on the ground, and the faint flames spread throughout the room little by little like blooming flowers - Gratoni is a monster who only knows how to eat, and the only way to stop Gratoni is fire.

The bright and bright light of the fire engulfed the whole room almost instantly, and Angela, who was sitting in the corner, looked at the raging flames around her, but the corners of her mouth raised a slightly satisfied smile, and closed her eyes little by little.

In this way, Edward will always remember Angela, right? The little maid smiled happily, it was the smile that had already ascended to the kingdom of the stars, there was no regret, no more pain—found the meaning of life, what could be more happy?

The dark smoke gradually closed the room, and the little maid coughed constantly. The screams outside the window were heard one after another, and the elite of the garrison of more than 5,000 people was almost devoured by the mad Gratoni - in the face of the hungry demon, numbers could only make it stronger, and even a city would only be destroyed if it was not properly stopped.

Edward, you're going to remember, right? Remember Angela...... Angela is, but she's amazing.

"Bang!" the closed door was kicked open, and a hurried figure rushed in, the coughing little maid's eyes widening. (To be continued.) )