On a new day, the untouchables woke up at the urging of the cavalry.

They were driven to the battlefield, and the wheat fields in the distance were still green.

Loren saw a cemetery standing on the edge of the battlefield, where the people who died yesterday were buried?

Their tombstones face the battlefield, as if looking at people who are still alive.

Lord Lorain announced his attack, rode over, and Lorain saw that he had a special look at himself. He cheered himself up and rushed out.

Lorain couldn't remember if anyone was following him, his mind went blank, as if it had become a cold tombstone, numbly watching a group of untouchables running forward.

When he regained consciousness, he saw himself standing with a group of untouchables, surrounding the elf-like black-haired boy he had seen in the night sky.

Annan seemed to be draped in a hazy light, with a gentle smile on his cheeks:

"Welcome home."

There was suddenly no sound around, and Lorain looked down at the dagger in his hand, squeezing through the crowd in front of him. A beautiful fragrance rushed to his face, and Loren raised his trembling hand, and the filthy dagger stained with the blood of his companion was pushed into Annan's chest.

"I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

Luo Lan cried and apologized, and the stunned Annan's cheeks gradually softened, still gentle: "If my death can be exchanged for your good life......"

"Die...... Die! Die! ”

Lorain suddenly stabbed several times in a frenzy, and Annan fell to the ground weakly, like white petals stained with filth.

The untouched people scattered and fled, and the warriors did not yet know what was happening. Taking advantage of the chaos, Loran cut off Annan's head with his eyes closed and fled to the other side of the battlefield.

He saw Lord Loran, carrying Annan's head and shouting, "I...... I did it! My lord! I did it!!! ”

The indifferent Lord of Lorrain took him back to the castle. He saw Ina's body again. She rolled over at some point, her empty eyes staring at her.

"Loraine, you killed Annan." The Mad Dog Grand Duke smiled cruelly.

"That's right! My lord, I killed him! ”

The Mad Dog Grand Duke slapped the armrest of the king's chair and roared through the castle hall: "How dare a pariahs kill a nobleman...... Hang him! ”

"Grand Duke......? You promised me ......"

Loran knelt in front of the throne, the head, Ina's face seemed to be looking at him.

"Do you know what this guy calls me? Mad Dog Grand Duke ......" Mad Dog Grand Duke smirked, "You actually believe the words of a mad dog, no wonder it is ...... Untouchables. ”

A piece of hemp rope suddenly wrapped around Lorain's neck and pulled him up.

Lorain screamed in horror and struggled frantically, trying to break free from the hemp rope around her neck. But his struggle had no effect, and he began to have trouble breathing, and the crowd under the gallows watched numbly as Loran's body stiffened and stopped moving.

Lorrain watched as his body hung on the gallows, swaying in the wind. He felt like he was rotting day by day. The eyeballs and tongue begin to fall off, and vision is lost as the crow pecks away. Mosquitoes bite their bodies and build nests in flesh and blood—

"Don't—don't ——!"

Lorraine awoke from a desperate stump.

It was already dawn, and the untouchables woke up at the urging of the cavalry. They were driven to the battlefield, and the wheat fields in the distance were still green.

Loran saw the cemetery staring at him, and saw Lord Loland passing in front of him on horseback, and looked at himself deliberately.

He lowered his head, the dagger in his trembling hand dripping blood, pooling up at his feet to form Ina's face.

"No...... No!!! ”

The untouchable Loran suddenly rushed out in the confusion of Lord Loran. He stared ahead, and saw the elite knights with spears that shot strange arrows, avoiding him and hitting the knights who were pursuing him.

He rushed over again and saw a crowd of ragged untouchables surrounding Annan, and saw Ina standing beside Annan, looking at him and smiling.

The gentleness of the brunette boy remained the same.

"Welcome home."

Tearfully loraining Loren woke up from the milky glow.

On this night, there were many civilians who secretly cried like Lorain.

……

Carrying Annan hovering over the camp, Elimoas returned to the Lord's Palace.

Annan didn't say anything in front of everyone's gaze until Dean Brehim disarmed him with the High Suggestion.

"Tomorrow we will be able to harvest the fruits." Annan said.

The down-to-earth crowd dispersed.

"Annan, you can rest too." Etilia said, being pushed back to her lodgings by Ingrid.

Alice hasn't left yet. "How did you come up with these ideas?" She couldn't help but ask.

Annan said nonchalantly: "It's all the previous method." ”

When he used magic images to deal with Glacier Harbor and hints against Frost Giants, Annan just repeated his old tricks.

"It's a form of hypnosis?"

Annan shook his head, slightly different from hypnotizing the white dragon, this time Annan didn't fall asleep one by one, because there were too many civilians...... He just deepened their subconscious through magical images and made them dream on their own.

"I didn't control them, I just made the hesitant determined."

Late at night, Alice was much more literate: "But who knows if they will experience the most cruel nightmare?" ”

"It's the darkness before dawn."

……

Early in the morning, Annan came to the front after learning of the Mad Dog Grand Duke's knightly movements.

As yesterday, they keep civilians in the way. The patrolling knights were shouting something.

Annan guessed that it was a big shot: "Can you hit the talking knight?" ”

"It's too far." Rosie said guiltily.

Annan was ready to ask Dean Brehim to help. "Let me try." Alice said suddenly, took the magic musket handed by Lotie, and answered Annan's doubts: I know how to use it.

"I'm just worried that you're going to hurt civilians......"

"I'm not you."

In Annan's anger, Alice picked up the magic musket, and seemed to aim ahead without aiming, and after a surge of magic power, she pulled the trigger-

In the distance, a knight falls from his horse.

"You're in luck." Annan suddenly felt the emotions of Leila and Fast as they competed.

"It's hit." Alice returned the musket to Rosie.

"How could it be ......"

At a distance of at least 500 meters, even Fermi, who slept with a magic musket and called it "increasing affinity with the gun soul", could not do it......

"I enchanted the musket and locked him with magic."

Annan guessed that Alice had hit the big guy, maybe it was the mad dog archduke - otherwise why the angry knight drove hundreds of civilians in.

But the mad dog archduke had no lesson. It was the same as yesterday: the cavalry was repulsed by the musketeers, and the crowds of civilians threw down their weapons and ran over—

"Lord Castle, they want me to kill you! Also ......"

One of the boys, about the same age as Annan, held up a blood-stained dagger and knelt before him.

Annan smiled softly, as in a dream, draped in a hazy halo.

"It's okay, it's all over."

(End of chapter)