"No, no, no! I'm not running away! I'm not running away! ”

In the corner of the door frame, he curled up with his head in his arms.

The handsome face that was once famous throughout Temeria revealed a deep panic and confusion at this time.

He was just one step away from a guard who had been smashed into a vein in his neck by a fragment of plate armor that had been shattered!

One-step!

Will there be such luck next time? Does he dare to bet?

He had been frightened to the point of insanity.

Lan En half-crouched beside him, gently brushing the sawdust off his shoulders for him.

"It's not up to you to decide whether you should flee or not, Lord Earl. It's up to me. ”

"This is your reward for letting me see 'Hell.'"

Lan's movements were gentle, and his words were soft, except for the eyes that looked down on Count Stesa.

"Lord Count, there is a fable in my native land that describes hell. The specific content is not important, but to summarize briefly, 'Hell is a group of ordinary human beings, because of their inner selfish desires and ugliness, they would rather others not get it if they can't get it, so they torture each other'. ”

"Sounds like a no-brainer, doesn't it?"

Half-crouched Lan En smiled lightly, but this relaxed tone made Staisa tremble inexplicably.

"Until. I saw everything you did in the basement of this manor, and I understood what it meant, Lord Earl. ”

The relaxed tone gradually cooled down and calmed down.

But the calmness was far from reassuring, on the contrary, it felt like a sharp blade pulled out of the waveless icy water.

That's what Lan En said, describing what he saw.

"Your basement isn't very bloody and filthy, and the real deterrent is just hanging a child there and bleeding. There is only one child, only a basin of blood. But what really scares me? ”

"Not your little toys that you use to train your skills in bed. You are the one who artificially separates the good and the bad from that group of children. ”

"Children who are obedient enough, who are good enough in servile training, you have arranged for them better food and clothing, and you have a better attitude towards them, and you are kind and pleasant, and you take what you want. Let them feel superior when they see their own children who are not doing well, that is, who are more rebellious. ”

"What a wonderful example of management, Lord Earl!"

Speaking of this, Lan En seemed to be unable to suppress his admiration for this method, and applauded lightly.

"You've given a group of slaves who are a little better off a sense of superiority over the not-so-good ones!"

"I know one of the children of the 'Outstanding Cadets', no. I should say that I have seen it. ”

"The kid was on the beach camp in Willen, with a yellow and skinny face, and I could hold his arms together with one hand. But even in that physical condition, when there was a riot in the camp, he would still open his arms and take the children younger than him into his arms, comforting them even if he himself might die in the next moment. But now."

"Lord Earl, do you know what he was like when I saw him again in your basement?"

Like a host seeking audience interaction, Lane asks the Count, who is huddled in the corner.

Count Stessa just buried his head deeper in the crook of his arm.

"The child is now well nourished and has a delicate and beautiful face. The clothes on his body are delicate and elegant, making him look like a son from an aristocratic background. I was even glad he was like this, until he stood outside the cage and smiled and spat at the badly dressed and badly fed slave kids in the cage. It's like teasing a pack of dogs. ”

Lanne's palm reached into the crook of the earl's arm.

His palm pinched the adult's skull directly, and with his pained and panicked expression, he lifted him up straight.

The cat's eyes were as cold as a predator.

"I can chop a group of well-armed and skilled warriors into pieces so that they don't even have time to sound the alarm. But standing on that flesh-and-blood floor, my heart palpitations were nowhere near as bad as they were when I saw that scene. ”

"That's hell, Lord Earl."

"Don't spare me."

Stessa, whose skull was in unbearable pain under the grip, stumbled.

Lane heard his plea and let go of his hand.

But the eyes, which were still in a hunting stance, told the Count that the matter was not over.

"Run, Stessa."

"The scope is the entire manor, as long as you don't escape the scope of this manor, I won't do anything to you."

"Go to the forces you think can kill me, and ask them for help, so that they can be armed and unsheathed."

"I'm going to chase you and kill all those who want to save you."

In front of Stesa, Lane slowly retreated into the thick shadows.

The upper body is hidden in it, then the legs and feet, and only the faint cat's eyes flicker in the dark.

In the end, even those eyes were immersed in shadows.

Staisa watched the scene in amazement, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Now, let's run."

A knife flew to his feet with a cracking sound.

He was like a frightened rabbit, howling and running away.

~~~~~~

Butler Morgan's fireball exploded, waking up the entire manor's defenses in the bleak night.

All the guards on duty tensed their nerves and moved closer in the direction from which the explosion came.

The guards who were resting awakened suddenly, and they immediately put on their helmets and armor, and were armed with swords and war hammers.

All of a sudden, the entire manor was filled with the shouts of the organizing team, and the "whoosh" of armor pieces colliding with each other as they ran.

The iron armor resonated, and the murderous aura suddenly rose!

The main building of the estate is a large three-storey fortress.

Stessa's bedroom and study are on the top floor.

The most elite, loyal, and trusted fighters enjoy a large collective dormitory on the ground floor.

These fighters are the direct blood of those subordinates in Testa's interest group.

They were encouraged by Stesa from an early age, and because of their family background, they were well nourished, taught by famous teachers, and had excellent military equipment.

Therefore, everyone's body is equipped with full-coverage plate armor as standard.

This armor alone is the entire income of a village for several years.

The number of people is twenty-five, and each is customarily equipped with a morning star hammer, a mace, or a combination of a half-hand sword and a sword and shield.

With the remaining fifteen wandering knights equipped with plate armor, their combat effectiveness is not at the same level at all.

After Stetsa started to run away, the first thing he thought of was rushing here.

Although there were only twenty-five people, the armor and physical fitness of the fault-type leading were enough to support these twenty-five knights to set off a bloody storm among hundreds of ordinary soldiers.

As soon as they put on their equipment, they also immediately organized a formation and approached the location of the Earl upstairs.

Eventually, in a twenty-meter-long corridor, the panicked Count met the well-defended knights.

The Count was running, as if he was being chased by something, and frequently turned back in a panic.

The knights, on the other hand, uphold good battlefield qualities, with swords and shields in front, and a group of people watching each other and supporting each other.

But this kind of tight defense was difficult to sustain after encountering the earl.

First, because of the surprise of these people, they thought that the Earl was already in danger, but they did not expect that the adults themselves would run out at this time.

The second reason is that if you want to include the Earl who ran over into the battle array protection circle, then a tight battle array is inevitable. Disintegrated for a while.

(End of chapter)