The appearance of Hohenhiem and the others successfully intercepted Grumman of the Black Eagle rcenary Group, and we continued our desperate flight. I quietly glanced at Baron Trafalgar and Sigrdrífa—both their faces were filled with exhaustion.
Moreover, despite escaping death twice, none of us felt much joy.
Everyone probably realized it—what we lacked was a truly safe place to stay.
Sir Ivanhoe and Hohenhiem's group risked their lives to help us escape, but we couldn't find anywhere safe.
Like a terminally ill patient with no cure, all doctors could do was help the patient struggle on as long as possible.
"Here they co again."
Sigrdrífa reminded us with a bitter smile. The Black Eagle rcenary Group's pursuers were once again biting at our heels.
I believed in Sir Ivanhoe and Anna's Support Group's abilities—they would definitely hold off the enemies they faced. The ones pursuing us were the third wave of Black Eagle rcenary Group adventurers.
The second-strongest rcenary organization in the Kingdom of Michel after the Rhodes rcenary Group—such was how people evaluated the Black Eagle rcenary Group. Indeed, they weren't on the sa level as the guild organizations we'd encountered before.
"Sorry, maybe breaking through under the cover of night wasn't the right decision..."
"Don't say foolish things," Baron Trafalgar responded. "With the encirclent already ford, it was just a matter of when we'd encounter them. The longer we waited, the denser their numbers would beco. eting them early is a good thing."
"But..."
But in truth, we were being driven into a dead end.
The Black Eagle rcenary Group was like zombies in endless mode—defeat one wave and another cos, truly never-ending.
Christiana once said Anna's Support Group conservatively numbered over ten thousand people, and the Black Eagle rcenary Group had even larger numbers. Since this was a ga where sheer numbers were truly effective, this outco was only natural.
"Hey, moon elf, can you ride a horse?"
"Ride a horse? I do know so riding skills... What are you planning?"
After getting Sigrdrífa's reply, Baron Trafalgar imdiately reined in his horse.
"I'm temporarily transferring the mount's usage rights to you."
I looked behind us—we had just crossed a river.
There was only one bridge over the river. If we cut that bridge, using the terrain should buy us so ti.
Continuing to run might get us caught, since although the Black Eagle rcenary Group's mounts weren't as good as the legendary steed, they were still in peak condition with plenty of stamina for sprinting.
"I'm skilled with wind elental magic, so I'll disrupt the water flow and try to delay them. At least their mounts definitely won't be able to cross."
Baron Trafalgar shattered the wooden bridge over the river with one sword strike.
"My condition isn't very good. If they also have soone specializing in wind elental magic, that'll be troubleso, so I can't guarantee how long I can hold them off."
"Sir Trafalgar, you..."
On the opposite bank of the river, pursuers' figures had already appeared.
"...Please take care."
[Anastasia's affection toward "Baron Trafalgar" 1]
I could only condense all my mixed emotions into those three words. Even with the terrain advantage, Baron Trafalgar, afflicted with the fatigue debuff, couldn't delay them for long, yet he still decided to stay behind.
Sigrdrífa was an elf—though her riding level wasn't particularly skilled, she had natural affinity with animals. With the rider change, the legendary steed showed no agitation.
I also placed Carol Cat on the horse's back and continued fleeing forward, suppressing my concern about the sounds of fighting echoing behind us.
Where exactly... was our destination...?
Even with Baron Trafalgar blocking the pursuers from behind, we still couldn't completely shake off the Black Eagle rcenary Group.
"There's an ambush...!"
Sigrdrífa and I shouted simultaneously to warn each other. Sigrdrífa's natural protection should be more sensitive to danger than mine… Was it because fatigue reduced the efficiency of receiving danger warnings from nature?
Over a dozen black-clad adventurers flashed out from the forests on both sides. They might have been notified by the Black Eagle rcenary Group through private ssages or so other ans. There could be their ambushes throughout the forest or maybe ran into a random squad.
I hurled chains at the nearest black-clad figure, but the severe fatigue debuff indeed affected my attack speed. The black-clad person tilted their head slightly, dodging the chain's first strike. I then swung the chain, wanting to severely injure that guy's head, but the chain passed straight through.
Partial phasing... Not good, these adventurers are highly trained...
I unhesitatingly threw chains backward. Sigrdrífa had to protect both Lily and Carol Cat and was completely overwheld.
"Anna?!"
The chains ford a huge cocoon, protecting Sigrdrífa and the others within it.
This was also to avoid causing friendly fire. The mont the shelter ford, harsh magical sound flowed from my throat.
Sonic skill, [Requiem]—a magic skill with armor penetration. The closer the distance, the higher the damage, and it causes brief stunning effects.
Although I was in a severely fatigued state, I could at least handle target practice.
I leaped into the air, chains spreading in all directions, precisely piercing through each black-clad person's chest.
"Phew... Safe now..."
I released the chain protection, but suddenly another assassin jumped out from a nearby bush.
They used camouflage items?! Did they deliberately avoid acting with their other companions to prevent accidents...!
The black-clad person drew a dagger aid directly at Lily, but their movent suddenly halted.
In their abdon—a huge scythe had pierced through their body.
"Cough...?!"
"I really can't understand what big sister sees in you..."
A clear, pleasant voice of an unfamiliar girl rang out. The scythe's owner also appeared—erging from the black-clad person's shadow.
Like , a girl dressed in maid attire.
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