#11. A Sense of Reality (2)

With Nasir joining the fight, it was quickly brought under control.

Amid the robed men’s reckless attacks, Nasir slipped in and drove the daggers in his hands into the knights’ vital spots. The knights of House Béarn, who had held their ground starting with the red-gold-haired female knight, fell one after another.

Of course, far more of the corpses sprawled on the ground belonged to their own side. But neither Nasir, Louis Edmund, nor even the robed men paid much attention to the losses.

Once the battle had finally come to an end...

Nasir was busily conferring with the man who seemed to be the leader of the robed men about the place they had prepared and how to reach it.

“Puhahaha! If you’d just given up from the start, you wouldn’t have had to see things end up like this!”

The red-haired Louis Edmund strolled among the corpses, full of himself, as if he had single-handedly struck down every knight.

From time to time, Louis kicked the sides of knights who had already breathed their last, then approached Eleonore, who was still half out of her mind.

Eleonore was still holding Viola’s body in her arms as it grew cold. Only when a shadow fell across the wound in Viola’s neck did Eleonore finally look up and glare at the vile man with all her might.

“Where do you get off glaring at me like that, you insolent—!”...