The fireball struck the soldiers again, reducing their numbers even further. Kier, who had been worried before, was now as calm as ever.
With those two devastating attacks, there weren't many soldiers left to face in direct combat, and most of them weren't anywhere near their level. The rest of the fight would be easy.
It seemed the soldiers knew it too. A few of them began to run.
"Screw this! And screw this noble family!" someone shouted. "I'm out of here!"
When William saw them fleeing, he said, "Kier, go after the ones running. I'll handle the ones who still want to fight."
Kier obeyed without hesitation. "Understood."
He took off, chasing after the soldiers who tried to escape.
As for William, he walked slowly toward the ones who remained—those who still clung to the idea of fighting. They were grouped together, standing in a loose formation, like soldiers trying to convince themselves they still had a chance.
