"Where am I?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
After having shouted righteously moments ago, Kerry found his forehead filled with imaginary question marks as he stared at the chaotic crowd ahead.
He calmed down and realized that intercepting the prince's carriage was pointless and only likely to invite disaster.
Just as this thought surfaced, he saw a knight in front of him roar fiercely, draw his steel sword, and viciously bring it down.
Pfft pfft!
The Royal Knight, with skills honed through rigorous practice, deftly beheaded two refugees blocking the way.
The crowd dispersed instantly, like a tide driven by fear.
"Who was shouting just now?"
A knight stepped forward; Kerry recognized him—it was Hu Pa, the Guard Commander for Prince Emmel.
This tall and robust knight, still bulging in his armor, now stood before him: "Ah, Mr. Kerry, have you turned traitor?"
"I... no... I..."
Kerry's words stumbled out of him.
