The Duke, who usually smiled amiably, changed his demeanor and carved a bloody path with a revolver, his marksmanship impeccable, firing each shot only when the Demons got infinitely close. At such close range, the flesh heads exploded one by one.
"I still need to protect others, you should hide here for now."
Arthur stood at the doorway, not seeming inclined to hide in this basement.
"You have to protect me, they are targeting me!"
Duke Salicardo screamed madly, the merchant truly appeared frightened, since no amount of wealth can buy life.
"Targeting you?"
Arthur looked into the basement suspiciously, asking with confusion.
"Why do you believe they're here to kill you?"
A horde of Demons exposed in Old Dunling just to kill him? Regardless of whether Duke Salicardo understood these Demons, why would he think those distorted creatures were coming for him?
"It's the Exiled People! It must be those Exiled People!"
He screamed, his voice high-pitched.
"Damn it!"
