She then grabbed Alphonse and fled into an empty alley, avoiding the monster's trail, and ran all the way to a dilapidated grain warehouse.
Peeking out the broken window, I saw the crowd outside, the people whose hearts had been completely corrupted by demonic forces, killing and biting each other, their flesh and blood flying everywhere, a truly horrific sight.
Priscilla, who had just entered the warehouse, tried several times to rush out of the warehouse in an attempt to stop this horrific situation from continuing, but Alphonse managed to stop her each time.
Priscilla was puzzled as to why the Royal Knights remained completely silent during this chaotic time.
“Um…” Alphonse was panting, still recovering from the exhaustion of running, “I’m sorry, I lied to you at first… but now, in this critical moment… I have to tell you… in detail about the ‘Northern Thieves’ and some other assassins who have recently appeared.”
Priscilla took the leather soft water bottle from her waist, shook it for a moment, and handed it to Alphonse. "Alright, alright, I'm listening. Speak slowly."
After drinking his fill, he wiped his mouth and took a deep breath before explaining, "When I saw the scene of the people's transformation just now, I understood. Those people had already been killed by thieves before the transformation. Not only that, they were also being manipulated by necromancers hiding in the shadows using illusions, intending to attack us."
"In other words... everything we saw tonight, including the parades, celebrations, and large-scale events like banquets, was..."
Priscilla choked up at this point, which was undoubtedly quite ironic.
“Yes, those were just illusions created by necromancers manipulating ‘dolls.’” Alphonse couldn’t bear to hurt the girl any further. She, who had always firmly believed in the prosperity and stability of the kingdom, was already heartbroken and tears were streaming down her face.
"How...how could this happen...Then, where are the Royal Knights? Why didn't they intervene at this time?"
"Did you... see any living knights? Probably not. Even if you did, they'd probably be zombies by now. They've likely become puppets of the necromancers."
Just moments before, as Alphonse was running, he had stumbled upon a few royal knights who were hiding deep in an alley, their eyes gleaming as they devoured their companion.
"Even the Knights... were wiped out."
Alphonse gently patted her trembling shoulder, comforting her.
"And you probably guessed what those thieves and assassins were after. That's right, their target was the golden dagger in my hand."
In fact, this short sword is the prototype of the Ice Holy Sword "Danritale." Unfortunately, I am currently... incapable of summoning the Ice Holy Sword, much less wielding it.
Priscilla fell silent.
"You could say that the thieves and assassins did all this for me, and the holy sword in my hand. The culprit who plunged the capital into destruction... is none other than me."
Alphonse felt a mix of self-mockery and guilt, while simultaneously preparing for the worst.
“Priscilla, I will now give you the Holy Sword, and then I will go out as bait to lure them away. While I am there, you should escape from Vormin Bay as quickly as possible.”
Upon hearing this suggestion, she stared at Alphonse for a moment, then angrily swung her hand down and slapped him hard across the face.
Alphonse was startled by her sudden action.
"Idiot, who said you had to stay here alone! At the very least, we should escape this city overrun by monsters together!"
"But that's impossible... the chances of two people surviving together are very slim!"
"You... are you trying to break my promise now without reason?! I said that as a comrade, I would protect you!"
"But……"
"You...didn't you say that Saint Dragon Desfield raised you? If she knew you were so cowardly that you were about to give up your life, would she be happy?"
Although the girl didn't quite believe in the existence of the Holy Dragon, at this critical moment, she didn't care what the words were, as long as they could cheer Elfons up and prevent him from giving up on her.
Alphonse seemed to remember something, suddenly realizing something, and muttered to himself, "Yes, I have to go back to see her."
Priscilla hugged Alphonse tightly, sobbing, "So, don't say such cruel things as 'escape alone' anymore... We've been companions on this journey together, so let's escape together."
The most heartbroken was Priscilla. The first day of their journey, the fun they had enjoyed that night, and their long-held belief in an "invincible, stable, and prosperous kingdom" had all vanished like a bubble.
So Alphonse stopped expressing his pessimism and simply did his best to comfort the girl who was crying in his arms.
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Almost every corner of the street was stained red with mottled blood.
The flames of evil spread through Wominbel, leaving behind countless bloodied and mangled corpses. The souls of the people of the capital were also trampled upon on this street, which was steeped in the aura of the underworld.
Overnight, blood was spilled across this city of the dead. The mutated humans revealed their demonic nature, transforming into extremely hungry monsters and demons, fighting and killing each other for prey.
"Be careful not to get close to those corpses. Although they are dead and show no signs of life, they can still be manipulated by necromancers as puppets."
Alphonse walked briskly with Priscilla along the deserted main street of the city, carefully keeping his companion alert.
“Those necromancers… they actually have such abilities! But we can’t see them anywhere.”
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