Despite the Knights' already exceeding normal speed, Angus continued to urge his horse forward at the front of the column, creating some distance between himself and the large number of knights.
The knights were very puzzled by this.
Why is Count Angus so anxious, ordering them to return to defend at full speed, when they have clearly won a great victory?
Could something major have happened at the base?
Although the knights were full of doubts, they did not hesitate or slack off, and all followed Angus at top speed.
As they rushed back at full speed, and gradually came into view of the fortress's location...
Everyone's expression suddenly turned serious, becoming extremely solemn.
Because of the location of the base, clusters of raging fires also ignited.
The thick fog mingled with the rolling snow, and the hazy crimson firelight weighed heavily on the hearts of every knight, their nerves taut.
In this situation, there is only one possibility.
That means their home was raided.
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the entire knightly team sped up their advance.
Finally, they arrived at the fortress.
The knights pierced through the thick fog and leaped over the dilapidated, makeshift city walls, clearly seeing the city's devastation.
The snow was covered in crimson blood; almost all the remaining knights had died in battle, and the roadsides were piled high with the corpses of barbarians and knights.
Many residents lost their homes and huddled helplessly in narrow spaces yet to be touched by fire and blood, their bodies trembling incessantly.
It was precisely because they hid beforehand that they survived the disaster.
The villagers' eyes showed no surprise at the returning knight; instead, they were filled with numbness and despair.
Looking at the villagers around them with their blank expressions, the knights who had promised to protect them couldn't even look them in the eye.
They bit their lips, clenched their fists, and were filled with guilt and sorrow.
When Angus witnessed this scene, even the usually composed Angus nearly broke down.
His pupils trembled, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
The fear in his heart swelled rapidly, as if a bottomless abyss was relentlessly eroding his reason and soul.
"No...no..."
Angus muttered to himself, as if thinking of something terrible, and frantically spurred his horse straight toward his own mansion.
Although he returned home quickly, but...
He looked at the warm little house that had been built not long ago, now a dilapidated and desolate place.
The windows on both sides have disappeared, the main door on one side has been destroyed, a large section of the roof has collapsed, and the entire beam is tilted and fallen.
A cold wind raged through the large house.
Meanwhile, foul-smelling bloodstains slowly flowed down the steps of the cottage, staining the white snow in front of the door red.
Seeing this, Angus felt as if he had lost his breath for a moment, and his mind went blank.
He fell off his horse, utterly disoriented.
Without even having a chance to stand properly, he staggered across the blood-stained snow and trembled as he entered the broken house.
As soon as Angus entered the house, he saw the floor covered with broken corpses soaked in blood.
At first glance, the outline of the corpse was faintly visible in the dim light.
He dared not look at it, nor dared to discern its nature.
My vision blurred for a moment, and my heart seemed to skip a beat.
Some of the corpses had red hair, while others had blue hair.
Hmm? No, that's not right.
His wife doesn't have hair of this color either.
I didn't see it clearly, let me take another look.
After just a few glances, he was completely dumbfounded.
Because these corpses looked all too familiar to him.
Isn't this the very barbarian tribe he kills every day, whether he has something to do or not?
But he shouldn't have had any extra knights, so how could there be barbarian corpses in his house?
Could it be...?
He slowly raised his head and saw the only intact dining table in the entire room.
The table was still set with various foods, but because so much time had passed, they were no longer steaming hot.
However……
A woman was sitting in a chair, holding a bowl of soup in her hands.
Just as he seemed about to take a sip, he saw Angus kneeling on the ground.
She stiffly brought the bowl to her lips, but couldn't bring herself to drink a single drop.
Then, seemingly equally confused, she opened her mouth and said:
"Angus, what are you doing?"
"Why are you kneeling on the ground? Isn't the ground cold?"
Beside him, his young son was babbling and trying to snatch the bowl of soup from his mother's hands.
His eldest daughter, Kefra, was not present.
Because Kefla is in another inhabited city that also needs protection, training with his subordinates.
Hearing his wife's words, Angus's throat trembled, and he instinctively wanted to ask, "Are you alright?"
But the thought of his wife comfortably eating in such an environment caused his initial worries to turn into...
"Aren't you cold?"
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