Dawn and Darkness (10)

The nobles of Corland Kingdom welcomed the darkest day of their lives.

More than thirty nobles with Noble Titles, along with over two hundred members of noble bloodlines, died in their own estates in the span of a single night. Their corpses soaked in pools of their own blood until the servants' terrified screams shattered the silence of rooms occupied only by the dead.

Even more servants were beaten or killed because of this. Corpses could be seen everywhere throughout the royal city, along with knights and soldiers whose eyes had turned wild, wanting to kill anyone they saw.

The Knight's Creed still upheld this world's middle class: when the lord was humiliated, his retainers died. Now their lords were dead, killed through sinister means. What were the retainers supposed to do?

They were practically on the verge of suicide. But before that, they had to vent the fury in their hearts to the fullest.

"Get lost!"

When the knights saw people by the roadside, they kicked them without hesitation. Only after kicking them until their heads were split and bleeding did they come to their senses.

"What exactly did you see last night?"

"Speak! What did you see?"

Knights were naturally tall and imposing, and their furious expressions were all the more terrifying. The commoners by the roadside were pale with fear, too frightened to utter a single word.

"You damned mud legs, what did you see? Speak!"

"If you don't talk, you die!"

The nobles were already dead. What did it matter if they killed a few royal city commoners? No one would speak for them.

The Knight's Greatswords slid from their sheaths, their icy edges glinting coldly and making everyone even more afraid.

They were too frightened to speak, able only to huddle together tightly.

Someone nearby