Boom... Bang bang...
The distant, muffled sound of cannon fire reached the rooms of the castle.
Fatro stood before the window, the light of the flames outside the city reflected in his dark green eyes. His sharp brows drew together in a deep frown.
"If this drags on, it's only a matter of time before we're breached."
About ten days ago, a small group of monsters attacked the city.
At first, no one paid it any mind.
They assumed the monsters had merely appeared near the city by chance.
But the assassins who appeared soon afterward made everyone realize that something was wrong.
The situation did not calm down after the assassination attempt failed.
More and more monsters attacked the city, and even communications had been cut off several days ago.
"With methods this extreme, just which faction is behind this..."
Fatro raised a hand and touched his already-healed neck, a thoughtful look flickering in his eyes.
Tap tap tap—bang!
"Please evacuate as soon as possible, Your Highness!"
The door was shoved open, and a knight clad in pitch-black armor hurried into the room.
"If this continues, the city walls' defenses will completely collapse. It's too dangerous!"
"While the situation hasn't yet become completely hopeless, please relocate to a safe place at once, Your Highness."
Fatro turned to look at the knight standing by the door and said with a faint, unconcerned smile:
"Urudius, you're a little too tense."
"But...!"
Urudius was about to continue persuading him, but when faced with those sharp eyes, he found himself unable to say another word.
"How is Marquis Pompey doing?"
Fatro's soft question interrupted Urudius.
Urudius froze for a moment, then came back to himself and continued:
"Marquis Pompey is still unconscious."
"Although his wounds have healed, the poison in his body hasn't