Trapped in a Dead End

"...All right, it looks like we're dead."

After getting a grasp of the current situation, Duanmu Huai gave a decisive answer.

The Demonic Army was advancing toward the Northern Fortress. More than half the army stationed inside the fortress had mutated into Warp Space monsters because of the Magical Elves. Although some people had escaped the disaster, whether they could hold out against the monsters' attacks was still a problem.

However, that wasn't all.

If Lumiel's account was correct, that meant the same thing had happened inside the Paretia Kingdom as well. After all, as a nation protected by the Magical Elves, Paretia had never been on guard against them in the slightest. As for what was happening in the Royal Capital right now—well, they could worry about that after they made it out alive.

The only fortunate thing was that, according to Anisphia, those adventurers were not completely helpless. Although the guards strengthened by the Magical Elves were indeed impervious to blades and spears, they had still been defeated several times in the face of the Human Magic System.

"Why? Why did this happen...?"

A man staggered over to lean against the wall, his face deathly pale.

"Why? What did we do wrong... Why would the Magical Elves abandon us? Right!"

At this point, the man seemed to think of something. He suddenly widened his eyes and looked toward Yargard.

"Prince, all those nobles who formed contracts with the Elves turned into monsters. Why are you still safe and sound? We can understand the Princess, but you are the Prince, so shouldn't you...?"

"The reason is simple. Not long ago, I broke the Elf Contract."

Hearing the man's question, Yargard fell silent for a moment before speaking.

"What?!"

Upon hearing Yargard's words, everyone present was shocked. Even Anisphia and