By the time Tsugikuni Yoriichi and the other Marines heard the commotion and stepped out of the tavern, the street was already a complete mess.
"Monsters!!"
"Lord Buran has been killed!"
"The army is coming! Run!!"
Seeing the horrifying scene, the nearby residents did not dare linger in the street. They had no interest in watching the spectacle and scattered in all directions amid frantic shouts.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi's attention was immediately drawn to the corpse pinned beneath the meteorite, and he stared at it intently.
It was a middle-aged man, his lower body crushed beneath the meteorite. Flames had already engulfed his entire body. Though his clothes were burning, the gold and silver ornaments on his hands made it clear that he had been a wealthy man.
Judging from the cries of the fleeing residents, the man who had died beneath the meteorite must have been someone important—perhaps a noble of the Emerald Peak Duchy.
There was no need to think about it. Among those present, only one person could have caused such a commotion and turned the battlefield into this state.
As he considered this, Tsugikuni Yoriichi looked toward Issho. At that moment, Issho was surrounded by a group of burly men with formidable presences, and his "walking stick" was already gripped in his hand.
He held the walking stick with both hands as though it were a sword.
"Not being able to see can also be a blessing. There are simply too many filthy, vile people in this world who are too disgusting to behold!"
Surrounded by the men, Issho suddenly spoke. As he did, his right hand gripped one end of the walking stick and drew a long blade from within, sweeping it fiercely at the men around him.
BOOM!!!!
In an instant, a deafening crash rang