Kreil did not hesitate in the slightest. He turned and left, landing in the military camp and seeking out Charlotte. In a low voice, he said, "The few of us Saint Ranks will definitely be watched by Viscount Constantine. We certainly won't be able to leave, but you're still mid-rank. If you leave now, you still have a chance to escape."
"Go back to Strasbourg and deliver a message to my parents. Tell them..."
"Kreil Brittany will love them forever!"
Abner Soumei also looked dejected. He handed Charlotte a cufflink and said, "Take this to my family too!"
Charlotte took a deep breath and said, "We're friends! Although I know that at a time like this, I shouldn't..."
Kreil reached out and patted his shoulder. "Everyone has their own responsibilities! Charlotte, we know what kind of person you are. This time, you should be the one to leave."
Just as Charlotte was about to say more, an utterly ordinary voice drifted over from an incomparably distant place. "Constantine, your Phoenix General Breathing Technique has already reached its peak. There's no path forward, yet you're playing tricks with meditation methods. What's the point of using them to frighten young people?"
Relief at having survived the disaster appeared on Kreil's and Abner's faces. The two men threw their arms around Charlotte, weeping with joy. Kreil shouted, "It's my uncle! My uncle, Count Brittany, is here! We're safe now."
Abner also fiercely slapped Charlotte's shoulder. He was a Commander of Ten Thousand Knights after all, and his hand was immensely strong. He nearly slapped Charlotte into coughing blood. Fortunately, Charlotte was fairly sturdy.
Charlotte looked up at the sky and saw a black line slicing through the atmosphere as it tore through the air. Everywhere it passed, the entire sky seemed to be