I'm Panicking-What Should I Do?

Nalant froze. He had originally hoped he could muddle through and then escape.

After all, he had heard that a chaotic battle was raging up ahead. That was the best possible opportunity for him to leave.

But now, it seemed that plan would have to be postponed.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Nalant was utterly helpless. Such a perfect opportunity had slipped through his fingers just like that.

As for the First Prince and the others in the carriage nearby, Nalant was now like a clay Buddha crossing a river—unable to save even himself—so he had no intention of rescuing them.

Of course, even if he were not in this situation, whether to save them would still require careful consideration. Some despicable and shameless fellows, for instance, were better off dying here and being done with once and for all.

Now that the princess would not let him leave, Nalant could only continue waiting for an opportunity.

Next, Nalant and Quick mounted their warhorses and followed the princess's party toward her camp.

Along the way, at the princess's request, Nalant began recounting what had happened during the pursuit in the rear.

Although he had been the one chased, he had experienced it firsthand. With a little imagination and a change of perspective, he could describe everything in meticulous detail without a single flaw.

Nalant even imagined things from Bache and the others' perspective, recounting how they had questioned villagers along the road on their way back, making it clear that "that damned Nalant" was most likely still hiding somewhere in the rear.

After hearing him out, the princess merely fell into thought and offered no further comments.

She then had Nalant follow at the rear of the party as they returned to camp together.

Seeing that escape was impossible for the