At the forefront of the Shadow Demon Legion, two figures galloped on horseback.
Hooves shattered the scorched earth, sending blackened stones and sparks flying, as though the entire land were wailing for the pursuit.
Leading them was a man clad in a damaged yet still imposing cloak—
Saint Green.
A blade had split open his forehead, blood running down along his brow. The wound should have been fatal, yet under some strange force, it let out a sizzling sound.
Flesh writhed, and the torn skin slowly healed, leaving behind a nauseating scar.
"...Heh."
Saint Green raised a hand to wipe away the blood, though his fingertips still trembled slightly. "As expected of the man who dared to storm Mary Geoise."
"The wound that bastard cut into me... still needs some time to heal."
Beside him, a female member of God's Knights rode a white horse, calmly scanning ahead with her gaze fixed firmly on Rocks's retreating figure.
"At least we can be certain now."
"He's one of the Davy Family too."
Her tone was steady, yet carried a trace of cold anticipation.
"If we can deal with him, His Highness will be very pleased."
Rocks kept running, the weight on his shoulder gradually throwing his breathing into disarray.
Alice lay draped over his shoulder. Finally unable to suppress her emotions any longer, she raised her head and shouted with all her strength, "Put me down, Xebec!!!"
Rocks clenched his teeth, but his pace did not slow in the slightest.
"What stupid nonsense are you talking about?!"
"You think I'd let them capture you?!"
The wind tore at their eardrums, and Alice's voice broke apart amid their desperate flight. "Do you think you can defeat them with just one arm?!"
Rocks's breath caught sharply. He let out a low roar, his