At that moment, Kureha, who was helping Mingde and the others finish off the remaining enemies, suddenly turned her head. "Huh? Why have they stopped? Pickle should still be some distance away from them."
Beside her, Mingde rubbed his aching arm, sore from overexertion. "Did you sense something, Dr. Kureha?"
Kureha ignored him. She closed her eyes and focused all her senses on Port. Soon, she opened them and frowned. "Looks like Pickle has taken civilians hostage, so they don't dare make a Motion. We need to finish up here quickly. They need help."
Mingde had no idea how Kureha could detect what was happening so far away, but he knew the old woman would not be wrong.
She had earned that authority through everything she had done in the fighting just now.
At Kureha's words, Mingde's expression darkened. "Using civilians as shields? Fine. Very fine."
He glanced at the soldiers who were still firing, then said to Kureha, "How about this, Doctor? Tell us where the enemies are, and we'll handle the fighting here. You go help Arudo and the others."
"After all, your throwing knives will be much more useful there than someone like me who just charges in and hits things."
Saving civilians to win their favor?
Kureha understood Mingde's plan at once. But since she had come back, she was ready to become king. She welcomed such an opportunity.
Kureha pointed out the window. "There are dozens more enemies behind that building. They should be the last of the Rebel Army. Be careful. I sense someone fairly strong is commanding them."
"They have a leader?" Mingde looked in the direction she indicated and nodded. "Got it."
Only after Mingde nodded did Kureha saunter off with her bottle in hand. Watching her go made Mingde's heart pound.