I'm Well-Behaved, There's Absolutely No Way I Did That!

"Move it! Move it! Everyone, keep up! Don't fall behind!"

Phoros stood at the mouth of the slope, directing the civilians to evacuate to the first level.

There were a lot of people, filing all the way up from the third level.

Phoros had just helped an old man onto the slope and raised his head to catch his breath when—

Golden Light exploded outside the mine.

Phoros: "?!"

It was too dazzling.

Slaughterhouse Three had always been dim, and they had been underground in the mine for so long that, when they suddenly saw Golden Light filling the sky, it felt like dawn had come.

Phoros knew this sight all too well.

Why was my lord on this planet?

Wasn't my lord on Bolomite?

Hadn't my lord said he would remain in the rear?

Hadn't my lord said he wouldn't come with them?

Yet my lord had not only come—he had detonated Golden Light right where none of them had expected him to be.

Phoros's face went pale.

Phoros immediately turned and shouted down the slope, "First Company, Second Company, come with me! Everyone else, keep evacuating!"

Then he immediately ran up the slope.

He ran fast.

His boots struck the railroad ties, clearing three steps at a time. His cape billowed behind him, and the wind swept his blond hair back.

The Lamenters he had called out immediately followed, weapons in hand as they ran outside after Phoros.

Gabriel caught up with him at the mouth of the slope.

He had just escorted a group of civilians up when he heard Phoros shout. He turned around and gave chase.

He ran even faster than Phoros. "What happened?!"

"My lord is here." Phoros did not look back.

Gabriel stumbled, then steadied himself in shock and fury. "My lord? My