Throw a Banquet to Celebrate

Quinta had thought their war might last a day, two days, a week, or even longer.

He had never expected that in less than two short hours, all of their supposedly powerful warriors would already be down.

They could have kept going. With him and Marcus, they could have held out for quite a while.

"Your Majesty, we can still fight."

Quinta was unwilling to surrender just like that. It meant their future lives would remain under Christol's shadow.

How could they possibly accept that?

The king shook his head. Treating the wounded was more urgent now; there was no need for pointless fighting.

No matter how long they dragged it out, no one would come to save them, and they would not win.

"Quinta, we really lost."

Marcus lowered his head as well. Just then, a gust of wind suddenly swept past his ear.

A terrible feeling abruptly rose in his heart.

"You damned pirate, go to hell!"

The one who charged forward was an exceptionally tall man named Pan.

His face was twisted with rage. He had witnessed everything that had just happened. Since Christol had caused it all, Pan would be the one to end it.

Christol was startled by the sudden turn of events and fired several shots at Pan.

What surprised him even more was that this man was like a monster. Despite being shot so many times, he simply would not fall.

Pan threw a punch at Christol, but someone Pan never expected stepped in front of Christol.

His cheek took the full force of the punch, and blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, why did you stand in front of him?"

"Pan, you're injured. Go back and get treated."

The king casually wiped the blood from the corner