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The flames racing forward drew the attention of the three barons and four lords of the Einhaas Fief. The Shadow Guards and personal guards following them braced themselves as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Relax.
That isn't aimed at us."
The Marquis of Einhaas spoke with a smile.
Beside him, Viscount Windsor frowned slightly.
"Count Bernaken?"
The viscount sounded somewhat uncertain.
Not only was Count Bernaken far too powerful at the moment, but he was also moving so fast that she could hardly believe it.
"It's him.
Don't be puzzled.
It's merely part of the Witcher legacy-the part involving potions.
Very useful.
But also very deadly."
The Marquis of Einhaas answered.
The marquis had long since anticipated the scene before him.
What choice did that fellow have besides sacrificing himself?
Ha, what a pathetic fellow!
The death destined for a Witcher.
I would never do that.
His resolve growing firmer, the marquis looked at the personal guards and guards behind him and declared-
"Reach your assigned positions as quickly as possible.
The other nobles and I will go ahead."
As he spoke, the Silver Sword among the Twin Swords at his waist flew straight out.
The marquis leaped onto his sword. With a flick of his hand, ropes dropped into the hands of his three barons and four lords.
As for Viscount Windsor?
The marquis believed she could keep up.
And indeed, she could.
As the marquis sped forward with his subordinates, pursuing the man and horse within the flames, Viscount Windsor's figure began to distort.
The distortion resembled air shimmering in intense heat.
But it was far more violent.
And after each distortion, Viscount Windsor left an afterimage behind.
The afterimage retained her forward-moving posture, but its face was vacant.
As Viscount Windsor continued forward, distorting again and