Count Bette's voice echoed through the night sky.
The nearby streets all heard it.
Not only did they hear it, they heard every word clearly.
The people hiding in their homes exchanged looks.
The foolish were terrified.
The clever began pondering what it meant.
But none of this had anything to do with the fighting still raging on Swook Street.
The narrow street rendered the warhorses utterly useless. The soldiers could only hack at their targets with the longswords in their hands.
Every moment, someone fell.
Every moment, screams rang out.
The point where the three forces collided was especially brutal, like a meat grinder.
Corpses lay piled atop one another. A boot stepped into the stream of blood pooling beneath them, sending up a crimson splash.
Huff, huff.
Depro breathed heavily, but his feet kept moving forward.
Opposite him, Diliven and Peggy roared in unison.
"Kill!"
The battle between the three brothers-Depro, Diliven, and Peggy-had reached a fever pitch.
After their initial exchange, Diliven and Peggy had formed an alliance. They had no other choice: Depro had displayed strength far beyond anything they had imagined.
They had always thought Depro merely possessed Major Arcana Rank combat strength, but who could have known he had already touched the threshold of Entry Rank?
Watching the featherless, grotesque bird with a fleshy growth on its head behind Depro, Diliven and Peggy tightened their grips on their swords and launched another assault.
Even if Depro had touched the threshold of Entry Rank, he had not truly reached it.
Under his two younger brothers' attacks, the Count's eldest son breathed ever more heavily.
Yet his movements remained nimble.
With a shift of his feet, he dodged the sword thrust.
The sight made Peggy grit his teeth so hard they nearly shattered.
He considered himself