Humans had always had a natural reliance on familiar things, born of a survival instinct etched deep into their genes since ancient times.
When faced with unknown dangers, this psychological mechanism made people instinctively choose things they already knew, because familiarity itself meant, I survived here before.
Even if those familiar things were not necessarily safe anymore, the human brain still tended to choose the known path over completely uncharted territory.
But Greg now deeply regretted following that damned instinct.
He had sprinted all the way with Wendy in his arms, instinctively choosing the more familiar road as his escape route-the one leading to the slums.
He had secretly followed Victoria here once before and knew the surrounding alleys reasonably well. He had indeed used the complex terrain to quickly shake off the Knights' Order pursuing him.
But he had never imagined that, while this familiar road would let him lose his pursuers, it would also lead him straight into three people even more troublesome than they were.
Worse still, large numbers of Demon King Cult members were gathering in the surrounding alleys. Heavy footsteps and noisy shouts came from every direction, drawing ever closer.
There was no way he could abandon the three of them and run off alone at a time like this. That would be utterly disgraceful.
But if he stayed to fight alongside them, how was he supposed to explain deliberately storming the execution grounds to rescue Wendy?
Just as Greg's mind raced to come up with a plausible explanation, a clear voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey, who exactly are you, suspicious guy? Are you with the Demon King Cult too?"
Lilith stood with her hands on her hips, her red ponytail swaying behind her head. She raised her chin slightly and scrutinized Greg from head