Besides dealing with the Black Knife Assassins,
Miquella also had to seize a window of opportunity-to leave Leyndell.
He was not just fleeing by himself. He had to take everyone on his side with him, including Godwyn.
Because Leyndell was not safe.
No joke, the Elden Lord and the Goddess were both enemies now.
At a single command from Radagon, the Leyndell Army stationed in the city, the Golden Dynasty's finest troops, would immediately seal off Leyndell and attack every target.
And that would be after Miquella and the others had lost their grace.
The problem was quite serious.
Although strong fortresses often fell from within, this really was not the time to conquer Leyndell.
Even against Radagon alone, Miquella had yet to figure out how to defeat him.
Even though Radagon was his biological father, Miquella did not know how strong he was in battle.
On the bright side, he was not as savage as Godfrey.
On the downside, he was strong enough to deal with all the demigods.
Miquella would not act rashly without confidence. For now, he needed to retrieve Maliketh first.
"Maliketh, hang in there a little longer. I'll treat you very soon," Miquella said into his ear. "You'd better put your sword away first."
Getting accidentally injured by destined death would really not be worth it.
With what remained of his consciousness, Maliketh heard Miquella's words and struggled to put away the Black Blade.
Only then did the aura of death blanketing the square disappear.
Miquella breathed a sigh of relief and instructed the fully recovered Godrick, "Hurry and carry Maliketh to the carriage, then make sure the road to the Mountaintops of the Giants is clear. Remember, no matter what happens, you must keep that road clear. It's our lifeline."
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