Everyone felt deeply weighed down.
"Mr. Jack was lying about moving... He'd already planned to face this disaster alone! Just like before, he stepped forward without a word and stood in front of everyone..."
Rebecca's little hands clenched the hem of her clothes, her eyes slightly moist.
She turned to Viscount Pompey.
"Dad, Mr. Jack will be all right, won't he?"
"Of course he will."
Viscount Pompey suppressed his worries and smiled.
He stroked his daughter's golden hair and reassured her:
"Rebecca, have you forgotten how Mr. Jack saved our family... and how he fought those evil people and protected Amber City? He is the Black Messenger, an Angel of the God of the Outlanders, Amber City's guardian deity... He is very powerful. He'll be all right."
The viscount spoke firmly.
Mrs. Pompey came over as well and gently wrapped her arms around Rebecca.
The family began praying quietly for Mr. Jack.
At the sight, Malediz let out a long sigh.
"The Empire's army... would probably be powerless against a mystical force like this, too."
He took Ruiyin's hand and joined the prayers.
"Mr. Jack is the noblest person I've met in all my decades... He is a man worthy of respect. Ruiyin, let us pray for him."
"Yes, Grandpa."
Grandfather and granddaughter quietly bowed their heads, praying that Mr. Jack would stay safe and overcome the disaster.
Golov and the other three exchanged looks. Apart from Connie, the three men all lowered their heads in shame.
Although the Leader had told them to protect these ordinary people, they knew the truth: they were too weak. Joining the battle would not help at all and might even make them a liability.
Jack Manor.
The place had already been reduced to ruins.
Dust, smoke, and wreckage lay scattered