“Kyuuuu!” Hamchi screeched as his furs stood up.

“T-This is a bit…” Seung-Gu muttered.

Scribble, scribble, scribble!

Gringore did not forget his duties as a scribe and wrote down everything happening in front of his eyes.

And Siegfried was…

“What the hell are they doing right now?” he muttered while utterly confused at the actions of the soldiers and knights.

Why? Why were they doing this?

Why were they massacring the innocent civilians who had opened the gates in surrender? He couldn’t understand what was going on, but he decided to stop the meaningless bloodshed happening in front of him.

“Die!”

“Stop!”

“…?”

“Excuse me,” Siegfried said. He stepped between a man and the knight who was about to cut the man’s head off. “Please stop for a moment.”

“Who are you?! You seem to be one of the mercenaries who applied to be a holy warrior! Move! I’m currently purging these heretics!”

“Purging?”

“Damn it! Do I have to explain everything? Do you really plan to let these heretics who sided with that corrupt emperor go scot-free? These heretics have to be killed to repent for their sins!”

“Hap!”

The officer standing next to the knight drew his sword and swung it at the man’s neck.

Shwaaa!

A fountain...