“Holy magic doesn’t make you invincible. I don’t think I ever gave permission for any of you to die. Pull yourselves together!”

They took a deep breath, as if regaining rational thought. Now, they seemingly realized who this weak-looking boy who had been appointed as their seigneur was.

“Keep in mind that I will make any injured party sweat blood.”

Davey’s warning could have made them resist, but…

“Let’s live up to Sir Seigneur’s expectations!”

“Take them out!!”

“Don’t miss the opportunity! Crush their skulls!”

The militia members were seemingly acting out of character. Davey wondered if they knew that the goblins were turning pale in fear because of their morale boost, which was similar to a berserker-like madness. It was a straightforward battle tactic that definitely seemed disadvantageous, but there were now much fewer goblins than before.

The goblins were probably going nuts, since this was their first time seeing humans surrounded by a strange light. The damn light made it difficult...