142 077. Hashashins and King Rahamma -1 Part Two
The dead soldier’s colleagues flinched in shock and hurriedly turned their heads in the direction of that ray of light. Unfortunately for them, by the time they looked, their heads also blew apart into gory bits and pieces.
“It’s magic!”
“Hide yourselves!”
As if to prove that they were better trained than most other combatants, the surviving Aslan soldiers quickly took cover among the buildings.
The child flinched in fear, but that ray of light didn’t come for him or his grandfather. No, it only came for those Aslan soldiers peeking their heads out to take a look, before cleanly piercing right through them.
‘Someone is protecting us!’
The child realised that an unknown magician was protecting him and his grandfather. Having understood that fact, he turned his head and watched on as more rays of light flickered from the distant fortress to instantly kill off the Aslan soldiers.
The child grasped the old man and did his best to drag the latter away.
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“G-grandpa?”
“My, my body…? N-no, hang on. Now isn’t the time for this!”
The old man touched his back in stupefaction, but then he quickly lifted the child up and began running away.
“Grandpa! The fortress! We must head to the fortress!”
At the child’s shout, the old man urgently turned his head to look.
On the distant wall of the fortress, he could just about make out the shape of a person in white armour busy firing magic to shoot down the Aslan soldiers.
“Y-yes, let’s do that!”
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It wasn’t just the old man and his grandchild, however.
All the citizens and slaves of Evelyum were now headed towards the fortress up on the hill.
I formed a wry grin and addressed him. “Please go and aid the citizens arriving here.”
“That’s a good mindset to have. I bet you’ll become a good Holy Emperor someday.”
“I’m not planning to become one, and something like that will be taken good care of by my older brothers, anyway.”
I resumed pulling the musket’s trigger.
White remained there and stared at me for some time, then while scratching the back of his head, headed down to the foot of the fortress wall.
Tina and Hans were currently evacuating the citizens into the fortress at the moment. If we utilised the interior of the fortress including its basement and the prison, then it should be possible to protect tens of thousands of people quite easily.
“Man, I’m constantly stumbling into all sorts of weird sh*t, aren’t I?”
Yup, and it’s the turn of a freaking war this time.
“It’s magic!”
“Hide yourselves!”
As if to prove that they were better trained than most other combatants, the surviving Aslan soldiers quickly took cover among the buildings.
The child flinched in fear, but that ray of light didn’t come for him or his grandfather. No, it only came for those Aslan soldiers peeking their heads out to take a look, before cleanly piercing right through them.
‘Someone is protecting us!’
The child realised that an unknown magician was protecting him and his grandfather. Having understood that fact, he turned his head and watched on as more rays of light flickered from the distant fortress to instantly kill off the Aslan soldiers.
The child grasped the old man and did his best to drag the latter away.
1
“G-grandpa?”
“My, my body…? N-no, hang on. Now isn’t the time for this!”
The old man touched his back in stupefaction, but then he quickly lifted the child up and began running away.
“Grandpa! The fortress! We must head to the fortress!”
At the child’s shout, the old man urgently turned his head to look.
On the distant wall of the fortress, he could just about make out the shape of a person in white armour busy firing magic to shoot down the Aslan soldiers.
“Y-yes, let’s do that!”
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It wasn’t just the old man and his grandchild, however.
All the citizens and slaves of Evelyum were now headed towards the fortress up on the hill.
I formed a wry grin and addressed him. “Please go and aid the citizens arriving here.”
“That’s a good mindset to have. I bet you’ll become a good Holy Emperor someday.”
“I’m not planning to become one, and something like that will be taken good care of by my older brothers, anyway.”
I resumed pulling the musket’s trigger.
White remained there and stared at me for some time, then while scratching the back of his head, headed down to the foot of the fortress wall.
Tina and Hans were currently evacuating the citizens into the fortress at the moment. If we utilised the interior of the fortress including its basement and the prison, then it should be possible to protect tens of thousands of people quite easily.
“Man, I’m constantly stumbling into all sorts of weird sh*t, aren’t I?”
Yup, and it’s the turn of a freaking war this time.