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"Eugene!" the woman cried as she ran toward the fallen man, while the rebels lying nearby each had an icicle stuck in their chests.

The old man's feet were bloody and mangled, with a piece of loose skin still clinging to his right foot.

"Darian, cut the rope," Louisa said, raising her hand to cast a healing spell on the old man.

The blood-red wound was quickly covered by new flesh, and the skin hanging on the foot became dry and could be torn off easily.

Darian picked up a dagger from the fallen rebel, threw it into the air, and cut the rope.

"Thank you, Holy Emperor! Your Holy Emperor, your messenger has truly come to save us."

The old man wept with joy, and the first thing he did upon landing was to kneel down and pray.

"Ah! Let him go! Let my son go!"

"Stand right there and don't move! Or I'll kill this child!"

The burly man guarding the hostages instantly regained his senses, grabbed a boy, and held a blood-stained embroidered knife to his neck.

"Please, don't hurt my child! Can I switch with him?" a woman in a pink dress pleaded urgently.

The man ignored them completely and shouted at one of the rebels, "Tell Lord Dono what's going on—you all stay here! If you make any trouble, I'll have your heads chopped off..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and looked down.

A sharp knife, dripping with crimson blood, pierced through the chest, trembled twice, and then withdrew. Immediately afterwards, a dark red ring quickly spread across the clothes.

The man fell to the ground, and a pool of blood gradually formed beneath him. The boy ran crying back into the woman's arms.

The hostages all turned to look behind the man. As the black smoke dissipated, a gaunt, pale-skinned man appeared, holding the dagger that had killed the man.

When the rebels saw the man holding the hostage fall to the ground, they were thrown into chaos. A few of the more level-headed ones rushed toward the hostages, attempting to take them hostage and escort them away.

The next second, several icicles pierced through their chests.

"My lady, Lady Louisa, please save my husband!" The woman ran towards Louisa carrying the unconscious man.

"I'll save the people first; these are yours," Louisa said to Darian.

"Leave it to me." Darian smiled slightly, drew his longsword, and a magic circle appeared on his left hand.

⌈Swiftness⌋、⌈Powerful⌋

A powerful aura erupted, and Darian transformed into a blur as he charged into the enemy ranks.

"Don't be afraid of him! There are many of us, let's charge out together!"

The rebels were greatly encouraged and drew their weapons, rushing towards the church doors.

But they underestimated the prestige of the Sword Saint's leader.

Seeing their comrades falling like straws in droves, and with no sign of Darian, the rebels instantly abandoned any thought of escape, threw their weapons to the ground, and raised their hands high.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

Darian ignored all of this and killed them all without hesitation. Soon, all the rebels in the church were dead.

"May the Holy Emperor protect us." "Thank you, Holy Emperor..." "We are finally saved."

……

The surviving hostages were moved to tears of gratitude, while some, still seething with anger, picked up their weapons and began to whip the corpses. Then, they said to Darian with displeasure:

"You should have left one for us to vent our anger on."

"Don't be afraid, everyone. You are safe now. Are there any other places in the city where hostages are being held?"

While calming the hostages down, Louisa inquired about the whereabouts of the others.

"No...nothing else..." "Only those of us who didn't escape."

……

The people answered somewhat sheepishly, hoping only to leave this awful place as soon as possible, but they were quickly proven wrong by a young boy's voice:

"And another thing! My parents are still in the castle! Those bad guys kidnapped me..."

A middle-aged man hurriedly covered the boy's mouth, afraid that Louisa would hear him, but when he awkwardly met Louisa's gaze, he was instantly frightened by her stern eyes and let go.

"Little friend, you said there are still hostages being held in the castle, is that right?"

The boy nodded vigorously: "They arrested a lot of people! Lady Melissa's children were taken away too!"

Hearing that the hostages couldn't take it anymore, he quickly pleaded with Louisa, "My lady, please send us out of the city first before you go to rescue them."

"Yes, sir, what if these lowly people come back?"

"Everyone in the castle is definitely dead. You saw what those bastards did; they're utterly inhuman!"

……

Louisa quickly interrupted everyone: "Don't worry, everyone, your safety is guaranteed by Darian. He is the current leader of the Sword Saint Order and will definitely be able to protect you as you leave the city."

People looked at Darian, who was wiping his sword. Although they did not doubt his strength, they were clearly more at ease with Louisa, who was known as "the female Dante," than with a mere mortal who could only wield a sword.

"No! I'm not comfortable with that. We need you to escort us."

"I have a very close relationship with Duke William, please see me off first!"

Most of those imprisoned here were local nobles. Having only recently regained their freedom, their arrogant and haughty demeanor began to emerge. Some even secretly slapped the boy twice.

Louisa was speechless for a moment, unsure how to respond to the increasingly heated words of the people.

Should we send them away first?

What should the people in the city do?

In the short time they were arguing, several hostages in the castle might have been tortured to death as amusement.

"Enough! I'll send you away. If one of you is missing, I'll give you my head!"

Darian's gruff voice boomed out, instantly drowning out the voices of the nobles.

They glanced at Darian a few more times, then turned away with disdain and began to beg Louisa.

Unlike Louisa's indecisive nature, Darian was straightforward and blunt. Seeing that these people were ungrateful, he immediately shouted at Louisa:

"Luisa, you and Falae go to the castle quickly to rescue them. I'll take them away."

Seeing Louisa about to leave, a nobleman, as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, grabbed her arm and shouted, "No! You must escort us out of the city!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a pale, slender hand landed on his arm.

"Let her go," Falley said coldly, staring at the nobleman.

Upon seeing Falae's heterochromatic eyes, the nobleman felt a chill run down his spine and reluctantly released his grip.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the backs of Louisa and Fala as they ran out the door, and they stood there dumbfounded.

"Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, I'm leaving!"

Darian shouted at the crowd, then turned and stepped out the door.

"Damn it! When I get back, I'm going to give that bitch a piece of my mind with Duke William!"

People quickly followed Darian, and some grabbed weapons for self-defense.