Chapter 180: Players Happening to Pass By (2/2)

So why was this happening?

If… just if, there were a god in this world who treated every believer with kindness and grant them mercy…

How good would that be.

“Stop! You’re not getting away!”

The Codo Bosra soldiers were shouting from behind, but the noblewoman did not stop.

An arrow shot out, brushing past her ear while a fiery sting flared over her cheek.

It probably scratched her.

Still, she did not stop.

The noblewoman knew she wouldn’t make it, but she also knew that stopping meant that she would be caught and crushed by the despair she had forced herself to forget and dump from her mind.

“We’ve already killed those three brats in the name of the law! Though I don’t know how their corpses vanished, I personally cut off their heads!”

The soldier behind could have been merely attempting to scare the noblewoman with the children’s deaths, but the noblewoman’s pace was messed with ever so slightly.

She had assumed that Simba and the others ran off in the opposite direction or simply surrendered, and never did she thought that they would fight to the death to buy time for their escape.

In that moment, she felt regret—she had behaved indifferently towards the children in their journey, because the presence of Baron Nigelania’s murderer had left her uncertain.

Now that she thought about it, they were good children who had been caring for them all along, and it would have been nice if she showed a bit more concern towards them in return.

That was when she found her handmaidens looking determinedly at her.

“Milady, you must live on, and protect Young Lady.”

“Wait!” The noblewoman knew what they were about to do and tried to stop them, but only managed a hoarse gasp.

Meanwhile, the handmaidens had already turned, rushing towards the city watch soldiers on the humpbeasts, bent on sacrificing themselves so that the noblewoman had the time to escape.

As a matter of fact, their swordplay was slightly more devastating than the children. However, not only were those skills demanding on a person’s body, their limbs had already been frozen to the extent their blood circulation was stagnating.

Therefore, how much power would their skills even have?

In no time at all, they were overcome and subdued by the soldiers’ sheer numbers.

However, they did not kill the handmaidens immediately—perhaps because the patrol captain wanted to have a little more spoil of war.

“For god’s sake, refusing a toast? You’ll only be forced to drink a forfeit!” The patrol captain cursed even as he commanded. “Shoot off that b*tch’s legs! Anyone who hits her gets a reward!”

The archers were smiling even as they trained their bows.

That was when a sled rushed towards them from the flanks, knocking down several humpbeasts on the edge who in turn crashed into every other humpbeast and soldier, diverting their attention away from the escaping noblewoman.

“Who is it?!” The patrol captain struggled to calm the humpbeast beneath him while roaring at the sled that was hidden behind the cloud of snow that it just kicked up.

With his accomplishment almost within reach only to be so confoundingly stopped short by somebody else, the patrol captain was absolutely furious, feeling just like allowing a boiled duck fly off.

“Just some Players happening to pass by.” Simba declared loudly, grinning at him after having snatched off the two battle maids off the back of the humpbeast. “Remember that.”