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Oh no!

Cyclone knew this was bad. Very bad.

Now that they’d recognized her, they definitely wouldn’t protect Hilmirya like ordinary civilians would.

Especially high-ranking soldiers from the City of Dusk. They would certainly know the King of Dusk’s intentions.

With everything in such chaos, it was the perfect chance for them to make a move.

And what they’d just said made it clear that the King of Dusk had already given the order.

Cyclone glanced to the side and spotted a battered wooden plank.

It was childish compared to a straight sword, but at least it was a weapon.

If he didn’t strike first now, he wouldn’t get another chance.

Cyclone hauled himself up, planning to unleash a sudden burst of violence.

But the moment he got up, another heavy blow came crashing down on his head.

Whoever it was had actually stepped on his head and used it as a springboard.

Cyclone collapsed back onto the ground.

After hearing one, then another thunderous boom like an earthquake, Cyclone raised his head.

“Not bad~ That judgment of yours just now was pretty good.”

When he looked up, Hilmirya was there.

At the same time, there was another figure standing in stark contrast to her.

Compared to Hilmirya’s huge breasts, the girl who had just appeared before him was completely flat-chested—and short, too.

“Big sis... Next time you make an entrance, could you not use my head as a springboard...?”

“Tch! I already came rushing over to help you~ Don’t ask for so much~”

The only woman among the Four Saints, a petite loli wielding a huge iron hammer—Eumerika.

“If you’d charged in just now, you might’ve been able to kill that soldier. But the other thirteen would’ve killed you in the blink of an eye.”

Ignoring Cyclone, Eumerika swung her enormous iron hammer.

“You were going to die in the end anyway, but if you didn’t make a move, you wouldn’t even have had the chance to scare your opponents~ Looks like Allen’s hero has got a little courage after all~”

“...”

Cyclone stepped out onto the street, where a large number of soldiers lay sprawled on the ground.

He helped Hilmirya, who was kneeling on the ground, to her feet before turning around and asking,

“Did Alexander send you?”

“Of course. Who else would want to come? There are even more people over there waiting for me to save them!”

“...”

Cyclone started to speak, then stopped. Seeing that, Eumerika could only speak first.

“Don’t worry. Now that I’m here, I’ll carry out what Alexander promised you back then.”

“Are you sure you can kill the King of Dusk?”

“What do you mean, am I sure? Take a look around. Do you see me killing anyone?”

“...”

This was exactly what Cyclone had been worried about. A killer who didn’t kill—he really had no idea what to do.

The Water Shrine, Eumerika, and all those people striving for peace shouldn’t harbor murderous intent over Cyclone’s personal grudge.

But Alexander had promised him. They were both heroes, and during that drinking session at the bar, Cyclone had come to understand what kind of man he was.

Once Alexander gave his word, he would see it through. That was why Cyclone trusted him.

To kill a king, one had to be prepared to be hunted for the rest of one’s life.

He wasn’t an ordinary person. He was someone with the people of an entire nation behind him and an army standing before him.

If his supporters found out, Cyclone would have to live forever beneath the shadow of assassination.

That was why Cyclone needed someone like Alexander—a man with the people of a nation behind him and an army standing before him.

Only someone like that could make the move and still let Cyclone continue living under protection after killing the King of Dusk.

But...

“Don’t look at me like that... I don’t kill people anymore, but in the past...”

This time, it was Eumerika who stood there, hesitating with the words caught in her throat.

“Anyway, you’ve already finished your job. I’ll help the High Priest and Alexander fulfill what they promised you.”

Cyclone had no choice. He didn’t have the right to choose.

Since Alexander had sent her, Cyclone could only trust her.

“Then what are you planning to do?”

“You’re asking me?”

That retort left Cyclone speechless.

“Ha~ Looks like you really do trust Alexander, huh?”

Cyclone raised both hands and shook his head, helpless.

“The High Priest said that man would be easy to take down. And ever since Elyse got pregnant, his temper’s been getting worse and worse...”

Eumerika broke into a sly grin.

“Well~ Listen up. This is the first step.”