As mentioned before, Lyon is now an empty, dead city.
The flying dragons who lost their commander went around causing trouble, crashing into cities and buildings, catching out and eating the residents hiding inside.
It's just... like eating a canned food clumsily.
The people's thoughts are simple: Robespierre's speech and the remaining French troops gathered here make people feel reassured.
Many times, people are like this, ostrich thinking: as long as they can't see it, it didn't happen. They just live in their own world of understanding.
Therefore, they believed that Robespierre still had so many French coalition forces that Lyon, which was used as a stronghold, should be safe.
The results of it?
it goes without saying.
Moreover, when disaster really strikes, because everyone has no courage and no goal of hard work, they all lock the doors and windows, lock themselves in quilts, and pray non-stop, asking God to send down the supreme power to save them.
them.
Matthew covered his mouth and frowned, never expecting that the city would be in such a miserable state.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was also shocked.
Yagi Xuezhai remained silent.
He knows it.
This result.
Rather, it is definitely going to be like this.
However, this is the only option.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was captured and he didn't know when he would be killed. He could only race against time. There was no time to save the citizens of Lyon.
Moreover, Chaldea can only send six servants to the singularity. If they are divided, the subsequent decisive battle with Vlad III will not go so smoothly.
The conclusion is that, judging from the results, Yagi Xuesai was the one who just sat back and watched these people die without lending a helping hand.
The fundamental difference between him and Fujimaru Ritsuka is this.
No matter how much he looks like a human being, he is still a magician at heart. He will do whatever it takes to achieve the goal. Selectively ignoring the possibility that Leon may be destroyed, he takes the followers of Chaldea with him without hesitation.
He went to save Ritsuka Fujimaru.
Fujimaru Ritsuka stared blankly at Yagi Xuesai, with some unknown emotion flashing in his bright eyes.
"If you want to hit me, please do."
Yagi Xuezhai bent down and put his face close to her.
"Hit me to change my mood."
"……No."
Fujimaru Ritsuka silently shook his head and showed a stiff smile.
"Everyone! Please go and drive away the flying dragon here!"
"Okay! This is like my mother's royal...ahem, this kind of demeanor is exactly what a human savior should be."
Martha clapped her hands together, just like a boxer gearing up for a fight. Just as the sharp anger appeared on her face, she rolled her eyes, coughed dryly, and her temperament suddenly became softer again.
Medea watched carefully on the side, her eyes twitching, and in her heart she raised Martha's alert level a few more levels. She always felt that this saintly sister... was hiding something deep.
"Target confirmed, destroy the creatures. The race registration name is [Wyvern]. Yes. I understand. I will destroy them."
Atila was like a robot, muttering these mechanical words and silently executing its goals.
"Slaying a dragon, right? No problem."
Siegfried's humble attitude seemed to be slightly restrained only when it came to slaying dragons. He was sure that he could easily deal with these dragons.
Darius was silent, standing beside her as if he did not understand her words.
Yagi Yusei didn't know what he should do for a while. Should he follow everyone to drive away the flying dragon? Or should he stay here with Fujimaru Ritsuka?
In confusion, he sighed and decided to stay here.
"Yagi-senpai...you said...they died because of me?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered something.
"No. It was the enemy who committed the poison. It was the wyverns and the people who summoned them. It was me who decided to leave this place alone. It has nothing to do with you."
"Well, thank you...I'm much better."
Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled bitterly and said something against his will. Obviously, these were words to reassure others.
There was a sense of sadness everywhere in the corners of her brows and eyes. She probably needed some time to digest this self-condemnation.
However, this is a hurdle she must overcome.
Because...she is just a human being, not a god.
She has no ability to save [everyone].
When she saves some people, she will inevitably miss another group of people.
If you just focus on [how many people died] without looking at [how many people were rescued], you will soon collapse. Although it is a bit cruel to say it, the fact is that it is like this. We are not obliged to save everyone. Everyone must be rescued.
It’s this era, not certain individuals. If you can’t save everyone, you must make choices and save as many people as possible.
Not sacrificing anyone sounds very beautiful, and if it can really be done, it is indeed very beautiful. Just like Utopia, it is the most beautiful world. Unfortunately, such a world only exists in ideals. Reality does not exist.
So gentle.
It is because reality is heavy and cruel that so many people escape reality.
Yagi Xuezai felt that he should find time to talk to her about this truth. But, at least not now.
Darius was silent, grabbing Fujimaru Ritsuka from his ribs with his big hand, and lifted the sad-looking Master so that she could sit upright on his shoulders. He hoped that this feeling of climbing up would make her happy.
"Um...ahem...I say, Senior Yagi...you think, can we...summon that black-clothed servant? Vlad III."
"Yes. Didn't he say that he would answer your call? No problem."
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded silently, and as if Darius understood her thoughts, he took big steps towards the gathering place of the city's spiritual veins, which was also the point of contact with Chaldea - the backyard of the monastery.
The situation in the monastery can only be described as tragic.
The stained glass was smashed, the wooden door was reduced to pieces, in the monastery, there were fragments of tables, chairs and benches, the remains of metal decorations, the collapsed beams on the second floor, and dots of blood on the ground. Everything was broken. Only a desolation was left.
It's hard to believe that this place was originally used to command the French Allied Forces.
"Everyone - we must abide by the new regulations of the Republic. I believe that with our joint efforts, our new Republic will shine brightly! A perfect society! A society without class differentiation, without exploitation, where everyone can be
A society where we can live and work in peace and contentment! Thank you for your applause! I swear again that I will dedicate my whole life to this greatest cause!"
Among the ruins, the most comical thing is that there is still a person giving a speech.
In the empty monastery, there was actually a man delivering an important speech!
What's even more ridiculous is that there are no observers.
That man was none other than Robespierre.
One of his arms was bitten off by a flying dragon and was simply bandaged.
At this time, he was giving a passionate speech with his eyes blank.
he……
crazy……
He is the kind of person with passion and dreams.
This kind of person will not be defeated easily. No matter how difficult it is in reality, he can grit his teeth and persevere.
Likewise, such people can be easily injured.
Once the creed that supported his entire life collapsed, it was all over.
That's what happened to Robespierre.
Just before, even when faced with the encirclement and suppression by swarms of flying dragons, he could still command the battle with high spirits.
However, now that the soldiers have escaped, Robin Hood has betrayed, and the people have completely ignored him, the alliance they have worked so hard to build has collapsed...
Although his body could still fight, his spirit collapsed first.
I am immersed in some kind of dream that I will be the head of state in the future and lead the country on the right track, and I will never come out again.
In fact, among his soldiers, there were still several people who originally hoped that he could stand up and maintain the situation.
But... Robespierre, who was rescued, woke up like this. Even his last supporters couldn't listen to this dry speech and abandoned him.
Although the form is different,... history has indeed returned to the right track. In such a form, the leader of the Accords exited France at the Singularity.