The night is quiet, and Lars who sleeps in the room is very lucky. He does not have to sleep in a leaky tent like other people. Occasionally you can hear the sound of sobbing at night in the military camp, which reminds Lars that he is no longer there.
Although life in the re-existing home is a little harder, the days when the family is together are the happiest.
Suddenly, in his sleep, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps, followed by a muffled groan, and Lars opened his eyes.
The soldiers who were protecting the count with him were still sleeping soundly. They were crowded in a room, which was originally a place filled with clutter. Now, they were sleeping on the clutter.
"What's going on? Wake up, uncle, there seems to be a sound."
Lars pushed the uncle next to him. He was the captain of several people.
"Well, what's the sound? It's a mouse."
He did not wake up, but said perfunctorily, then turned over and continued to sleep soundly. This made the young man feel very uneasy. He frowned and thought of his master's words.
"Don't let go of anything suspicious, it will save your life."
Lars gritted his teeth and walked out of the warm bed. The cold made him want to shrink back. He put on a slightly larger coat, carefully stepped over the others, and walked out of the door.
The corridor was very dark. When you go out and go to the left, you will see the entrance hall and the main door. The main door was opened a crack, and a cold wind blew in, making Lars shiver. There should be someone guarding the door here, maybe it is convenient to go out.
It was very dark around. Lars was just about to use a little magic when suddenly dark clouds passed by. Under the moonlight, the doorway lit up. He saw two people lying at the door. Their eyes were wide open and there was a deep mark on their necks.
Bloody mouth.
"Yes! There is an enemy invasion! Wake up!"
Lars yelled, and without saying a word, he pulled out the dagger hidden in his boot and ran towards the big house.
Something's wrong? Something bad is going on.
He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the earl's room, but...
"ah!!"
A scream came out? Lars was shocked. He gripped the dagger and rushed to the second floor.
"My Lord Count!"
He kicked the door open and found that the count and his ladies were dead on the bed, with a huge scar on their bodies, as if they had been struck by an ax or a sword.
Seeing this scene, Lars's heart sank? It's over.
He suddenly thought of something and immediately ran to the next room.
"Miss!"
The same goes for the eldest lady Latice? She died on the bed? Looking at the ceiling in despair? There were blood stains on the bed and floor.
Lars's breathing was getting faster and faster. What was it? When.
He opened another door. The second lady, Carrie, was also dead. His heart skipped a beat. It was completely over. The task assigned to him by the Demon King? He failed to complete it.
"Damn it! Miss Fulla!"
He opened the last door? That was Miss Furla's room, but there was no one inside.
Is she not here?
Rusty was surprised. Could it be her?
The idea suddenly came to him, but with her size, it seemed impossible to do such a thing.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and the guard soldier went upstairs with a lamp.
"How is your lordship? Where are the enemies?"
After seeing Lars standing outside the room, someone asked, but he did not answer.
They entered the room and saw the murdered count, all of them pale and stunned.
"What happened?"
At this moment, the door to the attendant's room also opened. They were on the first floor. After hearing the footsteps and screams, they came out one after another. At this moment, Fulla's figure appeared among the attendants. She was sleeping
After seeing her in the attendant's room, Lars secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah!! Father! Mother! No!"
…
The people protecting the Count stood straight in the military camp. Sitting in front of them were the Black Knight and General Bronn. They were discussing how to deal with the murder of Count Anzra.
"Maybe it's the Eagle Group, or maybe there's someone else. No matter what, if someone kills everyone under your eyes, it's your fault."
Bronn said.
"Why is there another boy? How old are you?"
"sixteen."
"Sixteen? Not too young, but our country is definitely not willing to let sixteen-year-olds join the army. This is your man, General."
He looked at the Demon King, which made Lars feel very guilty.
"Sixteen years old is already an adult, General Brun, and this is his wish. Don't forget that General Booth was already in the army when he was fourteen or fifteen years old."
"Humph, you know very well, then I have nothing to say, and this is your subordinate, and you are free to deal with it how you want to deal with it."
Bronn crossed his arms. The Demon King knew that he was doubting whether he had done it himself, but he would never have any evidence.
"Count Anzra has information about the northern border. He is still useful to us, but now he has been assassinated. As the person who protects him, each of you has a responsibility. Therefore, I want you to atone for your sins and find
The prisoners will also be required to guard the camp for a month in accordance with military regulations."
"yes!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although guarding was very painful, especially at night in winter when they were sleepy, cold, and tired, it was still better than losing their lives.
Bronn didn't say anything. He didn't like the count either. His death made people happy. What made him feel concerned was the murderer. He could hide from the eyes of more than a dozen soldiers and kill the soldiers guarding the door in a short time.
Killed the Count, his two wives and daughters.
If it was not done by one of our own, but there was a powerful character, this is not a good sign.
After all, the Kalis Empire is a small country, and there are no big figures like the Brave Ones. Those who are somewhat famous have either been poached by the union, or have gone to the Dragon Boat Empire or the Luas Empire, so there doesn't seem to be much talent here.
For big countries, their war is just a child's play in the neighboring village, without any threat.
"If I were you, I would hang him immediately instead of letting him be killed in front of you, unless of course you don't want to get your hands dirty."
He said solemnly.
General Bronn spoke very bluntly, but he saw clearly that the Demon King would not keep the count alive for too long. If he planned to control this country, he would need some people who obey him.
Everyone held a hasty funeral for the count. The cause of death was that he was injured by a heavy weapon and died on the spot.
The only surviving third lady, Fulla, was crying all the time. The soldiers couldn't help but feel sad for this noble daughter who had lost everything they relied on. Of course, most of them wanted to protect her life.
But what they don't know is that even so, the other party is not within their reach. The earl's legacy in the north will make Furla an item that other nobles are competing for.
Lars knew a little bit, and he felt that he was unworthy of Fulla, and that he failed to protect them.