Survived.
Gallio stumbled into the dilapidated house, his heart still pounding hard.
Everything that happened tonight was a nightmare for someone as ordinary as an unloader like him.
Whether it was those deformed, man-eating werewolf demons.
The Frankish Faris with the horned helmet who saved him at the moment of crisis.
And the city wall that seemed to pave a road with corpses after the Knight left.
And...
And when he was allowed to leave.
The werewolf demons almost slaughtered to extinction.
He sat powerlessly on the bed made of straw on the ground, thinking, those Franks, who can easily defeat the demon army, is there anyone in this world who can stop them?
At this moment.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
Mr. Hussein, the most respected man in this neighborhood, led a crowd of residents in.
"Why are you back?"
"Gallio, what happened outside, did General Jabri defeat the Crusaders?"
"Look at him, so disheveled, could he have deserted?"
