"Get inside! Get inside, meow!"
In front of the shield formation opened by the guards, Rong Buqiu wielded the Thunder Cat Sword in one hand while ushering a few non-combatants behind him inside.
The soldiers holding their shields in front of them were already exhausted, looking dumbfounded at the small cat who wore clothes, wielded a sword, talked, and had just slain three or four beastmen before their eyes.
"What exactly is happening today? Am I having a nightmare?"
The guard mumbled to himself.
But Bard, seeing the battlefield become slightly clearer and calmer, hugged his three children as if he had survived a disaster.
He closed his eyes, his face full of relief.
"Thank you." Bard said to Rong Buqiu and Philipp with a deep voice, "Thank you for saving my children."
"No problem, meow!"
The small cat replied warmly and cheerfully, feeling very happy to help others.
