Isaias was hurrying up with his walk towards the exit of the back gate. Panting while he was striding the path of dirt road. Joan who was following him was also coping up with the pace.
While they were on the way, many villagers were slowly getting out of their homes and some of them were crying. Making the two worry a bit.
"Joan, these people were just hopeless when it comes to these kinds of schemes. They tend to be weak when plundered. We can't wait for them to be all wasted before we stop this kind of attack on our realms. You know that we are in these perilous times when the Demon lords rise. Making the lands in turmoil once again," Isaias said to him.
Joan can only have a heartache while digesting the information in his mind. Thinking that he has a great burden on his shoulders to carry.
"You are the last Child of hope Joan. Let me carry half of your burden as we travel this perilous path," Isaias said to him.
