"Those were not just rumors then," Marquis Percy concluded.
Seeing the devil's son standing in front of him with two bloody swords had made the old general lose the courage to fight. All he could think of was to flee.
However, Drayce was quick to block his way.
The loyal guards of the Marquis put themselves between the enemy and their lord, but fear could be seen from their expressions. They knew that as soon as the man moved, they would die. At best, they could only buy time for the marquis to escape.
"Not so soon, Marquis Percy."
The defeat was evident in Marquis Percy's eyes. He could only curse over how they ended up defeated even after having an excellent plan. However, all schemes could only fail before absolute strength.
In no time, Drayce slayed the loyal guards of the marquis. The marquis's face got splashed with the blood from his own soldiers.
