"Huh? Can't you see that I'm busy? What the hell would be more important than finishing this m-… Eh?!" the Saint replied angrily, but the words quickly got stuck in his throat.
A suspicious low cloud of dust was approaching from the south at a high speed towards them
"What is... that..?" The Lying water Saint retreated away from the Baron and began to carefully examine the cloud of dust
*klopp klopp klopp*
As the cloud approached, the sounds of hoofs began to respond to everyone's ears, even the fights in front of the wall began to calm down as they looked at the coming cloud of dust as well.
Some of them hope that these are really the sounds of horses and that soldiers have come to help, and the other party hopes that it is really just a sandstorm and the wind is only playing tricks on the...
lucky, this confusion didn't last long... as everyone was in anticipation of what is coming, a human voice like thunder broke the atmosphere apart.
