They were Restorationists, so they ought to support Duke Jesse, but looking at Duke Jesse, who commanded countless flies like a monster—was he still himself?
"Why don't we run?" one of them hesitated for a moment before speaking.
No matter who won in the end, it didn't seem to be beneficial to them.
Vincent's monstrous daughter's victory meant the failure of the coup. They were bound to be chained with Magic Sealing Chains and imprisoned.
And if their duke won… Alright, God knows what their duke had become. When the time came, will those flies reduce them to skeletons?
After all, they had never heard of a spell that controlled a large number of flies among the 13 spell types—instead, they had heard similar descriptions in demonic stories.
Most of the attendants from the relief team nearby had already escaped. Only a few bold ones remained at the scene and watched in fear. As for the April Fool's parade not far away, they had long fled.
