May everything go smoothly...
Inside the carriage, Casio stared absently out through gaps in the gauze. He sighed, just coming back to his senses.
In the distant misty rain, a series of nebulous moving shadows caught his attention. Squinting, Casio was startled to discover that this group of black shadows were Decayed Knights riding war horses.
With clear intentions, they rushed forward. Dressed in their heavy, fierce armor, brandishing their exaggeratedly sharp weapons. The large war horses raced, quickly closing the distance.
"One, two, three, four... nineteen, twenty!!!"
Exactly twenty!
These knights, undying in the rain, boasting half the strength Casio had before he leveled up, had come in multiple small squads!
Casio's eyes widened; he suddenly realized something.
He immediately looked to his left.
Just as he suspected!
Towards the left, another group of black shadows approached at high speed.
