Everyone knew that the attack was coming.
But knowing about it and defending against it were different things.
If this were Rachael's timeline, everyone would have readily cast defensive spells to make a multi-layered shield to protect the village.
But this was not Rachael's time. It was a time when magic was scarce, and people had no idea about abilities.
Running into a demon in such a situation was a death sentence.
"Duchess, what do we-?"
The soldier asked, but the duchess was two steps ahead of anyone. She raised her fist and let her power out.
The more she used her power, the more her hand became a scaly claw. But the duchess did not care. She simply continued to cast the shield to protect the people she wanted.
The two powers collided and pushed the two castors back.
Ardella continued to stand on her feet, but she noticed the irritated look that Rook had on its face.
