"Let go of me, my grandfather is Marquis Oderman, you insignificant…" Three chains are wrapped around the smashed front end of a phantom machine, with each chain held firmly in the hands of three cold-faced city patrolling knights.
"Enough of your nonsense, causing harm to the royal family, even with your grandfather here, you'd face the same punishment." Not giving the noble a chance to say more, a knight riding a dragon lion pulled a young noble out of the phantom machine, not giving a damn about his status.
Soon, one after another, nobility were dragged out of the phantom machines by the city knights. It was astonishing that with such a high-speed collision, one of the heavenly unicorns drawing Muria's carriage was killed, even twelve exceptionally vigorous black knights intended for war were killed on the spot without a chance to recover. However, these speed-loving nobles were none the worse for wear. These men may enjoy their play, but none of them took their lives lightly.
