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"Hurry up and help! Gather at the entrance! The injured are coming!"
The injured?
Just as everyone had reached the entrance, a squadron of tracked infantry fighting vehicles came charging at full speed, spitting out a pile of coffin stretchers.
"Don't just stand there! Come on, help!"
In almost the blink of an eye, the arriving convoy had jammed the manor entrance with a bustling chaos. The security maids from inside came out to help, with the mercenary and knight evacuees from the armored transport ships assisting in moving the injured on coffins and stretchers for urgent care.
This would have been a perfect opportunity for Leticia to slip away, but the Little She-Wolf stood still.
Because she smelled it, the scent of blood.
The blood of werewolves.
On the hands of these vampires.
"What's going on! Where's K?"
The head maid did not notice the grim-faced Leticia following behind, nor did the other knights pay attention to her entourage for the moment.
