"How could they have gotten here so quickly?"
"It would take longer even to round up tens of thousands of pigs, wouldn't it?"
The army defending the city gate was quickly defeated—this was certainly not the main force of the Feis Army but rather a small detachment!
In light of the urgent situation, those beneath the throne prepared to advise His Majesty the King once more, but upon looking up, they saw King John's face gone pale, his body trembling with fear, devoid of the madness he had exhibited earlier.
The fear in his heart had finally completely overwhelmed all his thoughts.
What nation, what authority, what wealth—he could care less about them now; all he wanted was to stay alive and escape.
"Quick... hurry and get me out of here!"
"You bunch of damned fools, aren't you hurrying to get me out of here!"
"I am the King of Boditch, I can't die here!"
