Each of them that came down from the wagons bore an intimidating look yet they dressed like either nobles or wealthy commoners.
When they saw the black wagon, their steps slightly paused before dashing forth even faster.
"Emy!"
"Warlyn!"
"Sarlco!"
…
Cries sounded from the people's mouth and anxiety followed tightly behind.
Especially when there wasn't the slightest sound from inside the black wagon, worries started to fill their heart, increasing their anxiety further.
Their anxiety reached an all-time high the moment before the carriage door was opened.
When the carriage door opened up, the worries, anxiety, restlessness all turned into devastating sorrow.
Four naked dead young girls appeared in the sights of the crowd.
Their face had the lingering fear of death and the countless wounds on their body told the crowd what torture they been through before they died.
"My child!"
