In the darkness, Thales walked anxiously and fearfully with the fleeing crowd.
The White Blade Guards were already divided into three teams. One went forward to look out for any prospects of danger, while another stayed at the rear to guard against possible pursuers. The last team surrounded the rest of the people and protected them.
Nicholas led the last team and exhaled loudly in the darkness.
"When was this?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
No one answered him… until Miranda's voice echoed beside him.
"If it was up to me to guess," the swordswoman said flatly, "... since the very beginning."
Nicholas was silent for a moment.
"He might only have been deceived." In low spirits, the current commander of the White Blade Guards said, "You know, Black Sand Region faked the news about the Disaster Swords and passed it on to Kaslan."
Thales exhaled a breath, feeling emotionally drained again.
