"My King! An unknown army has poured into the city and is slaughtering the citizens!"
A messenger soldier rushed frantically into the command tent, throwing all protocol to the wind, breathless and terrified as he shouted to Artoria. His clothes were stained with dust and blood, and his eyes revealed a deep dread, as if some horrifying monster were chasing him from behind.
Artoria had been deeply focused on the tactical map, pondering how to counter the Saxons' offensive outside the city. Hearing this sudden news, she abruptly raised her head.
Chapter 115