However, the two knights in front of him had managed to do it twice in a row!
Unfortunately, his orders were in vain.
Previously, Vincent and his companion hadn't immediately broken through the encirclement, not because they couldn't, but because they knew that even if they did break through, the three Advanced Knights following them would easily catch up.
By then, having risked injury in a rash breakout, they would obviously be even less able to cope with three Advanced Knights!
Now, however, with Bruno's delay, Vincent decisively abandoned most of his defense, focused solely on breaking through.
Thus, within a mere thirty seconds, he had successfully broken through with Wensy in tow!
The night was deep.
The sounds of fighting woke many sleeping fishermen on the boats, and naturally, the residents in the nearby villas as well.
Yet the darkness remained profound; aside from the fishermen's torches, no other lights came on.
"Hold on a little longer, Miss Wensy!"
Vincent, gripping Wensy's arm with his left hand, desperately fled forward.
Pursuers relentlessly followed behind them.
Wensy gasped for air; her legs felt as though they no longer belonged to her, mechanically taking steps.
Vincent was pale, his shirt soaked with blood.
On his upper body were seven or eight wounds, long or short, deep or shallow.
This was the price of breaking through.
Fortunately, he'd deliberately protected his legs, so his mobility wasn't too severely affected.
'Almost there, almost there!' He looked ahead at Villa No.5, now less than a hundred meters away, with a surge of joy in his heart.
Whoosh!
But then, the sound of rushing wind suddenly came from behind.
Vincent's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled Wensy aside and dove to the ground.
Thud!
A spinning axe buried itself where they had just stood.
Vincent looked back, his pupils shrinking slightly.
Three knights were quickly approaching them.
Wensy also lifted her head, a tinge of despair welling up inside her.
Thinking of the terrible ordeals she might suffer if caught, she looked at the nearby Leibo River and almost wanted to leap into it immediately.
However, before she could muster enough courage, the three knights had already surrounded her and Vincent in a triangular formation.
Immediately afterward, the Basic Level knights also closed in.
"Run? I'd like to know where you could possibly run to!"
The Steward's voice came with a hint of frustration.
He pushed through the crowd to the front, slightly out of breath.
After straightening his gray beret and coughing twice to regain a gentlemanly demeanor, he prepared to speak again.
"You know..."
However, the next second, the Steward's throat seemed blocked by some foreign object, cutting his speech abruptly short.
His face turned fearful and contorted; a shuddering, choking sound came from his clenched teeth.
"Gurgle."
"Gurgle gurgle—"
Not just him, almost everyone present, including the three Advanced Knights, rigidly froze in place, their faces twisted with fear.
As if...
As if they had been targeted by some unknown monster, their bodies going rigid in a self-protective freeze!
"This is..."
Wensy's eyes widened, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before her.
Everyone present had fallen into an inexplicable state, yet she alone was unaffected.
Even Vincent beside her seemed unable to withstand the fear and had passed out.
To her, this scene resembled a legend where ghosts descend suddenly, seizing control of her enemies in an instant.
Wensy swallowed hard.
Thump!
Suddenly, one of the weaker enemies to the left fell stiffly to the ground.
His face turned blue, his eyes hollow; he had clearly lost his life!
A cold wind swept by.
Wensy's teeth chattered; she couldn't stop trembling.
"It's okay now."
That's when a gentle female voice reached her ear.
"Ah."
Wensy let out an involuntary cry.
After a moment, she mustered the courage to carefully turn her head back, somewhat afraid of seeing some horrifying thing.
However, what appeared in her vision was not a terrifying ghost but a beautiful blonde maid holding a lantern.
And beside the maid was a handsome young man.
"Lady Renee..." Wensy murmured subconsciously.
She recognized the newcomer, the maid from Villa No.5 she had seen not long ago.
So that meant, the handsome young man beside her... was that Mr. Nade?!
Wensy was suddenly startled, turning to Colin who was muttering to himself.
"The control is still a bit imprecise..."
Colin looked at Vincent, who had collapsed on the ground, and then sighed at the sight of the body that had fallen beside him.
He had only intended to cover the surrounding enemies with his oppressive aura, not realizing he had accidentally affected Vincent for a few seconds, causing the already exhausted man to faint.
Sensing something, Colin suddenly turned his gaze to Wensy.
As if electrocuted, Wensy quickly lowered her head, her heart beating uncontrollably.
Feeling Colin's gaze, she felt somewhat flustered.
Her father had never described Mr. Nade's appearance to her.
She had always imagined he would be a wizard, perhaps an old man with a black hood, hmm... maybe a hooked nose too.
To her surprise, it was such a handsome young man.
'Seems he's not much older than me...' Wensy thought to herself, holding back her curiosity and continuing to stay silent.
The experience of this night had been too thrilling; as Hosone's cherished daughter, she had always lived a life of comfort for over a decade.