Chapter 182 - 136: Boiling Point (VIII)
I really am old.
When Constance arrived at Milz Park, Malin’s City Guards and the armed citizens had already joined forces with Camilla’s Paladin squad, and they were fighting with gusto against the undead crawling out from underground and the Chaotic forces across the garden.
"Where’s Malin?" Constance spotted Camilla, who was directing the archers among the armed citizens from a high vantage point to surge towards the Chaos.
"Over there," Camilla said somewhat disgruntledly, gesturing toward the northern end of the garden not far away.
Constance looked in that direction, then almost burst a blood vessel—Hoffman’s favored apprentice, the very child he claimed needed the most protection, the one who never knew how to care for himself, was wielding a battle axe larger than himself to hack at Chaos Spawn and the undead, and in his other hand, he was holding a sawed-off lever-action shotgun, single-handedly reloading, while a Chaotic Believer in front of him fell down bloodied with a large machete.
...Was this the child that old bastard claimed needed protection?
As Malin cleaved a Chaos Spawn in two, Constance shook his head.
It was not that he had fallen, but rather, the bodies under Malin’s feet, those gory remains, were telling Constance with their own silent testament... he should save them instead.
...Tch, it doesn’t matter how many of you die!
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