Continuing to smile gently, Leon Johnbolt’s body slowly swayed forward.

“Sir Johnbolt!”

Irene shouted his name while rushing forward to help him. The soldiers and the maids followed suit and assisted him.

“Ah!”

Irene’s eyes widened after noticing something. Not only were there a sword and an axe sticking out of his side and stomach, but there was also a small dagger stabbing into his back.

“My lady…”

“Don’t speak!”

Her dress was reddened by the flowing blood, but Irene paid it no mind as she helped him inside and laid him down on the ground.

“What happened?”

Lindsay hurriedly turned and spoke to the soldiers. Leon’s injuries were so severe that she wasn’t sure how to help him. One soldier bowed his head before replying.

“It seems like the enemy hired mercenaries to launch a sneak attack through the cliff behind the castle, baroness. We came as fast as we could after hearing the news…”

“These people… Please don’t blame them… If they had not come to assist… We probably wouldn’t have… defeated the enemy…”

Leon advocated for the soldier in a weak voice. The soldiers had come to assist him after receiving news and helped defeat the mercenaries.

“Sir Johnbolt alone knocked down a dozen mercenaries, including their captain…”

The soldier spoke. He was the only other survivor from the initial group, along with Leon, and his body was covered in blood.

“Ah…”

Irene’s eyes, which were filled...