“Argh!”

A mercenary fell back while spurting blood from his mouth.

“Ugh…”

Jody pulled out his sword with difficulty. An axe had brushed past him and he felt a burning sensation where the deep wound was left. It was the same with his waist where a dagger was sticking out. Any deeper, and he would have sustained a serious injury.

“Jody! Are you all right?”

“Ugh… I’m okay! Don’t overdo it and hang in there. Ueeagh!”

Jody pulled out his dagger at Gus’ urgent cry and looked around his surroundings. The battlefield was chaotic, with mercenaries and vigilantes attacking and killing each other. Even though all the mercenaries were dressed differently, more of them appeared to be wearing a red band on their left shoulder, which showed that they belonged to Ramelda’s side.

After the serfs dissipated, the number of men was similar on both sides. It was expected that Tylen would have the advantage due to the fact that the vigilantes lacked both skill and experience, but Ramelda’s side was unexpectedly forcing the Tylen mercenaries back.

“Whew! This is driving me crazy…” Jody sighed loudly, then looked around for the person who was responsible for creating this unbelievable situation.

It didn’t take too much effort to find her. She was standing in the middle of the anarchic battlefield, slaughtering those around her with...