“Sir Brod! You have to take Sir Joachim and all the other soldiers to a safer location!”

Even knights with high resistance fell ill to Ms. Bargot’s blood. If ordinary soldiers merely made contact with Ms. Bargot’s fluids, they would die instantly. It would be especially fatal to Joachim who was frail in the first place.

“Yes, sir,” Brod quickly carried Joachim on his back. 

“We have to save the knights who collapsed—!”

“Sir, it’s already too late!”

As Joachim saw the knights who were on the ground become completely still, he bit his lips.

“…Ms…Bargot…!” A dying voice cried out to Ms. Bargot. Shalom, who was on the ground after getting attacked by Zich, also got some of Ms. Bargot’s blood on him. 

Despite his half-transformed state, he also couldn’t fight off Ms. Bargot’s disease and had rashes all over his skin. He stared incessantly at Ms. Bargot. It was hard to tell if his eyes were filled with worry or grudge. No one could tell what was reflected in his eyes. However, before people could even guess what it could be, his head lost strength and dropped to the floor.

After being consumed by guilt, Ms. Bargot had played Shalom. It was a pathetic end for someone who committed murder against countless innocent people. However, there was not a single person who cared about his death. Everyone around him had already forgotten him—even Ms. Bargot, whom he had called out to in...