The story goes back in time a little.

  The injured person who had been taken from the summoning chamber was Silva Schneizel.

  He had won his gamble.

  Naturally, Silva had some confidence in his chances of success.

  The room was splattered with blood, and five corpses lay on the floor.

  Silva's judgment was correct in assuming that those who broke down the door wouldn't be able to make a rational decision.

  Indeed, the soldiers who stormed in were shaken by the gruesome scene in the blood soaked room.

  Silva's biggest concern was having his helmet removed and his face seen.

  If his face was seen, the soldiers would undoubtedly become suspicious.

  After all, there wasn't a single person there who knew his face.

  Even if he managed to escape at that moment, being recognized would be a significant disadvantage for future escape attempts.

  However, the fact that the two who stormed in called each other's names was a stroke of luck.

  Upon hearing his own name, Rolf lowered his guard and instructed them to take Silva to the infirmary.

  Rolf quickly decided that the injured man in front of him was an ally, not knowing it was all part of Silva's cunning plan…

  "Ugh… cough… cough."

  Silva coughed on the stretcher, putting on a convincing performance.

  "Hey! Hang in there! We'll get you to a doctor right away!"

  "Yeah! Just hold on a bit longer! Stay conscious, alright? Don't pass out or anything, you might die!"

  The soldiers carrying the stretcher encouraged Silva, genuinely believing he was one of their own.

  Silva continued to pretend to be in pain.

  He had never aspired to be an actor, but when desperate, people can manage almost anything.

  He demonstrated an acting ability on par with a seasoned actor, convincingly playing the role of an injured man.

  "Alright! We're here!"

  One of the soldiers shouted as he banged on the wooden door.

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  "Doctor! It's an emergency patient; open up!"

  A few seconds later, the door swung open forcefully from the inside.

  A young man, still holding the doorknob to the infirmary, shouted loudly.

  "Old man, there's an emergency patient!"

  "I heard ya! Hurry up and bring him inside!"

  The young man, however, showed no interest in helping and quickly left the infirmary while saying: "Well then, old man! I'm off on my break, alright? I Didn't even get to have lunch yet."

  As the young doctor walked out, an angry shout followed him.

  "Hey! You could at least help lay the injured man on the bed!"

  But the young man ignored the call and quickly walked away.

  "Damn it, can't rely on that guy!"

  The middle aged doctor, referred to as "the old man," sighed and turned to the soldiers after preparing the medicine and bandages.

  He must have had many years of experience, quickly readying for treatment while talking.

  "So? What's the patient's condition?"

  "Sir! We believe he's in a rather critical state."

  "Oh, oh, he's covered in blood, isn't he? What happened?"

  The doctor approached Silva, completely unsuspecting…

  At that moment!

  Slash!

  A burst of red liquid sprayed from the doctor's neck.

  Silva, dropping his act, had swung his sword at the doctor's throat.

  Once again, Silva's armor was dyed with blood.

  He sprang from the bed and lunged at the nearest soldier, who stood frozen in shock.

  The soldiers, thinking he was an injured man until that moment, were caught off guard and couldn't evade Silva's attack.

  His sword cut through the throat of the soldier, who still hadn't grasped what was happening.

  The other soldier, no longer stunned, ran towards the infirmary door, trying to escape.

  It seemed he had chosen to avoid fighting alone and instead sought to bring back reinforcements.

  Silva quickly removed the scabbard from his waist and threw it at the fleeing soldier's legs.

  It wasn't meant to injure the soldier, as long as it entangled his legs for even a moment and hindered his escape, it was enough.

  Thud.

  By luck, the scabbard struck the back of the soldier's knee, causing him to lose balance and fall forward.

  Silva immediately rushed over, slipping his hand between the armor and the helmet, and began strangling the soldier from behind with his arm.

  The soldier desperately tried to shake off Silva, who pinned him down. But Silva's thick right arm, tightening like a vise around the soldier's throat, soon had him motionless.

  The soldier realized that resistance was futile.

  "Guh… G-give up…"

  "Sorry, but there's something I need to ask you."

  The soldier had no choice but to comply.

  "W-what…?"

  Choked, the soldier's words were barely audible, but Silva could still understand.

  He spoke gently, understanding that calm words could be more intimidating than shouting.

  "Look, I just want to get out of this castle. How would I do that?"

  His tone was casual, as if asking for directions on a city street. But because of this, the soldier felt even more fear.

  He tried to resist as much as he could.

  "If you… escape through… the back gate…"

  The soldier, his words muffled from being choked, desperately tapped on the hand gripping his throat.

  "Oh, sorry, sorry. If you shout too loudly, it could be a problem, so I'm afraid I'll need you to keep talking like this."

  Silva understood the soldier's words but instead of loosening his grip, he tightened his hold.

  The soldier's plan to call for help as soon as Silva's grip loosened was instantly thwarted. Silva wasn't careless.

  "By the way, we don't have much time, so could you tell me quickly?"

  Whispering this into the soldier's ear, Silva tightened his right arm even more.

  The soldier's face turned bright red.

  "Gu… gu…"

  "Are you willing to talk?"

  At Silva's question, the soldier desperately nodded. If he continued to be choked like this, he would undoubtedly die of suffocation.

  The fear of death broke the soldier's spirit.

  "Go down the right corridor and through the courtyard, it will take you to the gate of the keep…"