And on the other side at the same time collapsed was Freya after she was dislodged.

　　Lying there as if she had been pulled out of the water.

　　This intense fight was far away from the location of the ball because it was deliberately chosen before, and no one noticed anything strange.

　　"Ahem!"

　　After a long time, Freya, who had regained a trace of strength, stood up on her sword.

　　She looked down at Philip, whose eyes were wide open and had been disfigured all over, without the smile of a victor only a hint of determination in her eyes.

　　Walking around the body and slowly walking over to Eric and touching her nose, Freya exhaled slightly.

　　"Fortunately...just knocked out."

　　With a pinch and a gentle pat on the face, and a soft ***, Eric woke up.

　　He looked at where he was in a daze, but when he saw the figure in front of him, his hazel eyes instantly cleared.

　　"Sister...why am I here, I wasn't going to father's place ......"

　　"You've been hijacked by Oryxis!" Helping Eric up, Freya's voice was low, "But, now... It's over!"

　　"Huh?" Eric looked at his sister inexplicably, not understanding what she meant.

　　Without explaining too much, she touched Eric's forehead and suddenly said seriously. "Now you quickly go to father's place, tell father that the ball is a conspiracy, tonight Saladin's people are going to fight over, quickly prepare to escape!"

　　Feeling the icy hand on his forehead, Eric gradually understood the seriousness of the matter, just as he wanted to leave, he suddenly turned to Freya and asked.

　　"Then sister, why are you still staying here?"

　　"I still have some things to do! Catch up with you soon!" Freya smiled and said seriously to her only brother.

　　"...... Good! Hurry up then." After a slight hesitation, Eric also understood Freya's insistence and no longer stayed to leave as fast as he could.

　　"Hmm!" Nodding, after seeing Eric disappear, Freya only covered her abdomen with a slightly pale face.

　　'Looks like it's time to recuperate for a while.' Frowning, feeling the cramping pain inside, she understood that the internal organs inside must have ruptured. This kind of injury was fine for a small-scale battle, but it certainly wouldn't work once they encountered a strong person.

　　However, leaving the life of a Knight-ranked powerhouse behind at this level was also well earned!

　　After pausing for a moment to feel the pain in her abdomen lessen slightly, she walked over to Darmstine, who was farther away.

　　This strong man was currently looking at the young girl in front of him with a pale smile on his face, counting the injuries on his body was a bit heavier than Freya's, with the strength of a reserve knight fighting against a knight level, it was good that he didn't die.

　　However, what was unbelievable was that the young lady who had been acting cheerful and jumpy would actually be a hidden Knight powerhouse, which made his heart feel a surge of pride.

　　"Can you still get up?" Freya asked in a low voice.

　　"Can!" Darmstine moved his body slightly, a steep stabbing pain came from within his body, this sharp pain made his already pale face even whiter, but under his gritted teeth he actually did stand up.

　　Looking at Darmstine who stood up, Freya immediately helped him up.

　　There was a strong dissonance in the fact that a seemingly heavy man was actually being supported by her effortlessly.

　　"Miss, let's go." Darmstine embarrassedly said to her.

　　"Hmm!" Freya nodded slightly as she looked at the last three corpses lying in the corridor.

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　　Knowing that the words Darmstine shouted at the last moment of certain death, she still remembered, for Darmstine's loyalty its heart could be seen.

　　The two trudged along at a pace that wasn't slow, and as they passed Phillip's body, Freya's eyes lit up as she stopped abruptly and bent down.

　　"Being an earl, there should be something good on it, right?"

　　Carefully fumbling around the sword-scarred corpse, she found a delicate money pouch, but it had now become tattered and torn full of slashes.

　　Ignoring the sticky blood on it, she directly opened it.

　　Several gold coins with fine chinks and two broken emeralds were placed in it, and at the bottom of the money bag was a finger-long box that was actually intact.

　　"...?" Freya opened it with suspicion.

　　An ice-blue crystal earring lay quietly on top, a faint cold aura shining from it.

　　Without a careful site to look deeper, she directly put it all into her bosom, and was not taking a few steps when, outside the window of the corridor, in the distance of the originally pitch-black sky, a red flame directly rushed up into the sky, and then exploded with a boom.

　　As if it was the signal to start, then hundreds of fireworks rose into the air at the same time, the blue, red and green flames made the entire castle rendered as if it was daytime.

　　"It's... ... "Darmstine stared blankly at the splendid fireworks outside.

　　The faint sounds of swords being sheathed and people shouting and killing were mixed in.

　　"Let's go!"

　　Calmly looking at the fireworks outside the window, Freya gathered her mind and whispered.

　　And on the other side of the corridor where the two left.

　　The originally lively ball had now turned into a battlefield, a large number of imperial soldiers suddenly poured in as the fireworks rose, subduing all the key members of Green Castle present in an instant.

　　Several officers in gorgeous armour slowly walked to the high platform of the ball, and were looking at their effect with satisfaction, when suddenly the open door slammed shut.

　　"Kill me!!!"

　　A ferocious voice rang out, and outside the imperial soldiers immediately appeared rows of half-armoured escorts with the Grimm family crest, killing the ball without a word.

　　Among this group of escorts, a burly man wearing black heavy armour killed into the battlefield with a fierce smile on his face, the huge sword in his hand that looked like a door plate almost one by one.

　　"Traitor! Deserve to be killed!" Ferocious roars roared out from Howard's mouth.

　　Only to see his already tall body immediately rise a few more points, almost reaching a height of close to three metres, the exposed skin turned dark in colour, a few imperial soldiers wanted to sneak attack, their long swords slashed at their bodies, but found that they couldn't break the other party's defences at all!

　　"Kill!!!" The huge sword in his hand swung violently, the people around including the buildings were cut into pieces by this sword.

　　"Howard, Bailey! I'll meet you!" Suddenly a tall and thin figure accompanied by a condescending voice appeared in front of the tiny giant-like Howard.

　　"...Cady? How is it you!?" Seeing the other party's appearance, Howard, who was carrying a raging aura, violently condensed, his eyes filled with incredulity.

　　"My former brother, you've also become a traitor???"

　　"This is the destiny between us! No need to say more!" As if unwilling to bring up the past, that tall and thin man directly drew the longsword at his waist, and a stream of air suddenly surged up from his body, his speed increasing in a straight line.