"These people came for us."
"T—They came for us?" Esther whispered. All the color drained completely from her face.
"Yeah…" Hermione nodded.
There was no room for doubt anymore. The masked woman on the roof had mentioned Anna-Maria's daughters, confirming that their target had never been the Count.
But now, the situation on the rooftop had escalated past the point of return. Every single cloaked figure had drawn their weapons, their hostile intent focused on Ulrich, although he hadn't been their original target, it seems.
"I—I think they are going to fight," Hermione said, her hands shaking slightly over her waning spell circle.
"W—Why?! We need to warn the knights!" Esther cried out in panic. Leaving her sisters' side, she rushed toward the armory entrance where the guards were stationed. "Sir Hendrick! Lord Ulrich is in terrible danger!" She screamed, tugging at the tall knight's crimson cape.
