As long as I kill all the witnesses, no one would know what happened. Even if by chance they found out the truth, I have the perfect scapegoat here.
Thinking about this, Fabian glanced at Justin Jillings who was watching the battle next to him.
"Sir Fabian, I think you need to send Sir Von now," Justin whispered with a nervous tone.
His subordinates were also in the battle and a few of them had already died. He couldn't afford to suffer any more losses.
Fabian snorted. "You don't need to tell me."
He then beckoned to the warrior standing behind him.
It was a one-eyed bald man with tanned skin. He was holding a flail, a weapon rarely used by warriors because of how difficult it was to use. To master this weapon, one needed months to even years of effort.
"What are your orders, sir?" The Elite Knight named Von asked with his head lowered.
"Except the girl, kill the rest of those people!" Fabian commanded.
