Two knights attack Mozgus to protect Farnese.They inflict several wounds on him but Farnese is immensely terrified.

"Run!"

Farnese’s voice is more of a wail.

The two of them turn like they have been electrically shocked. It is not as though they do not feel guilty for leaving their commander behind. This is best shown by the fact that they do not retreat right away when she told them to flee. What they feel is trust — trust that the lady would find a way to deal with this, or that their holy commander could find a way to escape.

However, those thoughts are immediately overruled.

“For starters, parting right after meeting is most saddening."

He grabs their heads and slam them onto the floor.

They fall to the ground like so much rubbish.

She clenches her teeth to keep herself from screaming. 

The man bows, as though his regret is sincere. Farnese could no longer hold her feelings back after witnessing his fake attitude. 

He has ignored Farnese before him — the one who has originally  attacked him — but has instead attacked the two people behind her. Why was that? Obviously it is because they were fleeing, but there is another, greater reason beyond that.

Farnese fully understands the disparity in their respective fighting strengths, and she knows that she had not been perceived as a threat. However, the truth is worse than what she had thought — her opponent does not even see her as an enemy.

The person before him would not flee. So he would kill the people who do flee. That is probably what he is thinking.

“—-You have no right! To say that! Uwaaaaaahhhh!”

This is not a wail of despair, but a cry of anger. Farnese’s howl is full of hatred as she breaks into a sprint. 

His arm swelled up twice original size. 

This is not pneumatic inflation, but a sturdy arm of muscle and bone that is a weapon in its own right.

Anyone would take a step back just looking at that weapon. Indeed, Farnese has cowered for a moment. But she has resolved herself for this, and she decides to evade the attack of that arm and attack her foe.

The gigantic arm closes in on her. It moves much faster than she has imagined, filling up her field of vision like a gigantic wall. 

In the moment that Farnese is about to challenge him, something falls between them with a thunderous crash.

Unable to bear that weight, the stone slabs shattered, and dust flies everywhere.

Before her stood the man, still kneeling from the force of his landing.

He was thrown away and took a lot of time to reach here. 

He slowly rises to his feet.

To Farnese, who was on the brink of life and death, this man is a lifesaver.

"Hero! I am Farnese of Holy Knights, and I appeal to you as a fellow survivor. Please, aid me!”

The man stands before the monster, hiding Farnese behind his back.

Farnese holds her breath.

In the moment that he stands before her, she mistakes him for a massive, sturdy wall, the kind that would defend a city. A sense of security and relief fills her to the depths of her heart.

He steps forward — no, that is not right. The man standing in front of her has vanished. He is engaged in an intense melee with Mozguz.

It has developed into a struggle that Farnese could not describe with words.

The after-images of countless swords, parries and counters by the extended claws of Mozgus.

“Incredible…”

There are many ways to render praise, but at this moment, Farnese, who is entranced by the dazzling swordplay before her, could only offer up that single word. It exceeds the blows of all the swordsmen in her memory. She sees the form of a warrior who would cleave through the darkness that wraps the world and all its evil in one stroke.

She feels like the princess in the songs of the bards. And the man before her seems like a knight come to her rescue.

An electric current run ls up her spine from between her legs, and Farnese’s beautifully shaped frame quivers.

The heart of hers that had been still since she was borne seems to beat quickly once more.

Placing her hands on her moderate sized breasts, she finds that her heart beats like crazy.

Farnese clasps her hands together in fervent prayer, hoping that this man would triumph over the fearsome monster before her.

Clang! Mozguz is blown a good distance away, with a sound that do not seem like it could have come from a body of flesh and blood. Though he remains on his feet, he is still skidding over the cobblestoned floor at a rate that would swiftly wear out the soles of his shoes. After several dozen meters, he finally comes to a halt.

Wings sprouted from Mozguz’s back, but the feathers covering them were abnormally long, evoking the appearance of tentacles. He speaks evenly to the man, who remains on his guard.

“You are strong. There is no doubt that your might exceeds my own. Though it is not exactly to my tastes, permit me the use of this method. While your own defense is formidable, can the same be said of the Lady Farnese behind you? How will you deal with that, then? Perhaps you should focus on defending her, no?”

With that, he casts forth a hail of feathers. Their tips are razor-sharp, capable of slicing cleanly through flesh.

Farnese is defenceless in the face of this onslaught.

As the sounds of metal ring out, Farnese looks up, and sees a stout shield standing before her.

The shattered remains of the feathers are scattered everywhere. Even though they are capable of wounding men, it is still a beautiful sight.

“It’s good that you’re all right.”

It is a calm male voice. His arm, swinging his sword at incredible speed. His breathing is measured and his tone is calm, even as he furiously deflects the feathers coming at them.

“Ah… ah… Ah! Your shoulder! Are you okay?”

His body has feathers stabbed in it. Said feather have fallen powerlessly out of the air after being cut down. 

“That’s nothing. Rather, I am glad that you’re all right.”

The man scoops up Farnese in one arm and hugs her close to him.

“!”

Her stubborn heart feels like it is going to burst from her mouth. In her mind, the romantic stories of the bards keep pounding through her brain, over and over again. Especially the ones where the knight carries the princess while doing battle. Any sensible person would realize that carrying a burden while fighting a strong enemy is nothing but foolishness.

"My name is Hiro."

The man introduces himself and carries her like a princess on his chest.

He then run away from the monster.

Mozgus flies, chasing him.

Carrying a heavy sword and a girl causes his movement to be slow and Mozgus grabs his shoulder. 

Without Mozgus's realizing, Farnese already switches to different posture. She embraces him with their chests touching closely and her legs are wrapping around his waist. Her face is kissing his chest.

His hand is free. Hiro swings the broadsword in circle and slashes Mozgus's waist. He vomits blood but his hands grab Hiro's head as if trying to crush it. 

"Hiro!" She screams but he just inhales and drops his sword.

"It's futile. This is punishment!"

Hiro makes an upward swing at full power at Mozgus's left armpit.

"Argggg!!"

Mozgus's left arm is detached from his body.

Hiro stomps on him to push him away.

"Hu..Hu..Hu."

She releases her embrace and lands on the floor.

"Hiro, are you hurt?"

"My lady, you are fine!"

Rowan reaches them.

Hiro looks around and furrows his eyebrows.

"His majesty! The enemies are becoming stronger!" Myla yells while cutting men.

"Yes. As if they get stronger as we enter into late night!" Sekrit echoes her concern.

"And more and more of such people are coming from below. The refugees are numbered thousands and they are turning into those monsters!" Amber yells.