The two of them stared, dumbfounded, seeing their leader, a man they knew as one of the best assassins and their master, in a state of pure panic, his face pale, his eyes wide with fear, and his movements frantic as he rushed to mount his horse.
"Leader… what happened?"
"What happened!? You ask what happened!?" The leader snapped, already on his horse and glaring down at them. "Those fucking Armand forces are here, and our mission has failed! Now grab your fucking horses and let's get out of here, fast!"
The two of them watched as the other personnel, along with Vendosa and Sorana, mounted their horses in a rush. They quickly followed suit, mounting their own horses and galloping after the leader.
While moving at full speed, the two of them glanced at each other.
"I wonder what made our leader look like that…"
"Who knows. But if he's like this, I'm sure it's something we don't want to stick around to find out."
