Screams, the sound of running... The elegance that once filled the hall was no more.
The attendees, who until just a moment ago had been impeccably dressed, were now fleeing towards the mansion's entrance and outside in panic, abandoning their dignity.
The man running the fastest was an Englishman in a black tailcoat, quite handsome.
He forcefully pushed open the mansion's door, and then—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arrows whizzed past him.
Dozens of samurai stood menacingly outside the mansion's entrance, exuding killing intent. Among them, ten samurai wielded large yumi bows. Seeing someone emerge from the house, they immediately raised their bows and shot without hesitation.
Although the arrows did not hit the Englishman, they scared him enough.
"Don't go out! There are so many assassins outside! (English)"
The man, with cold sweat running down his back from fright, hastily retreated indoors.
