And another black-robed figure was just about to help when suddenly, a gust of wind hit from behind, prompting him to turn around in defense!
"Clang!"
The newcomer was Cleya. Although she had never seen Lagaray, seeing that the person had rushed out from the Rein Mansion, she was undoubtedly a friend and not a foe.
The situation was now reversed.
As long as she could entangle these two black-robed assassins for a minute or two, they would be surrounded by the patrol squad.
So, Cleya immediately adopted a strategy focused on elusive fighting, pressing the enemy when they retreat and retreating when they advance, leaving them in discomfort.
The commotion happening here naturally attracted the surrounding patrol personnel.
"I am an Imperial Swordsman; these two black-robed figures are assassins." Olena, having just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately declared her identity when she saw a team of patrol guards approaching, shouting out.
