Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 159
In her past life, the monsters she had encountered were wolf monsters, which the Arcturus party had managed to handle effectively. Just like they had easily dealt with them in the Deneb territory.
But now, the monsters emerging around the forest and the resting area looked like emaciated lions, and strange cries continued to echo from the distant sky.
‘Flying monsters?’
Freesia had never seen or heard of such things. Would Izar and the imperial family be alright?
‘Don’t think about it now.’
The priority was to escape safely for the moment.
However, when they reached the nearest safe zone, the priests blocked Freesia’s entry.
“Duchess, this area has already exceeded the limit of what the barrier can protect. Please evacuate to another location.”
“What are you doing? You know my status, don’t you?”
“It is the High Priest’s command.”
Inside, the priests, to calm those gripped by fear, were shifting the blame for the situation onto her.
Van, understanding the tense atmosphere inside, looked at Freesia and the Arcturus party.
“My apologies, Madam. Hold on tight.”
Since the safe zone wouldn’t accept them, the only option was to flee as far as possible. Van carried Freesia and, without hesitation, rushed off with his knights.
Thea, who was fleeing with them, looked over her shoulder and almost stopped breathing.
“Ahh!”
A lion-like monster had appeared and was ripping through the barrier as soon as they left.
“AHHHH!”
The priest who had almost pushed Freesia out was the first to be torn apart.
“Save me…!”
Screams echoed all around, and soon monsters surrounded not just Freesia but others fleeing as well.
While the knights desperately tried to fend them off, several people fainted from the cries echoing from the sky.
Thea also collapsed to the ground, and Freesia screamed from Van’s back.
“Thea! Thea!”
“Madam, no! Stay back…! Ugh!”
Van groaned painfully.
He had sustained a severe wound from a monster’s tail while protecting Freesia, with blood pouring from his shoulder.
“Sir Dike!”
Freesia knelt down and supported the struggling knight, panting heavily.
‘What should I do?’
With the painful cries and the knights falling one by one, and the monsters approaching the unconscious people…
It was truly the descent of hell itself.
‘What should I do about these monsters…!’
But as soon as the monsters made eye contact with Freesia, they stopped their advance. They writhed and let out unpleasant cries, scratching at the ground, and then some of them hurriedly disappeared into the shadows of the foliage.
“Grrr…!”
The ones filled with rage groaned but hesitated to approach Freesia. They whimpered in pain whenever they got close.
‘What is happening?’
Paralyzed by fear, Freesia could only watch the transformation in front of her. The muddy-colored lion that had been charging at her suddenly collapsed, turning into a pile of petals.
The white petals, carrying a sharp fragrance, scattered like snowflakes in the wind. Those who remained conscious silently opened their mouths in shock at the sight.
Freesia gasped at the familiar scent.
“…Ah.”
But there was no time to lose herself in thought. Realizing the danger was still present, Freesia quickly ran to the fallen people.
“Thea, Thea! Wake up!”
“Ugh…”
Though Thea didn’t fully wake, she groaned in pain.
‘Thank goodness! Thea is just unconscious…’
But seeing Van with his eyes closed and struggling to breathe made her dizzy.
“Sir Dike!”
She thought his injury was just to the shoulder, but there was bleeding near his neck.
‘What should I do?! There’s no time to call for help…!’
She frantically remembered the pouch on her wrist.
‘What Sir Deneb gave me!’
It was the water from the ‘Spring of Healing’.
It was the best option since there was no immediate help available. As Freesia poured the potion over Van, her face grew increasingly pale.
‘Will it be enough? A neck injury is fatal… if Sir Dike dies…!’
“Ah… Such a noble act, Duchess.”
In her fear-clouded mind, a familiar voice reached her ears.
“Ah…! Reverend Canopus!”
