Pseudo-Villaines

Riots In Saint Georgia City

As usual, although not huge, Saint Georgia City was bustling during the day. People pass by on narrow roads. The wagon drawn by the horses crammed with the sea of humans, scrambling for the road.

Every now and then, children without families and family homes go from one stall to another. They steal bread or fruit. At least, they ate one mouthful today.

Dust flying. The sun that shines in the sky makes the day become increasingly hot and sultry. Naturally, it is summer now.

But, the frenzy ended up being a very chaotic crowd as shouts and screams rang out on different sides of the city.

At first people didn't understand. What the hell is going on? They don't care that much either.

But indifference to the situation around them ultimately brings disaster to themselves. All of a sudden, a sword swing randomly hit them!

At first everyone was confused as to what was really going on. But a moment later, they understood the situation. Honey, they're late.

Hundreds of people stormed the city that afternoon. In their hands were swords, spears, and other sharp weapons. They are not at all indiscriminate. Children, adults, and the elderly or men and women were the targets of the massacre.

Blood started flooding the streets. Shouts and screams of death filled the skies of the royal capital Dublin. Decapitated heads, scattered legs and hands, and scattered bodies filled the streets of the capital.

Even if you take refuge in a building, you are not necessarily safe from the rampage of rioters. They burned one by one the standing buildings, roasting the occupants inside.

The cries, screams, and shrieks of death were heard alternately, as well as the sound of satisfied laughter from the slaughterers. They have fun with the people they kill.

"ALL SHIPSYES!!"

"DON'T LET A SINGLE PERSON ESCAPE!!"

"SAVE THEM!!"

Their movements did not stop. No, rather no one could stop them. They just keep killing and destroying. They cut off the heads of children, trampled on women to their fragile bones, and happily slashed at adults who were as good as they were.

This tragedy happened all over the city. North, south, east, and west. Fire raged through the building, the smoke soaring high into the daytime sky.

He ran opposite the wave of panicked citizens. Every time he saw a rioter, the boy immediately killed him.

One person, two people, and so on. In total, he had killed 30 rioters. Their bodies lay beside those they killed.

He walked on the blood that flooded the streets. A cold look emanated from his black eyes. His face was calm, as if looking at something deep.

The rioters then realized something was wrong. Slowly, the chaos began to subside. That means their partner is gone. Immediately, they felt an extremely terrifying presence, as if lurking at them from all sides.

And the man who had been watching their movements, appeared before all.

"You have done your duty well according to the payment I have given you. Nice work. Now you can disperse."

The young man stood up with a meaningful smile before the remaining rioters. Fear suddenly enveloped their bodies. But that's not what's important. He was the same person as the man who came to them in the narrow alleys that were all over the city.

"You're the one who was last night, right!? Why are you here!? Do you want to hinder us!?"

One of the rioters seemed to reject his presence. He was the most respected among the other rioters. The man who also controlled the narrow alleys full of rats.

"Distrain? Oh, of course not. But your task is done. You guys need to get out of here."

The boy casually swung his sword. The distance they stood was clearly quite far away. At least far enough out of the reach of the sword. But due to the swing of the sword, five people instantly died with their bodies split vertically.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Thanks to you, my plan worked out perfectly."

With a grin on his lips and the frightened expression of those 20 rioters, the boy casually carried out a massacre on them.

Within two hours, the rioting stopped when the boy, Jean, intervened.