Chapter 58

In the blink of an eye, Knight arrived with a swiftness I had never witnessed before, firmly seizing Lorraine's sword. She widened her eyes, and a fleeting expression of panic and anguish flitted across her gaze. Blood began to trickle down Knight's arm, and I couldn't stifle my surprised gasp.

"W-what are you doing, Knight!?"

He yanked the sword right out of her hand. She began to stammer, her eyes shifting between the two of us. With an impatient huff, her fingers shakingly pointed to the both of us.

"Y-you..."

Just as she was about to embark on her monologue, another disturbance arose in the background. My focus pivoted back to the group of rogues. My anxiety surged as I anticipated an impending attack, preparing myself for the hostile and menacing glares that I assumed would meet me. However, a completely unexpected scene unfolded before me. I recognized the line of werewolf warriors, those whom Knight had brought from the West, now standing face-