[Sir, I can assist you]
A faint voice echoed in the hearts of the few.
"Who is it?" Laura's hair stood on end.
A voice suddenly popped up in their minds while they were fleeing in panic, nearly scaring her to death.
[I have a way to shake off this victor, but I need your help to break free]
The voice carried a hint of weakness, but Chloe suddenly frowned and said:
"Are you Tiffany?"
Tiffany, the Princess Swordswoman of the Locke Empire.
Hearing Chloe suddenly mention her name, the weak voice was somewhat surprised:
[You know I'm here?]
"The knights of Locke told me."
[But didn't I tell them to run quickly?]
The weak female voice carried a hint of helplessness, but finally sighed and said:
[Given the current situation, there's no manpower on their side.]
"Rather than that, shouldn't you first consider how we should leave?"
Chloe dodged the Bone Dragon's attack while holding Rephya, keeping a calm demeanor: "This guy came for you in the first place, right?"
