Turning-Chapter 819

In a scene that almost seemed miraculous, Yuder turned his head and spoke to Duke Hern, who had collapsed on the floor.

“Did you just say to expel people without touching them?”

“.......”

“I suppose everyone can leave through this hole now.”

Duke Hern's expression twisted. It was as if time had frozen for a moment, and only now did the others snap out of it and start speaking, though their words were still nearly indistinguishable from screams.

“Get out of the way! Move!”

“Help me up!”

“Don’t push!”

“Protect Duke Hern! Hurry, get him out!”

People were rushing to escape, some shouting for help, others desperately trying to protect Duke Hern. Amid the chaos, the soldiers trying to shield the Duke made it difficult to tell who was who.

It was almost a situation where a second accident seemed imminent due to the crowding, but Yuder didn’t worry. He knew that the most reliable ally was with him.

And as expected, soon a clear and crisp voice rang out.

“-Those who can move, follow General Gino and his subordinates. Those who need help, do not move recklessly and raise your hands.”

It was a calm and commanding voice that somehow penetrated everyone’s minds despite not being particularly loud.

In the midst of the confusion, everyone instinctively looked toward the source.

There, standing with a sword in hand, was Kishiar la Orr, his black attire spotless. The faint blue glow radiating from his sword stunned the crowd, and for a moment, they were captivated, their minds blank.

There was no doubt—this was the mark of a Sword Master, exactly as the rumors /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ had described.

“Yuder. Can you maintain this state until everyone has exited?”

“Yes. I could maintain it until nightfall without a problem.”

Kishiar’s lips curled into a slight smile at Yuder's response.

“Good. Those who raise their hands will be helped by me and First Princess Mayra. Thanks to the best Awakener in the Cavalry being here, no one has been harmed, and the building is intact, so everyone, move calmly.”

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The smooth and natural command was exactly what was needed in that moment. Only then did the crowd realize that they were surrounded not only by two powerful Sword Masters but also by an Awakener strong enough to earn a noble title, despite his humble beginnings.

Was there a safer place in the world than here?

The people who had been screaming in panic now suddenly fell silent, and the rest of the crowd calmed as if they were entranced. The voices of General Gino, his subordinate Meghna Curlieva, and First Princess Mayra also became clearer as they led the group.

“Everyone this way! We’ll exit through the back support!”

“Be careful not to step on the broken fragments!”

“There! Father is over here. He seems unable to stand, so carry him!”

Once the crowd regained its composure, the speed of their movement drastically increased. General Gino and Meghna gathered people and led them to a safe exit, while the soldiers of House Hern, under Mayra's orders, protected the Duke and the women who had come with him.

Kishiar, moving gracefully, approached those who had raised their hands for help, offering assistance by gently lifting them up. Those who had fallen due to sprained ankles or minor injuries were amazed by how easily they were helped up by the Duke’s strength.

In reality, it was only his power that had helped them rise, subtly using his abilities to move them, but non-Awakeners had no way of knowing that. The power and the graceful way in which he guided people made everyone feel naturally overwhelmed.

Those who had tried to deny the rumors couldn’t help but admit the truth now. Duke Hern was no longer just a careless man from the past. His power was real. It was as if he was born to lead people.

Duke Hern, who had been carried on the back of a soldier, glared at Mayra, who was handling things with remarkable calm, and then at Kishiar. His face, now full of exhaustion and anger, turned away from them.

During the orderly retreat, Yuder, who was watching from a distance, suddenly felt a tug on his cloak from below.

“...What? Why aren’t you out yet?”

It was Kiole, sitting quietly to avoid being noticed, her clothes dirty and torn. She whispered urgently, mouthing the words.

“You know what’s going on, right? Tell me!”

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Yuder sighed, not really seeing the point in explaining, but he knew that Kiole was the only one who could coordinate so that the dangerous individuals and Crown Prince Kachien wouldn’t cross paths. He responded softly.

“I’m not sure yet, but the frauds you mentioned are likely outside.”

“What?!”

“Maybe there’s someone even more dangerous with them.”

“Wh-what?! More dangerous?”

“The worst case is that they end up fighting here, and they’ll be caught easily by me. Just grab Kachien’s neck and run as soon as you get out. Don’t get involved unnecessarily.”

Kiole’s eyes widened in horror, and though she wanted to say something, there was no time for further words. Yuder used his foot to lightly shove her away, without much care.

“Ah! How dare you kick me!”

“I didn’t kick you. Now, crawl out without drawing attention.”

In fact, it was more of a forceful shove than a kick, but Kiole wasn’t in a position to complain.

Once everyone, including Kiole and the priest, had exited, Kishiar came over to where Yuder was, guarding Mayra, who had overseen the final stages of the evacuation.

“You can withdraw your power now.”

Yuder finally released his hold on the magic. The candles and lanterns that had been hovering in midair all extinguished at once, and the debris that had been held back by the water barrier spilled to the ground. The vibrations that had been calming also began to stir again.

However, Ashlav's coffin in the center remained undisturbed, and the building hadn’t suffered any further damage. Kishiar had used his own power to clear everything, ensuring no harm came to them.

Watching this, Mayra let out a deep sigh, lowering her head.

“Once again, I owe you both a great debt. I truly thank you.”

“You’ve worked hard as well, Princess. Now, we should leave as well.”

“But Ashlav’s coffin is still here...”

Mayra’s gaze fell on her brother’s coffin, and a trace of hesitation crossed her face, reluctant to leave it behind.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll ensure it remains untouched here.”

Yuder’s calm response made Mayra smile faintly.

“Thank you so much. But... I still can’t figure out what’s going on outside. Surely a monster didn’t appear, right?”

“No, it wasn’t a monster. We received signals from my colleagues during the ceremony that a dangerous person had shown up outside.”

When Yuder explained how the signal had alerted him, allowing him to sense the danger and block the glass before it shattered, Mayra’s expression grew serious.

“A dangerous person? Who is it? Is it someone different from the ones we captured before?”

“No. It’s connected to them, but I don’t think they came specifically to target House Hern.”

Mayra seemed to grasp the situation quickly with just that explanation.

“If that’s the case, then we need to act fast. I’ll go help with the others’ escape. There were many visitors for the funeral.”

“Isn’t it too dangerous? Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“Of course. This is exactly what the next heir of House Hern should be doing, now that my father can’t move.”

As Mayra hurriedly assisted the evacuation, her clothes became disheveled. Her veil had disappeared somewhere, and her hair, which had been neatly styled, was now partially undone.

Yet, she felt truly at ease for the first time in a long while. There had never been a moment of such liberation in her life.

“My father probably never imagined he would witness his legacy fulfilled in such a way. I can’t tell you how satisfying this is.”

Mayra laughed loudly, her joy undeniable.