Trinitas Mundus

October 22nd, noon.

The riots that broke out an hour ago at the Duke of Kilgaroho's residence gradually grew larger.

The soldiers of the Kilgaroho family turn their swords to the citizens and repeat their threats as they are swallowed up by the pushing citizens.

Citizens were also confronted with their own weapons, and dozens of soldiers were gradually pushed in front of the main gate, losing their escape.

He had already slaughtered and killed several citizens, who were staring at the soldiers with hateful eyes.

Young Commander Eaton McCallum can only be summoned and scattered as the anger swirls.

"Fools! If you go any further, you'll be wiped out once and for all! Stay back, stay back!

Dozens of times as much anger is returned to the call.

"Because of Uluru! If you can do it, do it! We have justice!

"Let the Duke out! Get Arwell the fuck out of here!

Some of the citizens desperately tried to get out of this mess, but they are pushed forward a little bit because of the wave of people gathered so unable to move.

"Don't push! Crushed!"

"Get me out of here! Let me out!

Nearly a thousand citizens were gathered around the Duke's residence, some of them even trying to climb a wall nearly five metres high.

The Duke of Kilgaroho had no choice but to make this happen.

(I'm already surrounded by thugs. Nor should the preaching to the Knights remain. If they break through the gates, they might kill you... but what are they angry about? You will soon know that there is no such thing as the benefit of letting Arwell escape... after all, someone may be pulling the thread behind it...)

The Duke's residence was in a critical state where equilibrium could be broken due to a slight trigger.

1: 00 p.m.

Even the Royal Palace was distressed to respond to the disturbing movements of its citizens.

There is also information that riots are likely to occur at the residence of the Duke of Kilgaroho, which becomes even more confusing.

King Lionel XII raises fears about the number of citizens gathered in front of the Royal Palace and leaves the response to Lord Braveburn.

"I leave everything to the public. Will you deal with this..."

The King, feeling weak, was sitting in his own office without standing before the citizens.

Lord Braveburn is bewildered by his appearance,

"Wouldn't it be better if His Majesty explained? The people await His Majesty's words."

The king, who was about to lose confidence, was about to find a slight hope in the Duke's words.

"Is that true? Don't you just get cursed if the rest of us leave?

"Your Majesty's resolute words are the best medicine to settle this mess. Your Majesty, give your word to the people."

After a moment of silence, the king slowly rises.

"Let's talk more directly. That's the rest of the responsibility."

As Lord Braveburn bowed his head and tried to speak to the king, a knight rushed in.

"I say! In the wake of the Duke of Kilgaroho's residence, it appears that the Duke's Residence Guard and the citizens have collided!

Lord Braveburn said, "More info!" Shouting, the knight lowered his head gently and continued to report.

"Approximately thirty minutes ago, at the main entrance to the Duke's residence, the defense began to eliminate the citizens with strength. Details are unknown, but they say dozens of citizens have been killed or injured!

The king enters the chair again in response to the report.

The Duke said, "Thank you for your hard work. I command you to contact me as soon as there is a further report," and lower the knight.

The king, who was about to regain his confidence, had once again lost confidence in the fact that a riot had broken out in the king's capital and had lost power in his voice.

"My lord, I don't know what you've done..."

"I thought we should crack it down immediately. Of course, the opponent is not a citizen, but a defensive force."

"I'm paying for the Knights, are you okay? Thousands did not descend..."

Lord Braveburn confidently tells him, "Even if the minister goes out directly, I will put it away and let him see it," but the king shakes his neck sideways and forbids the duke from going out.

"If there is anything public, the protection of the King's capital will be disintegrated. Send someone else. Anybody got a good one?

"I was wondering if Leland of the Third Battalion would be okay. But in the Third Battalion, it's possible to oil the fire."

"Send Leland. The child is in the hands of the public. Suppress them immediately."

To put it all that way, the king elbowed himself on the executive desk and stared at the desk with nothing.

Lord Braveburn went straight from the king's office to the Knights headquarters.

At Knights headquarters, Niges Leland, the temporary battalion leader of the Third Battalion, was in command of the capture of Arwell Kilgaroho.

When Lord Braveburn shows up, he greets him on his knees, but the Duke orders an immediate riot crackdown in front of the Kilgaroho residence, just because the liturgy is useless.

"As I'm sure you've already heard, there was a riot at the Kilgaroho Mansion. Lead a knight who can move and quell the uprising immediately. Ask the citizens not to lay their hands on it."

Leland bowed his head, acknowledging, but can't hide his anxiety at the low strength of his troops.

"Got it. But now I can only move about one squadron. With this force…"

You come up with something, "My lord, I have a favor to ask of you," he further bows his head.

The Duke urges you to go ahead and "tell me" to waste your time.

"Could you ask Lord Hamish Markat to deploy as well? It seems that we alone are not convinced by the citizens. In that regard, I wonder if Lord Markat would be appropriate."

The Duke was also immediately convinced that

"Let's be good. Lead a squadron and hurry to the scene. But don't do anything until Hamish gets there."

Leland has the Third Squadron of the Eighth Battalion - a squadron commanded by Ridgeway who assassinated Arwell - re-equipped before rushing to the scene.

Lord Braveburn immediately sent a messenger to Hamish to request dispatch.

Time goes back about thirty minutes.

In front of the Kilgaroho mansion, the teasing between the defensive forces and the citizens continued.

The scene far exceeded the handling power of defensive squad commander Eaton McCallum, who was panicking that his life was in danger.

Nor did the soldiers understand why they were being attacked by the citizens, but were only able to move as the commander ordered.

In the meantime, neither did the young people at the head of the citizens understand how critical they were in the situation.

They get the feeling of flying wild from the road, and they go through the defense team.

"You guys have the same hole as Kilgaroho! You don't even think about the lives of our civilians as farts!

A voice of consent springs up from around that voice saying, "Yes, yes."

McCallum's gushing voice sounded like a signal to the raid.

(These guys are going to kill me and pour me into the Duke's mansion. I'll kick your ass before they kill you......)

"Everybody, put up your weapons! Drive away the traitors!

The soldiers of the Guard in his voice, lay down their weapons.

Young people in the front row still don't really expect to be attacked, and they continue to provoke.

"If you can do it, do it! We are patriots who truly love our country! Unlike noble men like you..."

McCallum orders an attack so that the young man can be exposed to a familiar word.

"Hang on!"

In one word, the soldiers slaughter and kill the young man before them.

"Hit it, help me!

"Gah! It hurts!

"My arm, my arm!

The screams of the young people stick in front of the Kilgaroho mansion.

McCallum stares at it with his blood-running eyes and orders him to move forward without further loosening of his attacking hand.

"Get out front! Everyone here is a rebel who bows to His Majesty! Kill them all!

He drives the soldiers as he flies a bubbly spit out of his mouth.

Soldiers, especially young soldiers, follow orders to the dark clouds because of tension and excitement, slaughtering and killing citizens who are selfless obsessed and stand in front of them. The veteran soldiers, realizing the irrationality of the order, but not alone could defy it, had no choice but to move on.

Citizens, on the other hand, feared the tragedy of the young men who were inciting them to be slaughtered and killed one after the other, trying to escape with us. But I can't fall back on the walls of the gathered citizens.

"What are you doing! Back off! Clear the way!

The citizens, who have nothing to command, try to move thoughtfully, but it returned and increased the confusion.

Enough was enough and the citizens were eliminated from the front gate.

More than a hundred citizens had been sacrificed in that little time.

There were more than a dozen slaughtered, but those crushed to death by those who panicked to escape had reached several times that.

McCallum was content to have been able to eliminate the mob from before the Duke's residence.

"All right! Defense teams, get back to the front gate guard! You just have to leave the body there!

Breathtaking people still suffer in front of the main entrance.

When courageous citizens try to get closer,

"Those who approach see themselves as traitors and attack. Stay away from me!

I can't get close to McCallum's intimidating rage.

The anger of the citizens, who are about to disappear once again, approaches the critical point.

As the stares continued, it was so quiet in front of the Duke's mansion that it was unlikely that there would be nearly a thousand people. All I hear is voices asking for the help of the wounded, which also gradually weakens.

"You can help just the injured! Please, just the injured..."

One man shouts so, but McCallum says,

"No one, I won't allow you to get close! If you get close, I'll dispose of you as a traitor, no matter why!

After about thirty minutes of confusion, the citizens' movements change.

Because those who went to get the weapons returned, because they gradually came forward.

Dozens of men with unplugged swords and spears, and even more people with wooden sticks nearby, lean against the defense.

McCallum realizes he has made a fatal mistake and begins to knock on the gate in an attempt to escape into the Duke's residence.

"Open it! The mobs are attacking us! I need your help!

The gatekeeper inside was stunned to see how it was going through the peek window.

Because the sight he saw was a truly thug, with a sword in his hand and a face distorted by hatred.

I'll report it to my boss right away, but he was shaking his body in fear that if this gate was broken, he would kill himself too.

1: 30 p.m.

Niges Leland, who led a squadron, arrived near the Kilgaroho residence.

But the perimeter of the mansion is surrounded by citizens, unable to approach it.

Upset runs to the citizens who notice the Knights.

"The Knights are here! Turn the guy with the weapon in the back too!

Hearing that voice, with the loud voice Leland worked out on the battlefield,

"We are here to protect you all! Behold! Our soldiers are unarmed. All I have is a training tree stick!

Citizens on the verge of panic hear Leland and see the soldiers gear.

"True. I only have a stick of wood."

"That's right! Our mission is to protect the people of Lax! I don't have a sword for you guys!

When Leland's words echo around, the citizens regain their composure.

But in front of the Duke's mansion, there continued to be a stare between citizens with weapons and the defensive forces.

Leland and the other Knights try to get close to the spot, but the assembled citizens cannot get close in the way.

(That's awkward. As it is, there will be more casualties. What to do......)

He decided to let the assembled citizens return and let the soldiers guide him.

"Listen to me! I can't even handle the wounded like this! Follow the soldiers' guidance and clear the way!

Have the citizens regained their composure, clearing the way one by one? But there were too many people to make way.

Even in front of the Duke's residence, he noticed that the Knights had arrived from behind.

The commander of the defensive corps, McCallum, was breathing relief that the citizens had begun to calm down.

(You can leave it to the Knights later. We just have to fight back when the mob hits us)

Citizens with weapons were also beginning to realize and be frightened when temporary excitement cooled and they were rebelling.

But there were many citizens behind them, who could neither escape nor lay down their weapons now.

Thus, in the subtle air, the Duke's mansion was once again glued.