When the Small Sword Saint opened her eyes again.
The surroundings were filled with bustling noises.
-Hurry… move!
-…There’s no time…!
Sounds coming in busily.
Accordingly, the Small Sword Saint quickly opened her eyes and abruptly raised her body.
“…Haa… Haa.”
As she burst out rough breaths like that.
“Are you awake?”
A voice came from the side.
The Small Sword Saint turned her gaze to look at the owner of the voice.
Meeting that gaze, the man had to shudder.
Because the Small Sword Saint’s gaze was far too chilly.
Perhaps aware of it herself, the Small Sword Saint hurriedly managed her expression.
It was also because the man was someone she knew.
“…Beggar King?”
The man’s title was Beggar King.
The eyes and ears of the orthodox faction that commanded all the beggars of the Central Plains.
At the Small Sword Saint’s words, the Beggar King let out a slight fake cough and added words to the Small Sword Saint.
“It seems there was a big incident… seeing your expression isn’t ordinary.”
“…”
The Small Sword Saint gave no response to the Beggar King’s words.
The Beggar King also didn’t ask further, as if he naturally expected that.
The Small Sword Saint, looking at the people murmuring outside, brought up something else.
“…What’s going on?”
“Well… it’s nothing much….”
“Beggar King.”
A somewhat chilly tone pierced into the Beggar King.
“What happened?”
It was a…