Chapter 143: Departure(2)

"What in the bloody hell are the royal troops doing here?!" one of the lower-class mercenaries exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise. The sharpness of his shout pierced the air, causing everyone present to squint and snap their attention towards the commotion.

"Fuck! He's fucking right! What the hell is going on?" other members of the mercenary group chimed in, their voices filled with discontent and confusion.

Meanwhile, Clementine's heart skipped a beat as she heard the exclamation. A sudden freeze gripped her expression, and her movements came to an abrupt halt, her hand still clasped tightly around Desmond's. Unspoken thoughts raced through her mind, questioning the improbable presence of the royal army in this place.

Without realizing it, Clementine slowly released Desmond's hand and turned her head, her gaze fixating on the approaching royal soldiers. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of a familiar face among them.