Kapitel 123: 123. A Royal Puppet

On the 6th floor, Marquis Rowan breathed heavily while looking around him. He was injured in various places but the wounds weren't life-threatening.

Right now, corpses upon corpses were piled on this floor. Dead bodies of humans and monsters. Some clerics had fled but most were now dead.

The battalion of knights, supposed to fight the necromancer's undead army, was all spent fighting the dungeon monsters. A few of them may be alive, he ought to kill them and end their misery.

The Grand Knight stood alone and walked among his fallen comrades. Rowan etched each one of their faces to his memory. As long as his life didn't end, he wouldn't forget them.

Rwarrrggh!

Rowan could hear the roar of that Wyvern from there.

''I must go help Ivan and Ar- Ack!''