Finally, someone among the refugees couldn't suppress the hunger and thirst in their belly and stepped forward.
Slash!
A silver-white flash of sword light flew out from the night, striking the ground at their feet.
Seeing the deep trench on the ground torn open by the sword light, they were so frightened that cold sweat broke out, and they trembled all over.
Under the moonlight, Bedivere, holding a longsword and with a lance on his back, came to stand beside Altria, quietly standing there, exuding an aura of coldness that intimidated all who saw him.
The anxiety spread among the refugees, who had just escaped from a crisis, gradually becoming somewhat chaotic and fearful.
"No need to worry, everyone, we are knights of the Southern Realm. Ahead is our camp, where food and water are prepared. If you need them, please follow me."
A gentle voice came from the other side.
Kai, with empty hands and a friendly smile on his face, spoke soothingly.