Mirko!ãHead to House Sneaks and tell the Viper Squad to come to the castle!'
So says Patrick, riding off.
The gatekeepers of the castle have been replaced by the Marquis of Raven's troops, but they easily defeat them and enter the castle.
What he saw there was a battle between half of the two armies and the anti-Royalist soldiers from the first two armies who were left out of the mission.
It was hard to tell which was which, and their skills were very similar.
So Patrick said,
'Quiet, you two!ãBoth of you, draw your swords!ãIf you have a problem with that, come at me!ãIf you're going to fight me, you better be willing to die!ãIf you don't, make way for me!ãIf you don't, get out of my way!
I'll slash you if you don't!'' he said, unleashing his normally suppressed killing intent to the fullest.
The national army, which had never felt Patrick's deadly spirit before, trembled in fear, both friend and foe.
It was, after all, the killing power of the god of death. Patrick's hellish training had taken its toll on the national army.
It became a space where instincts dreaded killing and the presence of death hung in the air.
Kicking away the soldiers who were sitting on the spot, Patrick continued on his way.