The more he looked, the more the answer became undeniable. These were not criminals celebrating violence. They were villagers, children, siblings, and neighbors who had gathered to protect one of their own.
Witnessing this scene, Reinhardt let out a quiet sigh.
The gazes of the children were piercing. Some looked at him with fear, others with anger.
One little girl was hiding behind Aurelia while peeking at him with watery eyes, as if afraid he would suddenly charge forward and drag Drystan away.
The townsfolk were not much different. Their expressions were tense and fearful.
As for Aurelia, tears still clung to her face. The sight inexplicably caused something in his chest to tighten.
Seeing this, how could he have the heart to continue?
At that moment, footsteps sounded from behind. Silas stepped towards him, his face an indifferent mask.
