The help?

Someone jumped out of the carriage that Ranger and Ralph were hiding beside. The figure was wearing dark cloth and was hiding his face with a mask. Having a sword in one hand and on the other hand a large punch that seemed half full, the man swept his gaze on the battlefield for a second, and without any hesitation, he jumped toward me and Alaric, raised his sword, and slashed with his blade.

'Damn it!'

Alaric was the closest one to the carriage, so he was the first one on the blade's trajectory. The sword was not high enough to slash open his throat but I'm sure he will at least lose an arm if he was hit with it.

'You know Alaric, you are a real pain in the ass. You are always in the way and cause me problems even if you aren't present around me. It's only been a few days since I've regressed but the amount of annoyance I received from in this short time you are equal to at least three rounds of regular regression. I seriously want to punch you in the face you stupid fool. Why the hell were you frozen on your spot the whole time I was beating that bandit with a book you could've run away if you didn't want to help me fight! Seriously, you are seriously annoying!'

Once again I reached out my hand to grab Alaric. I grabbed his arm instead of his collar and with a sudden movement, pulled him to the right and threw him to the ground. The fool got swayed around easily and fell down without any resistance.

SLASH

"Gah!"

Blood splashed in the air as the sound of meat being sliced mixed with the pained gasp. The blade cut through cloth and flesh and left behind a deep wound.

"Tsk!"

I grabbed my left side which now had a deep wound on it and staggered back. Blood was gushing out of it like a crimson waterfall. Surprisingly, the wound didn't hurt at all in the first few seconds that it was cut. It was bleeding a lot, but the pain wasn't there yet.

I pressed my left side and looked at the attacker. He had moved back his sword, took a proper posture, and was ready to attack once again. It looked like he intended to do a vertical slash this time, in which I'd be cut in half if I was hit. I had to dodge, but I neither had the ability nor the time for that. Standing in my place, I watched as the blade gleaming silver from the reflection of the moon slashed down towards me.

'Too bad I'll regress like this... I wanted a rather better death...'

I sighed and turned to the fool that was sprawled on the floor. Alaric had his face covered in blood, in my blood that splashed in the air when the blade cut my side after I threw this brat aside. He was staring at the wound on my side with eyes almost bulging out of their sockets and a face as pale as the walls of his room. His body was slightly trembling, but his gaze was firm on the cut spot in my body.

'What are you staring at like this?'

What's with that panicked face? It's not like he hasn't seen such things in his life- huh, no, he has lost his memories so I guess he hasn't seen such things in his life yet.

'It makes me regret dying this soon... Having an amnesia young master was an interesting experience...'

Those thoughts passed through my head in only a second, just before the sword could hit me. The sliver blade was not above my head, just a few inches away from slicing my left shoulder from up to down.

CLANGGG

However, the sword didn't reach my shoulder no matter how much I waited. It didn't cut my body nor did it even leave a scratch.

It was because the blade was blocked just a few inches above my head. Another blade was pressing against the sword from below, preventing it from moving anymore.

It was only then that I realized a figure standing beside me, a figure that wasn't there just seconds ago. It was a tall and slightly brawny man, clad in all-black cloth from head to toe. His slightly curly hair was also black as well as the hilt of the sword he was wielding. It would be nearly impossible to notice him in the darkness of the night if there were not proper lights in the surroundings, like that burning carriage a few meters away.

I didn't need much time to recognize who he was. Black hair black cloth, a sharp jawline, and a rather fierce expression. He was the man I'd met in the morning, the one who seemed to have recognized me at the first glance.

"Huh?"

Just as the confused gasp left the bandit's lips, the sword that was suppressing his blade suddenly moved forward with an insane speed.

Plop

The headless body remained standing for a brief second before it gradually leaned forward and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Ah..."

Alaric gasped quietly as soon as the headless body fell to the ground, just beside his feet. He stared at the corpse for a second, at how it shook for a second before its limbs got limp, and how blood oozed out of the space where his head used to be and wet the ground.

"Ah..."

Alaric let out another gasp and moved his head back, his trembling body gradually shaking more and more intensely. He was still staring at the corpse when his breathing got shorter and faster as he clenched his own clothes.

"Aaaahhhh!"

The young master let out a piercing scream and suddenly his body jolted back, taking more and more distance from the corpse. Tears were forming in his eyes and he looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

I took my eyes off the young master and looked back at the black dude in front of me. He was glancing between me and Alaric with a rather annoyed face. Seeing that he seemed to have no intention of attaching me, at least for now, I turned towards Alaric. I resisted the urge to grab his hair and patiently pulled on his arm. He was still trembling and panting when I pulled up his arm.

"Get up..."

I pressed on the wound on my side. It was aching. It felt as if it was burning and as if my left side was completely gone. I was starting to feel the pain gradually, and I wanted to be in the safe area by the time would be unable to move due to pain.

"Get up... Gasp..."

All of a sudden, the surrounding became somehow blurry and distinct. For a second I couldn't hear the voices around me and couldn't sense anything properly. I was feeling light-headed and cold. My grip on Alaric's cloth loosened and I staggered to my feet.

"Ian! Young master!"

"Brother Ian!"

The next second, the voices were back. My sight cleared and I could see my surroundings properly again.

However, instead of being beside the corpse of the attacker, I was now beside Ranger and Ralph, my back supported by the thin but firm arm of the old man while I was in a sitting position. On my left side was a trembling child, and to my right was a crying young master.