At this moment, a group of guards gathered around, and they could see clearly in the darkness, the tall figure holding a dual-handed warhammer was none other than Rein!
"Lord Rein!"
"It was Lord Rein who killed the enemy!"
"Only Lord Rein can handle this!"
"When did Lord Rein return?"
....
For a moment, the guards seemed to have found their backbone, and they all stepped forward to pay their respects.
Rein nodded and walked quickly to Cleya's side, helping her up.
It seemed she had never been held by a man around the waist, making Cleya's delicate body stiffen. Although she had been knocked back, it was just a minor injury, and she didn't need any help.
But somehow, seeing Rein come to assist her, the words of refusal just couldn't leave Cleya's lips.
"Rein, are you alright?" Cleya brushed the strands of hair disheveled over her forehead from the battle and asked.
"I'm fine, tough and thick-skinned. Don't worry, but how about you?"