"Stop!"
Bevis's voice rang out as his body suddenly leaped towards the black-clad assassin.
However, Bevis had not lost his reason. It seemed as though he wanted to capture the assassin directly, but in actuality, he was pressing toward the space between the assassin and His Majesty the King.
The death of a few nobles was indeed a major event, but when compared to the safety of His Majesty the King, Bevis was very clear about the distinction.
Those around him seemed to be awakened by Bevis's roar as well, especially the people near the nobles who had their throats cut. The scalding blood had splashed onto them before they realized what was happening and fled in panic.
Screams erupted, and the scene was instantly thrown into chaos.
Of course, not all the nobles were useless. Several nobles on the scene exploded with Gold Level strength, quickly surrounding the position of the black-clad assassin.