As we approached the main street, there was chaos.
　Some people were holding torches in their hands and using the light to move together to get out of the city, while others were moving around to take control of the city, and others were trying to fight them.
　Again, Camilo says, "He's hurt! Get out of the way! Even in this chaos, there seemed to be some reason left, and it became somewhat easier to pass.
　We ran through the streets, taking advantage of the small gap that people's reasoning left open.
　Perhaps we will be able to take control of this city. I'd like to think that they don't plan to fail the first time. ......
　Then it's best to get out of this mess before it settles down.
　The chaos will continue for a few more hours, but once it's over, it'll be hard to get out of the city.

Let's hope our inn isn't on fire.
　I talk to the two of them as I run, seeing that there are some fires going up.
Maybe we'll be okay.
"Yeah. It's not a good idea to seize control of this city and garrison the people's homes. If it's a temporary stationing, it should be a barracks or an inn.
　The two men replied.
"I see. I see. So there's no point in burning something that's supposed to be used.
That's right.
　Franz took over. Taking control of the city is significant, but it is not the end of the revolution.
　It will continue at least until the emperor is removed from his throne. Whether it takes three days or a year, we must continue to hold this city until that point.
　In some cases, it will be close to a siege.
　If so, are those the mansions of imperial nobles? Maybe they should burn down one or two of them as an example to show their cause?
　Even if the aristocrats' mansions are large, the number of people who can be accommodated in one or two of them is probably limited, and if they decide that a relatively small place won't affect many people, it's not hard to understand.

　Flowing backwards through the chaos, we managed to reach the inn. The inn was still standing, and the looting that tends to occur in such situations had not yet begun.
　As we walked to the place where we had left the carriage, the big guard we had seen on the way was standing there with a big club in his hand.
Sorry, but we're leaving now!
　Camilo said loudly.
I know! I know!
　Camilo said loudly, and the sentry replied with the same loud voice.
　If it had been a normal carriage, we could have left it and just left town, but Camilo's carriage was "special".
　Leaving it here could affect our business later on.
　There were a lot fewer wagons than there had been when we arrived, but we found ours and put Helen in the back.
　When I was about to unload her, she grabbed my arm for a moment, but I quickly loosened my grip and gently unloaded her.

　In the meantime, Franz brought the horses and tied them up, and Camilo and I climbed into the back.
　I took Helen in my arms and laid her down in an inconspicuous place at the back of the cart and covered her with a blanket.
　I gently squeezed Helen's hand, which seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and received a firm response. Feeling this, the carriage began to move forward.

　There was still confusion in the streets, but there were other carriages moving at a steady pace, and we followed behind them.
　Camilo and I take a look around. We've cleaned up most of the mess, but they can see our faces, in case they're after us.
　We won't be able to do much in this mess, but it's still good to be cautious.
　As I was on alert, I looked at the people who were leaving the city on foot, all of them dressed in traveling clothes.
　In other words, most of the town's inhabitants were holed up in their houses, and these refugees were mostly drifters peddling or traveling.
　I thought about giving them a ride if they were with children or something, but I didn't see them until we were at the gate, which kept spitting people out like a water tap - in other words, the gatekeeper couldn't do his job anymore. I didn't see him until we left.