Seeing the blank expression on my face, Konrad clicked his tongue and conjured a sword with white scabbard and ornate handle. He then tossed it towards Kieran, who caught it with a confused expression.

"What kind of bodyguard are you if you don't even have a weapon to protect your charge?" Konrad said coldly. "I'm letting you borrow that for the meantime. Don't you dare break or lose it."

Kieran looked down at the sword, surprised to see that it looked kind of holy, bearing a crest that he didn't recognize.

Another bark resounded around us and Konrad quickly enveloped me in his arms, his body tense as if he's ready for impact.

Outside the carriage, the wild whining of the horses and the shaking voices of the knights filled the air as they brought out their weapons.

There were loud thuds approaching us, and a moment later, the pained screams of the knights and multiple growling were heard.

Something then crashed to the side of the carriage, breaking the glasses and denting the metal as it tipped over to its side.

I was dimly aware of what was happening, with my withdrawal defense mechanism kicking in and tuned out everything; all I know is that Konrad had used his body to shield me from the debris and impact.

I don't know what I looked like for the three guys with me, but I must have looked either terrified or have blanked out.

Fion's cursing then filled that carriage as he cracked his knuckles.

"You, with me." He curtly said to Kieran as he kicked the crumpled door outwards before clambering out with a grim expression.

Kieran only stared at him, amazed how the crown prince's personal knight, who also hails from the holy family, could be so rude before following out.

"Aine…" Konrad whispered, gently stroking my hair. "Don't worry. Those mutts will never reach you. I will not let anyone or anything hurt you."

Blinking out of my reverie, I looked up at his face, which had a tired and pained smile. After pressing a kiss onto my forehead, he gently extracted himself, getting up and crouching gingerly.

I also sat up gingerly and I could see blood on various places of his clothes, some were even on his thigh, however what worried me the most was the injury on the left side of his torso, where there was a deep, large gash wetting his luxurious clothes.

Turning my eyes to the now broken carriage we are in, I could see a large hole probably due to a horn ramming into it where he was previously seated.

Konrad carefully moved a section of the carriage roof aside and got out, extending a hand towards me.

"Come on, let's go."

"You're hurt." I blurted out, unmoving from my spot, making Konrad chuckle.

"It's not life threatening. A potion or two will fix it up." 

Look at this guy, still playing it cool when he's injured like that.

I curled my hands into fist, slowly realizing how useless I am.

I fucking hate the distressed damsel needed to be saved trope the most.

I may not be the right soul to occupy this body, but who cares? As far as the body remembers how to use its abilities, then there's no problem.

Also, if we are going to talk about technicalities…

Since I'm the original creator of this world, wouldn't that make me a 'God' to them? Granted, the 'god-like' abilities were locked away but I still have my knowledge of the world.

Me coming here is like how a God took on a human vessel, which is a common trope back in my original life.

Taking his hand, I got out of the carriage, turning my head to look at the road that became a battlefield.

Four large dark green dogs the size of a bull, with horns protruding on their forehead and curved bladed tails, were snarling at the surviving knights that Fion must have rallied to him and Kieran.

Broken bodies of the horses, sliced through with the unforgiving claws of those dogs, littered the road, their blood seeping through the ground.

There were also casualties within the ranks of the knights dying in such gruesome ways: faces slashed open, their necks severed, with some of them not cleanly cut and still hanging on there with the last sinews of their neck muscles and skin. Broken and missing body parts were strewn about as well, with the evidence of bites or claws from those mad dogs.

I don't remember what I named those dogs, but I do remember where I took the  inspirations for them and cobbled those information together to create those annoyingly strong creatures.

It's nigh impossible to hit with a melee attack due to the other dangers that its body possesses but if the horn gets hit with a lightning element, they'll be immobilized for a few minutes, enough for the melee attacks to cause some damage.

"Let's go." Konrad said, tugging at my hand as he subconsciously pressed his free hand to his side as the pain surged into him.

I turned to look at him, pursing my lips in disapproval.

I may have created him out of spite but having spent time with him and the others made me feel like they're actual people and not the characters I made them out to be with fixed traits and roles.

I couldn't deny the smidge of affection I developed for the Crown Prince, as I've never had anyone do anything for me and not expecting too much in return. I could sense that he has no hidden malice in his devotion to his fianceé, and it made me a little envious how much love Aine has in this world to the point that this supposed asshole changed his ways for her.

Also, since I planned on keeping myself alive and helping Allen ease some of his protagonist's burden, not to mention Konrad is his deuteragonist, shouldn't I start being proactive now that a real situation is at hand?

Sure, the anxiety and panic earlier got me since it was my first time to be targeted like that but I've dealt with much worse back in my original life.

Physical pain is much easier to endure than emotional and mental pain.