Chapter 68. Visitors (2)
Weekly Chapter (3/6)
“This is strange.”
“Have you been here before?”
“Yes, the Rangers should have met us long ago.”
“Is this situation bad?”
Sylverine coldly replied.
The mountainous terrain was very steep.
But there was no other way, they had to pass through the town of Veron.
The fog was so dense that it was hard to see anything.
After two hours, the entrance to the town gradually appeared through the white fog.
Sylverine’s expression began to turn rigid.
“Stop all carriages.”
Immediately, all the carriages stopped.
“There is a barrier in the town. There are mages there.”
She spoke after a brief silence.
“They seem to be waiting for us.”
He didn’t understand why they were expected in a place like this.
He thought deeply about it.
“…Do I know them?”
“They seem to be your guests.”
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He had forgotten about them.
He never imagined they would be here.
“Wait. You’ll be safe here.”
Sylverine got out of the carriage.
But he didn’t want to hide.
“I’ll come with you.”
“No, stay here.”
She stared into his eyes.
“Listen to me. You must stay here.”
He nodded at her request.
Sylverine walked toward town.
Even if she was a Great Mage, it seemed too dangerous for her to go into enemy territory alone. They had the advantage.
But he couldn’t help her.
He had no choice but to trust Sylverine.
She moved towards the town gate with her hands tucked behind her.
She didn’t look nervous or scared.
The fog disappeared as Sylverine entered.
Now she could visualize the town.
The townspeople were on the floor around the main street.
They had huge icicles stuck on their chests.
Crimson blood stained the town.
Despite the tragic scene, Sylverine’s expression did not change.
She looked around.
“Why don’t you come out quickly? I don’t have much time.”
Then, wizards dressed in white robes came out from behind the buildings. They wore masks.
They were much more than Damien had seen in his dream.
They slowly began to surround Sylverine.
She counted the number of mages.
There seemed to be more than a hundred mages. Moreover, considering the mana surrounding their bodies, the mages were at least in the intermediate-high rank.
For someone to have these troops at his disposal, he had to have far greater power than a lord or an ordinary nobleman.
A high rank noble with a close connection to the imperial family, or the head of an important family of mages in the Empire.
It seemed that this person had great determination.
“What do you want?”
A mage stepped forward.
“Give me your student.”
“There is no reason. Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”
She provocatively replied.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Do you really think you stand a chance against all of us?
The mage continued in a firm tone.
“Already the carriages you left behind have been besieged. You’d better give up.”
Sylverine folded her arms. Then she looked at the masked men one by one.
Her disappointment was evident on her face.
“How do you plan to kill me?”
The mage, who was facing Sylverine, swung his arm.
The fog in the sky dispersed.
The thousands of icicles, floating in the sky, were exposed.
They were all pointed at Sylverine.
She frowned as she looked up at the sky.