Deciding that both the paths the road split into were equally important with a failed coin flip, the Otherworlder and Vera went on their separate ways ahead. Safety was a slight concern, so they decided to not engage in any combats that they were a hundred percent sure they would win, after considering any and all kinds of possibilities.

Walking through the dark path where barely any light reached, the Otherworlder held back on creating any light sources to let his mana recover with no hiccups. Though he was acceptable at magic, his soul badge showed just 45 points for mana as compared to Vera’s 178.

The Otherworlder cautiously continued onward when he heard soft shuffling sounds.

‘There we go...’

He had come across more people. It meant he was getting closer to the remaining of those revival bastards. It also meant he could finally get some more information on what was exactly going on.

With a smirk, the Otherworlder pressed his back against the wall.

“[Light Magic: Veil]”

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ ⟨ ⏣ ⟩ ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈

“Move it!” A dark-haired woman shouted as she brandished her whip ahead.

“I am! I am!” a soft voice screamed back. The owner of the voice, a red-haired woman in long robes, ran behind her two captors with her hands cuffed together.

“Take it easy, Garlic. We can’t really hurt her too much.” The other captor chided the dark-haired woman.

“Shut up, Onion. Don’t teach me!”

Onion, the short man with messy brown hair, raised his hand in a submissive stance and shrugged his shoulders. A rope extended from Onion’s hand, tied right around the waist of the cuffed woman behind him. Taking the lead, the two of them dragged her along through different bits of the tunnel.

“I sure hope everything is going well. The explosions we had her made were too loud,” Onion remarked as he pulled on the rope for no particular reason.

“Hah? Of course it is. Holy Water already used his secret spells all over the sewers.” Garlic turned her head and stared at the red-haired woman with a sidelong glance. “Not a sound would eek out if I splatter this bitch’s guts all over the wall.”

A grunting sound came from the back as the captive woman heard their words and bit her tongue.

As if she took offense, Garlic completely turned her head and walked while facing the woman. “You got a problem, bitch?! Huh! I’ll kick you–”

-Swish

A soft swishing spread in the air, followed by a spurt of blood gushing from the back of Garlic’s head.

Onion hadn’t even realized what was happening as he slowly turned towards her, when a stinging sensation assaulted his nose and eyes.

The two of them took hurried steps back. Garlic lightly raised her hand towards the back of her head. She tapped it to feel a grimy and wet sensation.

“Ah... Ah...”

Onion too pushed his fingers towards his eyes. “I-I can’t see...”

As Garlic brought her hand to the front, she could see the viscous red substance dripping down the back of her head like an open dam.

“AHHH! H-HELP! HELP!”

“FUCK! MY EYES! I CAN’T SEE!!”

Wails of agony came out of Garlic and Onion as the pain trickled into their brains.

-Step

Footsteps chimed out from right in front of them.

-Step

A wave of wind fluttered around the feet of the two screaming people.

“W-who’s there! Fuck!” Garlic screamed and swung out her whip again.

-Step

“[Spirit Magic: Wind Blast]”

A burst of air condensed into a small ball shot out and landed right in between Garlic’s stomach as she was pushed back against the wall. Her whip dropped from her grip while her bleeding head was smashed on the wall.

“Did you see?”

-Step

Onion swung his head from left to right as his eyes continued to bleed profusely. “FUCKER! I’LL KILL YOU!”

A magic circle formed around Onion’s hands, taking a brown glow. The magic circle spun around haphazardly, with more and more mana being poured into it. He was about to attack with no regard for his surroundings!

“[Spirit Magic: Wind Strike]”

A crescent of wind shot out and struck Onion right at his bleeding eyes. The pain comparable to a hundred shrapnels being hammered into his head made him lose all concentration as he fell to the ground.

“This is how you use spirit magic.”

-Step

The captive girl trembled as a man appeared from within the darkness. His fluttering wheat hair and glimmering brown eyes seemed strangely familiar. As the man got closer, his sharp and defined features came into view, a high nose, sharp eyes, chiseled jaw.

It was a handsome face one would have a hard time forgetting.

“Sanguine Snake’s wizard girl.”

The man who had appeared to save her was the same person she knew fully well.

The same person who had been hailed as the ‘destroyer.’

“Y-you are... Iatra Fors!?”

It was none other than the Otherworlder, Iatra ‘the Destroyer’ Fors!

Without waiting or stopping for a second, Iatra Fors continued heading straight for the captive Liesl.

‘Wh-what! I-is he going to free me right away and take my heart?! Oh my, we can’t, we can’t!’

Closer than ever, Iatra Fors finally stopped just a few inches away from her. A dense blush covered both her cheeks as she tried to avert her gaze away from him.

His hand came closer to her, slowly and softly, as he grabbed the tips of her collars.

“Now…”

A sharp pull yanked Liesl out of her fantasy world as she was lifted and slammed against the wall.

“Where’s my money, bitch?”