“He fired,” one of the fiends suddenly said while battling against the Leviathan. They could tell because they had marked the Gray Envoy earlier after discovering him.

“What? Again?”

“Doesn’t he ever get tired?”

“He should’ve already figured out that his attacks won’t work…”

“It must be an old man’s stubbornness or something.”

The fiends looked unconcerned, ignoring his attack. Still, they didn’t slack on their duties.

“The bullet’s coming this way.”

“The bullet has a lot of magic in it. Be careful not to get hit.”

“That bastard…Was he trying to hit us when we were all crowded together?”

“...How was that idiot ever a Hero?”

The fiends didn’t even sneer or curse him. They knew it would be impossible for him to hit any of them.

‘He’s supposed to be a sniper, but he didn’t even consider the speed of the bullet.’ 

They were currently several kilometers away from Port Lane. Obviously, it would take time for the bullet to reach them.

‘It's not like the bullet is flying that fast either.’ 

It was drawing a slow arc in the air. They would have...