In a misty forest deep in the night, a hot pursuit was ongoing.

“Huff, huff.” 

Gilberto Green’s ponytail swung as he ran. He took out a syringe from his vest and injected it into his arm, but he was still frowning.

‘...I’m already at my last potion.’ 

Funnily enough, what was running through his veins right now were potions rather than blood. He had injected too many potions into himself today.

‘Right now, there are five of them chasing behind me.’ 

And that was after he had taken out the majority of them. In the beginning, there had been a whopping thirty fiends after him.

‘They’re coming at me recklessly. They probably think that they can kill me easily if they just close the distance, as I’m a sniper.’ 

The most infuriating part was that they were correct. After all, his specialty was sniping from so far away that he wouldn’t normally be visible.

“...!” Just then, something caught his eye, and he suddenly slipped to the ground. As a flickering lance made of flames grazed by him, he pulled the trigger with a bang.

“Ack!” With a final cry, the body of a mage hiding in the trees fell down.

“Huff, huff…” Breathing harshly, Gilberto sneered at himself.

‘I did so much stamina training so that I wouldn’t hold back my comrades…’ 

But after twenty-six years, all his efforts had fizzled away,...