Zich and Lyla hid behind the wall of the side of the building and searched to find where the captives were. They would’ve been easily found out if guards heavily surrounded the area, but Snoc and Hans had stolen all the soldiers’ attention away; now, they had more freedom to the point that it almost felt lax.

Zich carefully approached the building from the side first. Two soldiers were standing guard. Yesterday, Zich had to hide all traces of his coming and going so he couldn’t harm anyone, but today was different. Zich signaled towards the back.

Whoosh!

Something brushed the side of Zich’s face and caused his hair to flutter. An invisible arrow made out of wind pierced the center of one of the guard’s foreheads. At the same time, Zich stabbed another guard’s neck with Windur.

“Kuh! Cough!”

The guard coughed up clumps of blood instead of noises and collapsed to the ground while shuddering. The other guard who had been struck by the wind arrow died without even being able to make a sound. Zich threw the corpses in a nearby bush, and in the meantime, Lyla murmured a short spell on the spot where the soldiers died. A moment later, the soldiers reappeared just like how they used to look.

“Amazing,” Zich...