Elena placed more force into her limbs. She moved her arms and legs around, but it was useless. The rope was too tight for her to untangle just with her strength, and the mysterious person wasn’t sloppy enough to drop Elena because of her struggling.

“Umph! Ummp!” She tried screaming. However, the bind around her mouth muted her voice. Nothing seemed to work, and anyone would’ve fallen into despair in that situation. However, Elena didn’t give up. She was someone who continued to study magic by clutching onto the thread-like hope that she could possibly have mana inside her; her persistence and grit were beyond amazing. She continued to resist without getting tired. Even when blood dripped down from the areas where the rope scratched her arm, she didn’t stop.

As if her resistance had worked, the kidnapper stopped in the middle of jumping on top of buildings and stood straight.

“Ummmmph!” Hoping that someone might hear her groan, Elena cleared her throat. Then, she searched her surroundings. Since it was late in the day, it was dark. However, the moonlight was enough to reveal the scenery, and Elena felt a deeper level of dread. There was no one. There were only old buildings that didn’t look...