I pushed myself off the ground and stood up, shaking and unsteady. The pain from my wounds felt dull as fear of the army before me took precedence. The flames that licked around the ruins of Fort Valga made the scene even more unsettling. The only choice I had was to escape on my levi-board
After nearly an hour of ambushing the assassins throughout the fort, a strange feeling kept gnawing at my mind. We were picking them off, several at a time, but there was no increase in how many showed up despite the ruckus of an alerted enemy around. In fact, we were seeing smaller groups for the
The scent of blood clung to the back of my nostrils. Perhaps, I was imagining it since I had the luxury of staying several steps away, leaving Gadwin to do the killing. Regardless, something was nauseating. A feeling choked the back of my throat and made me want to gag. ‘How many was this now?’
My eyes darted back and forth between the mess of round balls on the ground. The scent of gunpowder was now recognizable. Out of reflex, I stepped back two paces. “B-Bombs!” “Don’t worry, these aren’t going to explode unless you activate the Fire Stone inside. Then you have about two seconds to leave the room.”
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I saw the portals hovering around me. Each one had a gun poking out and aimed straight at me, as if daring me to make a move. Even in a panic, I could tell exactly what they were holding. The distinct design of the magic
Along the border of Purnesia and Sistina, a giant wall had been erected as a defensive measure against possible invasion. Stretching from one end of the continent to the next, the main entryway that granted access between the lands was Fort Valga, nestled along the western side. The wars in the past involved a collection
I raced through the hills along the countryside, pushing my levi-board as fast as it could go. The only thought in my mind was to catch up to the lying bastard that had played me for a fool. I had trusted him a bit too quickly, since he seemed desperate to make a name for
“Earl Sevald Hohenheim, I’m here to arrest you!” I pointed my knife straight at him. “Hmph, for a single man to barge into the home of a powerful noble in such a manner, how foolish… or that is what I would say if it were someone normal. But you, Chancellor, are far from the normal
“Too slow. Too slow. The mass production is going about too dreaded slow, I say!” The commanding voice of Earl Hohenheim shook his office as two merchants scratched their heads sheepishly. The man at the desk was an elderly gentleman who still had a fire in his eyes, despite being in his 60s. A green,
‘If only a stakeout wasn’t so boring!’ Initially, I hoped to quickly track the movements of the supposed perpetrator and stumble upon some big, revealing secret. And then, Ludmila and I would ceremoniously leap out with a ‘So, you were the culprit!’ before taking them down. However, the list of targets that we followed were