Ephraim still couldn't believe his eyes; Samuel was here, and so were two people who he had never seen before. One that held a staff; and another, a grimoire and a sword. He turned towards Samuel who then grinned at him.
"Ho." The two robed men then stared at Ephraim and then trotted their gaze towards Samuel.
"The 'dungeon conqueror and his companion'." They weren't speaking in chorus now.
The one who was speaking…
"N-no way—"
…was the one Samuel had shot with an arrow!
"What an odd thing. An arrow in flesh." The man then drew the arrow away from his body, which resulted in the crumbling of beige-colored porcelain dropping towards the floor.
The arrow had no smidge of blood, nor anything that served as a proof that Samuel had struck him.
Only the crack on his face—particularly on his left eye, was to be seen.
"What… the hell…" Samuel cannot take his eyes off of the robed man.
His eye was hollow.
