That night, Ivory and her two Servants, together with Lucius, were imprisoned in the small confinement area at the back of the town hall with a small window with metal bars. The room only had haystacks on the floor, and two rectangular logs on each side that served as chairs.
"Do they think we're horses?" Sigmund crossed his arms, and he kicked the hays underneath his feet. "That scum of a town guard chief… I'll make sure he'll pay for this!"
"It's so cold…" Ivory muttered. She kept rubbing her palms to keep her warm.
Noticing that his sister had no gloves on, Lucius tried to ignite fire using the hay underneath their feet, but he was unsuccessful. "I knew it. This room is magic-proof."
"We should have fought them back then," Lycus muttered.
"I rarely agree with this guy, but I also want to crack that man's head," Sigmund said and clicked his tongue.
But Lucius shook his head, "If we did, we'll lose our chance to have a lighter punishment."
