"You said that the snake was breathing fire. Did it move?"
The thug leader tried to recall. "No… the snake didn't move. But the fire around the snake moved. It was a small fireball. It surrounded the snake's head. The fireball made the snake look like it was breathing. It was such an unusual ring."
"That's it? What else do you know about that woman?" Darius urged him.
"Her hair… It was peach black. I've never seen hair like that before," the leader confessed.
"You gave enough description. Was there anything else you forgot to mention?" Darius probed.
"That… that woman told me that if we succeeded in taking care of that noble lady, she would give us another task."
Darius frowned when he heard it. "What task?"
"…I don't know. She didn't say anything else."
"All right, I'm going to report. Behave when I'm gone." Darius put down the whip on the desk and left the cellar.
The thugs screamed from behind.
"Please save us…."
