The day was coming to an end, the villagers from a nearby village were returning to their houses after a day of hard work.
Even so, the road leading to the village wasn't completely abandoned yet.
A knight in black armor and a helmet covering his face came from the shadows of a nearby tree and carefully looked around.
Since it has already been a few weeks, he decided that it would be best to use actual armor and not the shadow one – after all, if by any chance he would have to switch the mana he was using, he would have to deactivate the shadow armor, leaving himself more vulnerable than necessary.
...indeed – once again, it was the last capture target...
"There it is~!"
Arisu ended up finding what he was looking for and snickered in satisfaction.
Everything was working out perfectly.
An old wagon pulled by a scrawny brown horse was approaching the spot the young man was at.
And when the wagon was passing by him...
"Wind blade!"
"NEIGH!"
