After two days, Edward had figured out the identities of the "guests" in the caravan and promptly relayed the information back.
The Commander of the Martial Souls was taken aback: Mr. Bertram? The Owen Bertram? Royval, on the other hand, looked delighted: Excellent, let's take care of Owen Bertram as well!
In the large tent, between Royval and William, a small Flying Sword suddenly appeared from a specific point in the void. It was only palm-length but had a delicate structure. Gears, connecting rods, and machine parts worked in harmony, with intricate array lines shimmering with radiance.
At such a close distance, the Five-toothed Flying Sword shot through Royval's chest with a 'whoosh'.
The devout follower of the Power of Six Mountains showed a pained expression, then his body ignited — at the same time, all of the people he had brought with him, including the Commander of the Martial Souls, burst into similar flames.
