However, it seemed that their mana was insufficient to remove this feeling of crisis, possibly because the adversary was attacking with something akin to a magic curse, leaving them only to suffer.
Initially arrogant, those in black who had spoken of letting others die, when they started to experience immense pain, their pride was abraded away, wishing only for a quick resolution, or to be set free.
"Hero, please let us go? We will never dare to commit evil again, and in the future, you are free to enter the mountains without us causing you trouble."
"Yes, let us go, let us go, you will be my masters, and from now on I will serve you."
The Earl, hearing these confessions, felt a softening in his heart and hesitated whether to release them or not?
He had never killed anyone before, and although someone had come to the mountains to kill, the attacker had not succeeded, nor had he killed that devil.
