A few minutes earlier, above the Mist Sea.
A burly man clenched the long knife in his hand and savagely swung it toward Laud, but as the blade fell, it suddenly stopped. His fierce expression gradually became incredibly conflicted as he carefully spoke out.
"Mr. Laud, are we really going through with this?"
"Stop talking, just do it!" Laud, the cripple, gritted his teeth and said, extending his right hand straight out, revealing a very prominent flame mark on the back of his hand.
As he spoke, Laud's heart also clenched fiercely, but this was an utterly unavoidable choice.
From the beginning, he had little faith in a certain Wizard's bold and outrageous rescue operation. So when he noticed that the town harbor was suddenly in chaos, and all previously laid plans had come to an end even before they had begun, Laud immediately judged that the Wizards staying in the town would soon be done for!
