Henry didn't care about the death of the young man. He had seen too many deaths before. This one wasn't that bad.
Felicia peeked again and saw the tragic fate of the young man.
"They're horrible…"
"Humans have always been horrible. Nothing will change."
Henry stared at these people. They wore black magus cloaks and hid their faces. They were what you would expect for a secret organization.
And at that train of thought, Henry formed an idea as to who they were.
In addition to the three magi at the center, two men stood beside the chained people. It was not discernible if they were also magi.
The three waved their hands together and pushed their palms to the plant. Immediately, a wave of suction appeared and pulled in a significant amount of mana.
They used the mana of the young man earlier as a catalyst in order to speed up the blooming of the flower.
"Should we save them?" Felicia asked.
