The gaze under those hooded figures felt like a cold knife, giving one goosebumps.
"I want to see your leader!"
Khaki yelled, but no one paid him any heed.
On one hand, the witch hunters were used to the cries of their prey.
On the other hand, who the hell could understand your other-worldly language, steeped in a Northeastern accent as it was?
While Khaki Tontita racked his brains to establish contact, in a room cleared from the ruins of Morlan village, old knight Finoc was also receiving a report from his hunters.
"Warband leader! The prisoner we brought back is a summoned creature under vampire Murphy's command! Even though he disguised his summoned creature with spiritual energy, I can confirm this!"
Natalie, the captain of the hunters, said solemnly to her superior:
"My team and I have previously battled with them in this village, their language comes from another world, a characteristic they can't disguise."
Old Finoc did not respond.
