"Master, we have intruders," warned Amelia Mirror Spirit.
"They are on the first floor."
"They are moving from the first floor to the second."
Dozens of figures appeared in the mirror, but their shapes were blurry.
"Why can't I see their faces clearly?" asked Ivita curiously.
Amelia Mirror Spirit frowned. "They seem to have some kind of Protective Charm on them."
"It's blocking my divination ability."
Meanwhile, the sound of horns reverberated within the castle. Although the patrol soldiers had been temporarily deceived by magic, an army was still an army after all.
They quickly snapped back to reality.
"The witches from the graveyard must be behind this," Ivita squinted.
"What fools."
"Coming right up to our doorstep."
Amelia Mirror Spirit alerted from within the mirror, "I discovered that they have killed five blacksmiths."
