"Maybe it's just useless ones? That is why you don't know? I remember you fought at his side at that time."
"He is my brother. What do you expect? But since he was a child, he was just different, always keeping something to himself. We all thought it was just a phase, but who knows, it turned out to last till his final moment."
Alaric let out a deep sigh, "Anyway, let's go. You should have recovered enough."
Isolde nodded, as they talked, time had passed on. It's still not exactly five minutes, but she could recover it now as they moved.
Meanwhile, Luca and the group had already entered the city. They brandished their weapons, with Luca holding her sword and Seraphine using a handgun.
From the outside, the gun didn't look anything peculiar; it was a sleek black handgun carved with a unique pattern.
Seraphine didn't use it, though. She moved proficiently, following Luca in a way that ensured she wouldn't get hit by stray attacks.
