Someone followed the Tamed Beast here, causing immediate tension among the members of the Association.
Steward Slyther and a few squad leaders quickly ascended the city wall.
They peered at the figure outside.
Cloaked in black, wearing a mask.
"See if there are others," Slyther said to those beside him.
Rustle~!
Several Tamed Beasts soared into the sky, flying in all directions.
"No others found," a few Rangers replied.
Meanwhile, the figure in the black cloak outside the village cast a sweeping glance at the gate and the surrounding walls. They looked ominously at the people above and, with a smile, began to retreat, planning to leave.
"He's trying to leave!" someone alerted.
Slyther watched the figure's gradual retreat, his expression becoming hesitant.
But there was only one person.
If they actually let him go back and spread the news, it would only become more troublesome later on.
"Open the gates, we can't let him escape," Slyther ordered with a cold voice.
