Sword lights flashed, beasts roared, trees fell, and the occasional bush was set on fire before being put out by the fierce night wind… but it had nothing to do with Lucian. His indifferent eyes remained locked on the four skewers.
[Host, are you confident the plan will work?] The worried voice of the System rang in Lucian's mind.
[Of course, why wouldn't it?] Lucian acted as if he was genuinely surprised.
The System sighed.
[What if they choose to attack you before they eat the roasted rabbit?]
Lucian was silent for a moment.
[They won't attack me. I've shown just enough for them to be wary of me, but not enough to scare them away.]
Soon, the chaotic sounds of fighting ceased, signaling one side had won.
Accompanying the squelching of liquid being pressed into the grass, two figures walked out of the forest.
Lucian looked at the victors and had no change in his expression. They were none other than Lucius and Luke.
