As if nothing had happened, the robed man turned to one of the undead and took a fragile figure into his arms. Then, his gaze shifted to the Mandragora Expedition.
It was him—the grandfather.
Michael stepped forward with an awkward smile, but before he could speak, a shadowy whip lashed out like lightning, narrowly missing his head and extending far behind him.
Moments later, the whip returned, dragging with it a man clad in priestly robes.
Startled, Michael hurried to the old man's side. Alfred, standing over the priest with one foot planted on his chest, spoke with a cold expression.
"What are you doing here? You should be with your unit."
"Well, I was hoping to earn a little extra on the side," Michael replied sheepishly.
"No matter. I was looking for you anyway. You can come back with us."
"Who is this person you've captured?" Michael asked.
"He was running toward us suspiciously, so I grabbed him."
