Chapter 19. Practicality and Emotions

By the time that Carysse had successfully broken the rope tying her hands, it was already dark.

Good thing that she always kept her weapon ready at the secret pocket of her sleeves.

The invaders had locked them all up in one of the upper rooms where it had a wide window. They said the room would perfectly serve as a display room, open for the people gathered outside to see what was happening. Some guards could be seen from a distance and the people had their torchlights, guarding them to make sure that the invaders won’t touch the hostages until the gold comes but no one was brave enough to come to their rescue at that moment.

Although of course, that would be wise thinking. Why would they charge straightly into the hands of magic users? The enemy had declared their demands and Carysse wasn’t already surprised when they introduced themselves as the Mahan people that were going around.

In her fear by just hearing of the name Mahan, one lady peed her dress, but no one among them was i