The trap hole was as large as a trench. The men, thirty of them, circling the area, only to discover that their captured victims were not the target they anticipated. They were expecting ‘a skinny blonde noblewoman’, their main bounty, but they captured Agave and Matea instead. Refuse to let their hard work be wasted, they decided to rob them.
“Let’s take their belongings and that shiny gold staff!”
“Oh? You guys want a piece of this ‘shiny gold staff’?” Agave grabbed her thyrsus and turned the handle. In a sudden click, the pines on the thyrsus’s head extruded out, and the sharp edges of those pines made it look like a mace. The thyrsus, which was supposed to be a festival dancing wand, had turned into a sharp weapon.
“Hehe…” she revealed a smirk. “You guys never heard about the Maena
