Cid’s eyes casted on the window watching how the people had disperse and sheltered on some establishments. He cranes his neck and glances on the people from behind that’s entering the store and cautiously town down his voice.
“The assassins that the nobles funded, they’re gathering in various places in different cities. Even now, they’re spreading like insects, man. The only way out of this is to get her straight back to the palace.”
A silence fell over them. Alastor massages his head and heaved a heavy sigh.
“Shit.”
“What is it?”
“It must be them.”
“Who?” Cid raised a brow.
“Them, the people who attack us previously. We managed to escape them, but they…”
Alastor sighed and continued. “They were marking and camping some roads. This tactics of them are becoming a pain in the ass.”
