If his body didn’t yield to anemia and other ailments, he would have to inflict more severe damage.

“When…?”

“When there’s an opportunity, discreetly.”

Every time you make a futile remark, sigh and scream.

“Ha…”

Enthe looked at Ibi and laughed with a lively mouth stained with blood.

Faking fear and scheming like this. But nothing will change. Ibi’s arms are tied, and this level of damage will soon recover.

Although the dry and torn lungs were terribly painful, Enthe, who couldn’t die, slowly regenerated.

Waiting for the lungs to recover, Enthe looked at Ibi with eyes that had become more fierce than before.

However, Ibi faced Enthe nonchalantly, seemingly unafraid of the aftermath.
“If I have to choose whether to live or die, of course, I will kill rather than be killed. But the target won’t be you, who’s trying to kill me, but someone else.”

Ibi said so and stood up from the chair. The rope that bound Ibi’s wrists was somehow untied.

Enthe looked surprised, but instead of being triumphant, Ibi threw the rope away, chewing on it.

“And I’ll kill anyone who touches our servant.”

With those words, the pillar and ceiling collapsed, falling onto Enthe.

Thud! With the sound of a heavy rock covering a person, Ibi closed and opened her eyes tightly.

The collapsed pillar and ceiling were shattered, forming a towering pile of stones over Enthe.

“…He probably didn’t die, right?”

It might be self-defense, but I don’t want to carry the burden of killing because of such a scum.

‘Even if he’s alive, he won’t be able to remove the salt from those rocks by himself.’

Finally freed, Ibi sighed briefly. However, she couldn’t completely let her guard down yet.

‘Which side to handle first?’

Ibi, massaging her sore wrists that were forcibly untied, alternately looked at Enthe trapped in the pile of rocks and Cassel on the other side.

Cassel can’t erase the evidence of this place. But leaving Enthe like this is also dangerous.

‘Can’t the Night Clan escape from this cage? In that case, saving someone like that…’

Ibi looked down at the boy trapped in the cage and suddenly stopped.

A chilling premonition crossed her mind, and right after, Ibi turned and hurriedly left the room where Enthe was.

‘Why didn’t I think of that?’

Ibi thought as she rushed through the corridor.

The Night Clan can feel each other as if they were part of their bodies.

And there are three Night Clan members in this arena.

One who hasn’t appeared yet.

He could be trapped like the boy in the cage, or he could be freely roaming like a snake.

‘Either way, it doesn’t matter, because…’

That snake pretended to be a servant to Lord Brick, avoiding the eyes of the Night Clan in this castle.

That means the Night Clan here knew about the snake’s existence.

‘Of course, there’s no reason to tell Lord Brick good things while receiving such terrible treatment. But…’

But each person can pass on information for their own reasons and circumstances. That’s a story that no one but the parties involved can know.

So, if I were the snake…

‘As soon as I came here, I would have contacted the other Night Clan members!’

Not only contacted but also already formed an alliance.

If not, Enthe wouldn’t have come here to this place filled with purifying salt.

With a creepy hypothesis, Ibi ran away in a hurry.

Zziiik.

A sound of tearing through the rain reached her ears.

Ibi reflexively turned her head and swallowed her breath.

The canopy above, which was set up alone, was tearing by itself.

Ah, that canopy.

Tindavis hardly ever receives rain, so few people prepare for rainy days.

Is this arena any different? It’s a place that hasn’t been around for a year yet. It’s probably the first time it’s going to rain here.
So, the hastily arranged shabby canopy was nothing more than a temporary measure.

However, that very canopy, serving as the only ceiling shielding from the rain and salt, was being torn apart by an unknown force.

The slowly tearing canopy eventually split in half with a squelching sound.

Splash! The water trapped in the canopy poured in all directions, and the nobles caught in the downpour screamed.

“Huh!”

“What’s happening, all of a sudden!”

What matters now is not getting the body wet but preventing the salt from melting. However, the nobles, unaware of this, were only eager to avoid the rain.

At that moment, something sneaky appeared from somewhere, sweeping through their bodies lightly.

The doomed ones remained silent, and the screams of those who witnessed it spread briefly before echoing.

In the sudden screams, both the nobles and the mercenaries hurriedly looked around. However, it was too dark to discover the nobles who had suddenly become casualties.

So, the nobles, unknowing, were trapped in the square seats, slaughtered one by one.

Even though blood sprayed in all directions, it was drowned out by the sound of heavy rain. Occasionally, the spreading faint moans only hinted at impending death, carried to adjacent sections.

“What’s happening? What’s happening now?”