Pfile's men at Vault Toyfel and the Duke of Alway had also taken private soldiers and invaded private property owned by the Count of Cilento.
The trees are covered to surround the old mansion. I feel like I'm lost in the woods.
"The magic of this place is starving... that's obviously suspicious"
At first glance, it only looks like an old mansion, but I could probably see a magical element in Pfile, who is a fighter and at the same time possesses high qualities as a magician.
Turn to your men who shake their watery hair and refrain behind their backs.
"Our Vault Toyfer continues straight to the Mansion. The Duke's people turn their backs. Find Olivier and prioritize rescue."
"I understand."
A representative of the private soldiers replies.
To them Pfile is not the Lord, but there is nothing against it unless it is such an order that the Lord, Harald Alway, has entrusted us more than we have entrusted ourselves.
This is how he made Olivier's rescue a priority. There was no dissatisfaction with the private soldiers.
"We suppress our enemies and lay the Mansion under our control. - Let's go."
Raise your bow and follow the shadows of the trees as you lower your hips closer to the front of the mansion.
Two men dressed in the uniform of the Royal Sorcery Division are guarding the front door of the mansion. When Pfile makes his men stop on their feet, he shoots at the arrow.
The arrows captured the men's bodies to be sucked in, knocking them down without making them raise their voices.
"You were right to put some pills on the arrow."
Shooting is easy, but letting them die instantaneously is difficult. Sometimes their physique is enough to keep them alive. It is preferable for the enemy to know their presence a little later. Therefore, he chose to seize consciousness instantly by applying medicine to the arrow rather than letting it despair.
At least you won't wake up until this battle is over.
"Dear Pfile, a new man is approaching from inside the mansion."
"Okay. Spread out, you guys, and bring down the enemy. If possible, help the private soldiers at the Duke of Alway's."
"- Ha."
The boy's life is littered with soundless assassins covered to his head with a costume.
Pfile, alone, stops hiding himself and waits for the front door to open with an arrow.
And at the same time that the old door is opened by silencing the sound, he shoots through the magician in sight and causes him to faint.
The five newly emerged magicians quickly lost consciousness without raising their voices.
"Next."
Collect the arrows and return them to the arrow barrel to transport the seven fallen men to the shadow of the mansion. If they are at all late to be discovered, the soldiers who are hitting Olivier's rescue are in no hurry.
All the Pfiles have to do is quietly suppress it.
The moment I killed my breath and broke into the mansion,
"-"
The sound of the wind roaring in my ears, leaping loudly and putting up barriers.
At the same time, an invisible attack hit the deployed impact and a major shock was added.
"Gu - Heavy"
I can't kill the shock and get blown out of the mansion.
I never got a scratch, but I clearly found that I had more hand work than I expected.
I noticed the attack because Pfile himself was a wind user, but otherwise it could have split his body. It was a really covert attack. Inside, I want to praise my enemies.
"I know you are. Show yourself."
Raise a bow and point an arrow at the entrance to the mansion.
Tips, tricks, and shoe sounds slowly revealed the raider.
"It's been hours, Pfile."
- Ernesta Kaif.
After all, I bitterly think that the inner prediction was hit.
Ernesta Kaif, secretary of Jared and sister of former court magician candidate Barnabas Kaif. He is an excellent magician at the same time as his brother.
"I didn't think you had the strength to be this far"
"I'm surprised myself. Because it's the first time I've ever been born that my body is so light."
With a tranced look on her face, Ernesta hugs her own body.
The figure was not Pfile's knowing girlfriend.
"- You're being manipulated, huh?
However, I am not sure whether it is still manipulated by spells because my consciousness is clear. When she went crazy in front of Pfile, she was thus attacked without question without a conversation having been concluded, and disappeared.
In contrast, we now look like we're having a conversation at the will of Ernesta.
"Well, maybe it is when it comes to being manipulated. But maybe not."
"I don't get the guidelines. Answer plainly."
Ernesta approaches alertness against Pfile, who asks pale questions.
I have no hesitation in walking if I'm sure I won't shoot, even though I put an arrow up and the arrow is pointed at her chest.
"Stop."
"I don't want to."
Stop, Ernesta Kaif.
Her feet were finally stopped by a slightly irritating mixed voice and her silver hair rose dissatisfied.
"Ask again. Are you being manipulated?
"Yeah, they're manipulating me. But if I'm right, I'm free."
"Liberation?
Ernesta continued with a thick grin on the pufile with a surprising look on her face.
"That's right. You'll see. I've always wanted to be myself. I wanted to live the way I wanted to, not my sister chasing my brother's shadow, not the daughter of a parent who wanted to be a magician."
"Then you can do it - I've always said that to you"
"Yeah, right. But every time I said, I couldn't. But - I don't have to put up with it anymore. I don't know any more about my brother, who lived on his own without thinking about the rest of his family or the parents who raised me as a magician instead of my disappeared brother!
He spreads his arms wide and speaks like a stage actress.
"- I'm free. I'm free!
"Now I'm convinced. Ernesta Kaif, you're being manipulated."
"No, this is who I really am. Me I've been hiding. It's me, ugly, stupid. But you know, I feel a lot better than living under false pretences."
The magic emanating from Ernesta is black and cloudy. I look up unexpectedly when I see a shadow on the magic that is increasing enough to be visible.
At the same time I found what I was sure was right.
There is no doubt that Ernesta Kaif is being cursed by someone.
"Ernesta, I'm going to help you now. Wait."
"I don't want any help. 'Cause I feel great. Hey, Pfile, if you're trying to get in my way - I won't forgive you."
Boom, and curly silver hair. The wind roars.
Whether there has been a change in magic because of the spell, or whether it is her natural strength, there is a few more steps of power than Pfile's known ernesta.
Perhaps her brother, Barnabas Kaif, is showing an increase in magic to equal or greater.
But Pfile never cowered. But there is no joy in fighting the strong.
The emotion in his chest is - anger.
Pure anger at those who cursed and freaked out at a woman who shared the time that awakened unspoken emotions, both comfortable for a pufile called Ernesta Kaif.
I don't even know why I'm angry about this.
There's only one thing I wish for while desperately hiding my burning anger - I want her back to her usual. That was just it.
"I'll help you in a minute. Wait, Ernesta."
Pfile threw his bow and arrow on the ground and fleshed to Ernesta, where he tried to unleash his magic.