Chapter 318.2
Leaning against the wall, Shalok wore an awkward expression.
“Haha, didn’t you say I could keep attacking the way you did, Holy Grail Knight?”
“That doesn’t mean hiring Wallachian human hunters! Are you out of your mind?”
Isaac had heard about it at the ‘Laughing Octopus’ tavern, but he hadn’t actually thought Shalok would go that far. It was too much of a burden. Not only were they hostile heretics, but how could anyone trust a group of bloodsucking cannibals and keep them nearby?
He had considered it might just be a nasty rumor, but just in case, he had searched the theater beforehand, looking for any dark, damp, and cramped places that Hesabel would frequent.
Places similar to where cockroaches lived.
But there had been no one.
Shalok hadn’t hidden the human hunters; he had openly cast them as actors.
When Isaac saw more actors charging at him, he didn’t hesitate to jump out the window.