Chapter 16: The Worst Situation
“The Seymour Worm at test site 327 died of unnatural causes.”
“Who’s in charge of Noer?”
“Troy Fenrir’s Steel Wolf Mercenary Regiment.”
“Show the images from the bugs.”
“Eighty-three minutes ago, there were two records of two effective attacks, one physical and one mental spell, suspected of bewitchment. None of them died.”
“Let Troy report the reason. After determining the man-made attack, release Pandorater at the test site in Noer.”
The tin badge on Fenrir’s chest suddenly vibrated up and down like a living creature. He skillfully removed it and turned to the message from the Guild Headquarters on the back. He was instantly shocked.
Thorne was boringly directing the surveillance bug to do a figure-eight dance in the air. Fenrir’s movement wasn’t small causing him to become distracted and the figure-eight dance suddenly dispersed.
“What’s the matter?” Thorne yawned.