Chapter 169
"Fuck! Why is that witch bitch here again?! Retreat back inside!" the older woman urged her people in frustration, her voice barely containing her alarm.
But before anyone could heed the warning, another dagger flew toward the group and struck the woman’s right leg, embedding itself in her flesh.
The attack didn’t end there. A flurry of daggers shot through the air, darting silently out of the darkness. It was impossible to anticipate where they would land, the only clue being the whispers of wind that accompanied them.
One man tried to evade by listening for the telltale sound of their approach, but before he could react, a dagger found its mark in his stomach. He doubled over, groaning in pain as chaos erupted around them.
Whitney’s eyes widened as recognition washed over her. Those daggers—she had sold them to Remillia. That unmistakable style and color. She was sure it was the obsidiarite daggers.
"What the hell is going on?" Rex shouted, his heart racing as he witnessed the frantic scene unfolding before him.
In the confusion that followed the onslaught, the men encircling Cypher and the others hesitated, fear evident in their movements. Taking advantage of the moment, the group of students bolted, their instincts screaming for them to escape. They ran until they reached a safe distance from the city.
Once they had put a sufficient distance between themselves and the threat, they turned back to see the woman still leaning against the tree. Her presence was foreboding yet intriguing.
In a surprising display of grace, she raised her hands, and the daggers she had thrown earlier zipped back to her with a speed that left the group stunned. She stowed the blades in their sheaths, then slowly removed her mask.
As the half mask slipped away, her face was revealed, and the group stood frozen in shock.
"...What?" they murmured collectively, caught in a daze.