Chapter 42.2
A note. It was an act rarely used by orcs and fairies alike. There were only a few orcs and fairies who could write. Zell, however, could read and write. There were only a handful of fairies who could read, and even fewer who could write. And if they could write in a handwriting that other fairies could recognize, they could be counted on one hand or less. Therefore, Zell had earned the title “Zell the Writing Prodigy” in the fairy land.
“I think this will be enough… although I’m a little worried about this situation.”
“I’ll let you know if I run into any human soldiers.”
“Yes!”
If it had been wartime, the two of them would have sensed the danger from the state of the fortress and returned to their homelands to inform them of the situation. But now they were not at war, and they had a purpose. With that in mind, they could not make it a priority to tell anyone that the fort was empty.
“So, let’s go.”
“Aye, Captain!”
Bash sheathed his sword on his back and walked into the storm. The rain, which had picked up speed due to the storm, pounded Bash’s body, but it was only raindrops, nothing more than a drizzle compared to the water magic he had been subjected to during the war. Still, the rain was enough to blur Bash’s vision.
“Hm!” When he felt a sensation of discomfort, it was too late. Was it caused by the rain, or was it caused when someone attacked the fortress? There was a large crack running across the stone bridge. And the crack widened with a crackling sound the moment Bash put his foot on it…