Kapitel 111: 2.29.5 End of the Witch

Life is always full of unexpected moments. A fact that made my blood boil if that was physically possible for me.

Currently, whether it was fear of causing Maisel distraction or using the flame rope that bound me as a signifier for Maisel's health. The man who was called Faust had taken me under his wing. Dragging me to a position in the center of the city, after he sensed the location of the owner of the sigil.

Behind him, there was his small regiment of mages that only amounted to 12 in total, but with each of them outfitted with advanced armor, all of their mighty matched adept knights through physicality alone, while their defense was far higher than a normal Master Knight.

Which when added to the guns mounted on their shoulders as well as the spells they were capable of casting. It was a group of unstoppable tanks whose each step made the street of Durum Reverberate under their impact.