บท 68: 68 — Under The Rain (2)

"Miss?"

"Yes, I am," she replied simply, snapping out of her deep thoughts as she noticed the man's hand moving before her face. She couldn't confirm herself as a half-breed but she could mislead him into believing so. That way, he wouldn't be able to accuse her of lying in the future.

The man clapped his hands thrice, and the rest of his men appeared in front of Cynthia. She tried to remain calm, but the overwhelming mana radiating from those muscular and tall men was nearly unbearable. She had never been exposed to this much mana in the past.

"Is it this lady?" one of them asked, running his finger along his sharp knife, a few drops of blood dripping from his skin.

"Should we kill her now?" Another asked, ready to strike his knife her way at any moment.

"Stop it!" The man beside Cynthia, their leader, shrieked.

"But…"

"She is one of us. We should escort her home safely, you fools!"