"Thief!"
As Ywen's voice fell, Gildarts, Makarov, and the others turned their eyes toward the brat Ywen had grabbed.
"Damn it, no choice now!"
The thief knew he had been exposed, so he stopped hiding it. He pulled a capsule from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.
In an instant, the thief's world changed. It was as though time had stopped in his eyes...
"As long as I have this potion developed by the Magic Development Department, which lets me use one second as thirty seconds, I'll never get caught! Looks like becoming a thief was the right choice after all!"
The thief smiled confidently, then prepared to break free from Ywen's small hand gripping his wrist.
He yanked backward with all his strength, but Ywen did not budge in the slightest. His hand remained firmly clamped around the thief's arm.
"Huh?!"
The thief froze for a moment, thinking he had not used enough strength. He then began struggling desperately, yet no matter how hard he pulled, he could not break free from Ywen's grasp...
"What? How can this be?"
After realizing that there was no way he could escape Ywen's grip, the thief's mouth fell open in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Damn it, doesn't that mean I'm definitely going to get caught?"
"Or else?!"
The thief stared at Ywen's wrist, hardened his heart, and pulled out a dagger from his clothes. He aimed it at Ywen's wrist, about to chop down—but just as he was about to sever Ywen's wrist, he let go of the dagger.
"Forget it..."
"I'm only a thief. If I keep going, it'll go against my professional code."
A trace of relief flashed through the thief's eyes, as though he had given up resisting.
"Consider yourself lucky. At the very end,