Magic Knights Mobilize

"Wizards!" Fours' eyes widened.

"Tap, tap, tap!"

Footsteps sounded as the two grooms who had been driving the carriage stepped forward. The groom on the left had brown eyes, while the one on the right had gray eyes. Great currents of air surged around their bodies—they were clearly two Wizards.

After stepping out, neither Wizard looked particularly pleased. The Brown-Eyed Wizard on the left looked at Fours, his voice filled with anger. "You really had to stick your nose in, didn't you!

If you hadn't gone looking for trouble, there wouldn't have been any casualties. You'd make money, I'd make money, and everyone would benefit. But you just had to take this so seriously. Fine, then everyone gets screwed! If I can't make this deal, you don't get to live either. Go to hell with your companions!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Brown-Eyed Wizard raised a hand. A large mass of air gathered in his palm and compressed.

Then the Brown-Eyed Wizard flicked his hand, sending the compressed air whistling toward Fours like a stone projectile.

Bang! Crash!

The compressed air exploded against the ground, blasting out a crater over ten centimeters deep. But it did not kill Fours—at the last moment, Fours rolled away in a narrow escape. Only his wrist was struck by flying stones, leaving him with a minor injury.

"Eh?"

The Brown-Eyed Wizard let out a slightly surprised sound. He had not expected Fours to be so quick-witted, and he waved his hand to prepare a second attack.

Fours was no fool. He quickly shook the blood from his wrist, sprang to his feet with a swish, and fled into the distance, scrambling and rolling without any concern for appearances. As he ran, he warned his companions, "Enemy attack! Wizards attacking! Close the city