It's over! Everything's over!
I knew I couldn't be this lucky! Sure enough, there really are no free lunches!
Augustus Kanter was utterly dejected.
His hands were held before him, bound by two illusory triangular shackles. His Path Power had been sealed as a result.
In fact, Augustus himself had never resisted arrest with force from beginning to end.
Or rather, the moment the cargo ship had reached the harbor and more than a dozen fully armed inspectors riding griffins had suddenly charged over, his mind had already crashed.
And just then, when Augustus saw the people on the ship with whom he had been chatting and laughing suddenly enter combat mode as if they had long since prepared for this... he was completely dumbfounded.
The barrier was raised in an instant. One large-scale ritual after another, mixed with ritual spells, altered the atmosphere around them.
Demons were summoned behind him one after another, spells of ice and flame interweaving. Some people slipped into the shadows at once, while others drew longbows. The bard who had been drinking and singing with him earlier even pulled out two drums and began playing a battle song.
Augustus even saw them haul out cannon after cannon—
Good heavens, how did they even have these things?! At that moment, he suddenly understood his current role:
This isn't a smuggling ship, is it?
The people on the ship tried to charge outside, as if they could melt into the crowd as soon as they got off. But the law enforcers riding griffins had seen through their intentions and firmly blocked them on the ship.
Augustus stood right at the center of the battlefield, frozen like a puppet. The others acted as if they had not seen him at all, fighting one another without hesitation and