Seeing that the Thirteenth Ring Warlock truly made no move, Daknis held his gun in his left hand and pressed it against the back of Little Dimock's head. His right hand, clad in a red glove, was poised to attack as he slowly backed into the grass.
He also knew that he absolutely could not involve more people.
Under these circumstances, Shade could not act no matter what. He considered the possible consequences of this matter while glancing sideways at the Thirteenth Ring Warlock from the Creation Church.
Noticing Shade looking at him, Mr. Pilot explained quietly:
"They're cultists from Coldwater Port. You should have heard about the Shadow over Coldwater Port incident that caused such a stir some time ago."
"Yes, Priest Augustus mentioned it to me. It seemed to be related to worshipping Mermaids."
Shade answered softly, watching as the somewhat broken Little Dimock was dragged into the rose bushes by Daknis. Since this was not the main venue of the garden banquet, the lighting was very dim. Combined with the flower trellises and the haze of fireworks smoke lingering here, the two of them had almost completely vanished from Shade's sight.
"Not Mermaids, Fishmen. It doesn't matter. Mr. Hamilton, stand here and don't move. I'll come back for you later."
With that, Mr. Pilot strode toward the rose bushes. Though he was powerfully built, he made almost no sound as he walked. In the thin mist, he vanished in the blink of an eye, and Shade did not even hear him part the flowers.
Would you really stay where you are and not move?
"What do you think?"
Shade took a small bottle from his pocket and dripped Weather Vane Bluegrass extract onto the tip of his tongue.
"Using thaumaturgy and spells leaves traces of elements. I