"Where is my lord? Where did he go?" A Goblin retainer stared around in confusion. Charulu had vanished right before his eyes, like a dandelion scattered by the wind. His shallow understanding could not comprehend what had happened, so he could only instinctively assume he had seen wrong.
He looked around frantically, at the passersby in the bar, but everyone reacted just like he did. They wore stunned expressions and shook their heads repeatedly, indicating that they knew nothing.
"It was her—she—she made him disappear—" Another Goblin pointed at Ivette in the distance and said in terror, "I saw it! She pointed at my lord, and Lord Charulu disappeared!"
Everyone immediately looked toward the Demon Race girl sitting by the bar. Since she was already the "female lead" of this incident, plenty of people had seen her gesture. No one had taken that harmless little point seriously before, but after the Goblin Nest Lord vanished, the situation suddenly became bizarre.
Was that magic? But what kind of magic could turn someone into a puff of smoke and make them disappear so suddenly? And he had been Mudmouth Town's Nest Lord. By Western Continent standards, he was a Second Tier Demon race, equivalent to an Intermediate Mage with 2,000 standard mana units on the Eastern Continent!
"W-Witch!"
No one knew who shouted the word first, but the Goblins blocking the entrance immediately screamed in terror and shoved each other as they crashed out the door. The other patrons in the tavern seemed to wake from a dream, scrambling and crawling away from the bar.
Tables and chairs were knocked over, clay cups shattered, and thick Slime Ale spilled across the floor. In the chaotic tavern, the monsters cowered in every corner. Only the purple-haired Demon Race girl, her hair flowing like