"Proof..."
Ulysses looked up at the firelight in the night sky.
The scorching waves left no room in his heart for even the slightest thought of resistance.
Any further questioning seemed laughable.
He recalled what had just happened—
He had been riding a Griffin in low circles, observing this house, the most suspicious one of all.
Suddenly, a loud thud came from behind him, followed by a startled, piercing cry from a Griffin.
He turned back warily, only to find that a petite figure had appeared out of nowhere at some point, standing atop the head of one of the mounted guards' Griffins.
Just as he had led his men in surrounding this house and was preparing to conduct a search, an unknown person like this had suddenly appeared.
As the captain, he naturally had to step forward, identify himself, and ask where she had come from.
And yet—
He had merely explained what had happened on this street. He had not even shown the slightest suspicion.
She pointed at the sky with one hand.
Before Ulysses could react, scorching firelight swept across his face.
When he came back to his senses, he saw Griffins plummeting one after another, along with a blazing sun now suspended in midair.
Though Ulysses was not a spellcaster, his years of experience were enough for him to judge that this was definitely a spell of at least the sixth circle.
That was also enough to prove that the being hovering in midair before him was absolutely not one of the two people who had caused last night's chaos.
After all, if that Undead Mage or Druid possessed such overwhelming destructive power, there would have been no need to play hide-and-seek with him in the streets and alleys.
But... that only proved she was not