"..."
Seeing the house collapse, the magic archer Abayan didn't bother looking any further.
Because anyone—even someone as powerful as one of their apostles—would be hard-pressed to withstand his armor-piercing arrows. Take the Fire Dragon Berudo, who had once been hailed as having the strongest defenses: even his crystal shell couldn't stop one. So there was no way the ridiculous bald man who'd just dared to punch one of Abayan's arrows barehanded had survived.
Of course, the idiot Berudo had been killed by the Black Swordsman. That was all in the past now.
Their master, the "Hawk of Light," Griffith, had originally planned to retrieve Berudo's body and try to resurrect him. But the hostage exchange had failed, so the matter had been dropped. Only then had they moved on to their current raid.
Still, thinking of Berudo made Abayan realize that after he finished his mission, he could send someone to capture a prisoner and ask if they could find the poor fellow's body and bring it back. If they could, perhaps he could earn another merit and make Lord Griffith remember how useful Abayan was?
"Looks like..."
"I need to pick up the pace!"
Seeing that his War Demon Apostle subordinates were still fighting the stubborn human soldiers in the one or two streets closest to the walls, and had yet to advance despite all this time, Abayan couldn't help growing irritated. He prepared to draw his bow again and snipe the foolish human officers of every rank who had overestimated themselves.
"!!"
"W-what?!"
But before Abayan could put his plan into action, he suddenly sensed something. He hurriedly whipped around, his face aghast as he stared at the civilian house he had just blown apart with an arrow.
"This!"
"This is impossible!!"
His already horrified face grew