We had to seize this opportunity!
"Die, you arrogant pretty boy!"
As he shouted, Baron crushed the secret weapon hidden in his palm, already soaked with sweat.
[Amulet of Silence]: Wondrous Item, common, a crude amulet that stores a single [Silence]. It is destroyed after one use.
A ring of transparent, eerily silent energy, almost impossible to see, instantly spread outward. The clamor of battle within several meters, the wind atop the hill, even Baron's own roar—all vanished completely, as if erased by some mysterious force.
The world fell into a silence so profound it made the ears ring.
[Silence]: 2nd-level illusion. For the spell's duration, no sound can be produced within a six-meter-radius sphere, and sounds from outside cannot pass into it. Spells with verbal components cannot be cast within the area.
No sound? Let's see you chant your spells now! Baron laughed to himself.
He knew Wizards all too well. If they couldn't speak their incantations, they were nothing but lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
This was a treasure he'd paid a fortune for on the black market, specifically to use against spellcasters.
But how many spellcasters were there in the countryside?
So he'd never had a chance to use the thing. He'd kept it all this time—
All he had to do now was charge in before [Silence] wore off, seize the Wizard before he could escape, then use his life to threaten the army below...
Unfortunately, the scene Baron had imagined never came to pass.
The spellcaster remained seated in his armchair, legs crossed exactly as before, as if Baron had merely put on a clumsy silent play.
And he wasn't the only one. The two maids beside him were just as eerily composed.
The gray-haired maid even reached out elegantly to