Ye Chuqi stopped short. "Oh." She lowered her fist, thoroughly disappointed. She had already sent him flying; she could hardly fish him out and hit him again. Judging by what was happening on Herman's side, there would be no more fighting. But given his habit of never letting things go until he got his way, this was far from over.
"Tell me how the fight started," Ye Chuqi said to Cyril. "And how you lost."
Cyril: "..." As the victim, he felt deeply wronged.
Ferrandi finished his potion, pulled his younger brother Fermowen aside, and sat down too. "Who knows how it started? They saw Cyril as an easy target. Take out anyone on our team, and we can't finish the task."
"Then why were only you here?" One support and two ranged mages, badly outnumbered—it was no wonder they had been overwhelmed. "Where was everyone else?"
"Akes got a message and went to the Town Office. We came to check the beach." In truth, Akes had been worried about Ye Chuqi and sent them to check on her. "By the time we arrived, Cyril had already been beaten up."
Cyril: "..." Apparently, he would be hearing about this for a long time. "They lured Kagel and Kailan away." At first, he had thought it was a coincidence. Once those people surrounded him, he knew the child who claimed to have a lead must have been arranged by Herman.
"Tsk, tsk." Ye Chuqi shook her head. "Those two actually ran off and left you behind."
Cyril sighed helplessly. "Shouldn't you be worried about their safety?"
"Herman and his people are all here, so there's nothing to worry about. We're just students—Imperial Capital Academy students, at that. No one would be stupid enough to single you out." She did not know