Ah, disguised as a lich, floated away, leaving Annan alone in the sea of fire.
Undead creatures really were a little dim. They did not even know to put out a fire.
Oh, Annan certainly was not talking about Mr. Skeleton King.
Annan walked out of the flames, amid the crackle of fire and the crash of collapsing beams, and stepped onto the street.
The Black Reef Tavern burned fiercely, yet the entire street lay silent in the dead of night. Not a single figure ran past shouting for help.
The attackers, meanwhile, stood rigidly in the street.
As soon as Aga came out, he released a wide-ranging aura of weakness. Faced with his overwhelming strength, the attackers had no chance to resist or kill themselves. They were all frozen where they stood.
"Kilian? What are you doing here?"
At the sight of Kilian, Annan looked surprised, as though he had never expected it to be him.
"How I wish you'd tell me you were only passing by..."
Annan's superb acting filled Kilian with guilt. Unable to meet his eyes, Kilian said, "I'm sorry. You're too exceptional. I was jealous..."
"Raise your head. Look at me."
Annan held his gaze for several seconds. "You weren't the one behind this, were you?"
Kilian said nothing.
"Let me think. The only person who can give you orders is the Grand Lord..."
"No—"
"...and Elvis Raymond."
Kilian was silent for a moment, but he still shook his head. "Neither of them. I was jealous of you, so I planned this attack. It's a shame..."
With pain in his voice, he murmured, "You're still alive."
"You're still lying, even now?"
Annan spoke in a pained voice. As his words fell, a jumble of footsteps sounded from farther down the street.
The guards had arrived