The convoy from South Los had long since departed. Only the patch of wild grass sheared flat beside the road and the great swath of blood seemed to still recount how a "Medium" had just cut a hundred people in half with a single stroke.
A figure crept out of the wild grass to one side.
Even with a cloth covering his face, the horror in his exposed eyes was unmistakable.
As someone from the mystical side who coveted Hilt Tower's legacy, he had been following these scouts all along-deep down, he had intended to reap the rewards once both sides had exhausted themselves.
This man from the mystical side could tell that these scouts would never behave themselves.
And indeed, they hadn't.
Except...
Arthur had appeared out of nowhere.
Although he had been far away earlier, the man from the mystical side had still seen the terrifying power of that sword stroke perfectly clearly. Now that he actually stood on the patch of grass it had sheared flat, he felt it all the more keenly.
Death’s Song: Flower Heaven, Wild Bones, Sever...
What terrifying swordsmanship!
Looking at the bloodstained soil and imagining himself in those scouts' place, the man from the mystical side began to sweat.
There was no dodging it!
No dodging it at all!
One stroke, and death was certain!
Facing Arthur Credos head-on was absolutely out of the question!
Even if I had to face him, I couldn't let that Medium draw his sword!
These thoughts surfaced in the man's mind.
At the same time, the remaining Peeping Ones had the very same thoughts.
Just like this man from the mystical side, they imagined themselves in the scouts' place and quickly reached the same conclusion.
Every Peeping One shook their head with a sigh.
Every Peeping