When the mutated Gaiterasi launched a brutal charge like cavalry.
Beyond the path of light illuminated by The Little Stars Shine, several figures in black robes and Crow Masks silently watched the young hunting team from the deep Night Veil at the edge of the hunting grounds—some held Clipboards and recorded the Gaiterasis' reactions, some used instruments to measure Magic Power fluctuations, while others held up Crystal Balls to capture every frame of the scene.
Everyone had something to do, except for one short figure.
"Why did we replenish the potion just now?" the shorter Crow Mask quietly asked the companion beside him. "I remember Potion No. 3 was effective for a full four hours."
"If you had carefully watched the seniors' work, you would have noticed that what we replenished just now was not Potion No. 3." His companion bit the tip of his Quill Pen, frowned as he looked into the distance and then at the contents of his clipboard, and answered impatiently.
"Huh? Is that so?" The short Crow Mask's voice was filled with surprise. At once, he pulled a tiny notebook and a Quill Pen from his robes and began recording furiously.
The other Crow Masks relaxed slightly and continued with their work.
"Just now..."
The short Crow Mask had barely spoken two words when the tall Crow Mask at their head interrupted him. "What we replenished just now was Potion No. 7. Its effect is to strengthen the body and Magic Power, at the cost of doubling the loss of life again... That means this group of Gaiterasi only has their final two hours left."
"Ah... oh." The short Crow Mask froze for a moment, then hurriedly recorded those words in his notebook and marked the potion number with his Quill Pen.
He closed the