Fors's stammering voice made Lorry's expression darken as well.
He strode to the window, his black eyes growing grave.
An Apprentice's eyesight was inferior to a Marauder's. There were far more than thirty puppets closing in outside; even a cursory glance showed more than twice that number!
Lorry could not help saying indignantly, "Where did he get so many people in his manor?"
It was not that he lacked composure. There were simply too many enemies, and all of them were controlled puppets that felt no fear and would not die.
He believed that a Sequence 9 of any other pathway would not fare much better here. Even Klein would be at a loss in this situation.
Provided, of course, that he relied only on his own abilities.
"Mr. Falk-no, Falk-is very wealthy and very particular. Like many nobles, he keeps a large number of servants with different duties.
"Ahem, what... what do we do next?"
After explaining, Fors gave a dry laugh and raised her pale blue eyes, gazing imploringly at Lorry, who stood half a head taller than her.
Lorry gathered his thoughts and exhaled softly. "We stick to the original plan."
After his initial panic, he swiftly regained his composure.
"Although there are even more puppets than before, we also have more room to maneuver. In that sense, it isn't necessarily a bad thing.
"We can find a way to scatter the puppets, then go straight for Falk.
"What do you think?"
"Mm-hmm." Fors nodded repeatedly. She thought Lorry was right.
Has this slacker decided that since someone else is coming up with a plan, she can't be bothered to think? The corners of Lorry's mouth twitched as the thought occurred to him.
You win. Grumbling inwardly, he suppressed his speechlessness and glanced outside.
In the shadowy