Only then did the three female members of the Humanoid Race discover that their assassination targets had turned into two headless wooden figures.
"Oh no! We've been tricked! These two are just dummies. They escaped long ago. No wonder they had us dance for so long. We need to notify the lord immediately."
With that, the three women rushed out.
Before long, the entire Manor descended into chaos, countless figures moving through it.
Ten minutes later, the family's general manager appeared in the Manor again. Looking at his busy subordinates, he roared:
"You! Get over here! Have you found them?"
The subordinate he called carefully stepped forward and stammered:
"S-sorry, m-my lord. We've sent... sent everyone out, but we haven't... haven't found any trace of them yet!"
This answer clearly failed to satisfy the general manager. He slapped the subordinate, who immediately spat blood and fell to the ground.
"Useless! So many of you, and you couldn't even keep watch over two people! What use are you to me?"
As he spoke, the general manager viciously stomped on the subordinate on the ground several more times.
The general manager's confidant hurried forward to stop him.
"My lord, now isn't the time to dwell on this. Finding them is what matters most!"
Only after hearing his subordinate's advice did the general manager stop.
"Right, we'll find them first. The rest of you, keep searching here. Don't overlook even a single crack. You, you, you, and you, bring some men and come with me!"
After saying that, the general manager left the Manor with a group of men, while the others split up to continue searching.
Only a motionless figure remained on the ground, blood pooling everywhere and his breath fading. Clearly, he would not survive.
Meanwhile, when the Wood Clones were