190 Twilight Hour

Rattle.

A man in a suit drilled through the door’s lock. They yanked the door open and rushed into the empty room without meeting any resistance. Anna, with five spears floating around her, tilted her head as she stared into the dust-choked room.

“This damn one too? Another bust.”

They were already on their second room, but both had been busts. They hadn’t found anything related to magic. Only ownerless dust and insects were rolling uselessly across the floor.

But thankfully, there was only one room left. Louise’s ability had never once given them reason to doubt it, so that last room was probably the mage’s quarters.

“Heh.”

Anna grinned, slipped a hand into her pocket, and walked out of the room. Then she looked at the others who had come with her and pointed at Room 1303’s tightly shut door.

“Drill it open.”

At her command, the man with the drill nodded. He immediately turned it on and brought the tip to the lock. The instant it started spinning, a chain shooting out from under the door pierced straight through his heart.

Crunch...