194 Welcome to the World of the Mad Moon

Victor shook the rainwater dripping from the tip of his machete and burst into a cackle.

They'd only come to catch one old wizard, and never dreamed a two-for-one special would be waiting here.

If the other mage had been a seasoned one, Victor would have had no choice but to run.

But the presence felt from the second floor was, no matter how you looked at it, that of a young girl. It meant she was likely some half-wit who couldn't even use proper magic, or an idiot who hadn't learned magic at all yet.

“Lucky for us.”

An unseasoned mage was usually nothing special. More often than not, pouring on firepower was enough to turn them into a beehive, and the rest of them would be the ones who got drunk on their own magic and self-destructed.

The point was, whether killing or taking alive, any seasoned mercenary could do it.

And Victor was a veteran mercenary who had made his living by the sword for more than twenty years. He could slice up a young mage not even half his age like filleting sashimi. If they could just deal with Eric somehow, knocking out one girl and hauling her away would be no trouble at all.

“Are we killing her, or taking her alive? I'll leave the judgment to you, Victor.”

The woman spoke. Victor curled up the corners of his mouth...