"Aaaagh!"
As Mark's assassin was about to strike the beautiful Layla's neck, his expression suddenly changed as he opened his mouth and screamed in pain.
Everything was about to be decided, and it would be time for him to return to Ironcrest with his group. However, at the last moment, between the end of this situation and his escape, he felt a powerful headache, as if his nervous system had suddenly stopped working as it should.
The only thing he could feel was an acute headache, which immediately worsened as he fell to the ground without being able to sense his surroundings.
Seeing this unexpected situation, Layla frowned, watching the man fall for a moment, seeing the suffering in his features but no longer able to see his eyes.
Amid extreme agony, the man's eyes rolled back as foam formed in his mouth.
He was still exposing his painful situation by screaming in a very strange way as his body hit the ground. But on closer inspection, he was beginning to behave like an idiot, incapable of reason or speech, grunting incomprehensible things.
Layla looked around for the person responsible for all this and soon found him standing in the doorway of the room.
When she saw who this person was, she sighed in relief. "Hah... If you had taken one more second, I would have died, Mister Amnesia."
Casey looked at Layla and stopped using his ability, causing the third eye on his face to close and the threatening feeling emanating from him slowly fading.
He lived not far from the inn where Layla and Jasmine were staying. After the soldiers of the Mazzanti family had asked for his help to protect the two women, he had come here as fast as he could.
But the time it had taken him to reach this place had been longer than the enemy needed!
He had narrowly missed the two women of interest to Vicente's group!
"Where's Jasmine?" He asked when he couldn't find the pink-haired woman anywhere.
Layla stayed where she was and said. "They took her. You should go after them. They're probably leaving town right now."
"Shit!" Casey turned and left, knowing Jasmine's background and the problems the group he was now a part of could have if a third party took the woman.
Left alone, Layla sighed as she summoned a healing potion from her spatial ring.
'I hope he can do something... Otherwise, we're all in trouble!' She remembered Jasmine's father, who had sent her from the kingdom's capital to accompany his daughter to Scott Province.
Unfortunately, she was badly injured, and even with her recovery potion, it would take her dozens of minutes to go after the enemies.
Considering the enemies' power, they would be out of Millfall by the time she was ready to go after them!
Once they left the city, it would be tough for anyone to track them well enough to prevent them from reaching their destination.
Layla felt terrible and worried about her friend and what would happen to her.
"Sigh... Luckily, the bloody Mark is dead." She crawled to the side of the two bodies to collect their belongings.
Once she had done that, she would collect their bodies and leave the inn room to eliminate them.
As much as self-defense was allowed in the kingdom, she would be in a lot of trouble if she had to explain to anyone what had just happened.
That was especially true considering that someone from the same organization as her had fallen into that place. How could she leave evidence that would force her to explain to the local temple something that could reach Jasmine's father?
It would be foolish of her to act otherwise, so Layla would leave Millfall as soon as she was well enough to do so and head to the outskirts of town to dispose of the bodies.
As for Jasmine's kidnapping, she would try to look for enemy tracks along the way but would find nothing.
...
While Layla dealt with her problems and Casey searched for enemy tracks, the situation around the Mazzanti estate had reached a turning point.
After several minutes of fighting, the outskirts of the Mazzanti mansion looked very different than it had earlier when a siege was in place to demand the 3rd-stage herb.
Now, the number of people around was much smaller, and even the bravest observers kept a certain distance, between 3 and 4 blocks away from the location.
At the same time, several bodies of Acolytes lay near the building, most of them with punctures in their bodies, but some with cuts and strange deformities on them.
The facade of the Mazzanti family building now showed not only signs of destruction, with cracks and broken walls here and there. Blood and dirt also stained the walls, glass windows were shattered, and several of the family's men lay dead here and there.
No one else was firing bullets in the area, as the ammunition in this house had run out a minute ago when the situation had finally reached its current point.
At the moment, only Rory, Bart, Liam's master, Benson, and the two enemy Mages were fighting on the outskirts of the estate.
Meanwhile, the few surviving Acolytes, 3 soldiers, and 2 guards from the Symons family had invaded the Mazzanti estate in search of what their group wanted.
Pow!
Suddenly, Rory was hit by an earthen hand and thrown against one of the walls of his estate, extremely sweaty and with several traces of his own blood on his clothes.
"Aaaagh!"
He screamed in pain as he felt his body being thrown backward, already practically exhausted, unable to continue.
Meanwhile, Bart was severely injured, with many broken bones and purple marks all over his body.
He was still fighting these two enemies, mixing his moves with Liam's master and Benson to entertain them.
Meanwhile, Benson was also reaching his limit. He was very tired and wounded after challenging Viscount Symons at the beginning of this fight. The situation of Liam's master was not so different.
However, as close as the Mazzanti party was to their limit, the situation for Viscount Symons and Commander Hogan was not as promising.
Both were close to exhaustion, having suffered greatly from their enemies' powers and the mana they had expended.
For the moment, they could no longer enter the Mazzanti estate, as they were in a situation where they could only wait for the return of their men, who had taken advantage of the situation to enter the place a few moments ago.
The Viscount was the less exhausted and wounded of the two, but his situation was on the brink.
Seeing Rory fall again, the Viscount sensed that the young man would not get up and shouted. "Surrender, Mazzanti family deputy. I'm willing to leave if you give up the herb!"
