After leaving the association building, Vicente ran towards the headquarters of The Ruby Devils, acting a little nervous.
Without knowing it, he let his guard down while someone watched him from a distance.
'What is he doing?' A man dressed all in black wondered as he stalked Vicente out of the shadows.
As he followed the black-haired young man, this person gradually began to understand where he was going.
'The headquarters of The Ruby Devils are in that direction... I'm curious if he's discovered something.' This man with wrinkles on his face thought to himself as he felt his heart racing. 'If that's the case, I'd better act now while I still have the chance! If the Miss finds out what I have in mind, she might turn against me. On the other hand, if I don't solve this problem, it might upset the Miss.'
That was obviously one of Miss Death's teammates who had found the time to come to Vicente after getting all the information The Ruby Devils could get about this young man.
The Ruby Devils were very reliable when it came to investigating people. After the old man's request, it took only a few hours for a dossier containing information on Vicente, Nina, and Lauren to reach this High-level Mage.
Now, he had confirmation of his concerns and a history of Vicente Fuller's meteoric growth.
Thinking about how Lauren's younger brother had become a Mage without any support, this man was sure that Vicente was powerful and wanted revenge.
It was better for him to kill Vicente right now while he had the choice!
Then he moved, using his mana on his Magic Gem as black chains emerged from his hands, gradually revealing an anchor.
As soon as his three pentagrams appeared around him, he fired his special weapon and sent it flying towards Vicente's back.
Die!
Vicente ran, afraid that something worse might happen to his master. But as he was attacked from behind, it didn't take him long to realize that someone was following him and trying to kill him.
As he subtly turned his face back, he saw a strange weapon flying towards his heart.
'An enemy?' He saw a person dressed in all black, who was clearly a Dark Path magician, following him about 20 meters behind his position.
"Tsk! Only a High-level Mage? I don't know who sent you, but I will find out." Vicente muttered as he moved his mana through his body while making a hand seal.
Just as the black anchor was about to hit him, a wall of earth with metal plates inside appeared from the ground, blocking the passage of the weapon.
The anchor hit the wall, causing cracks to appear in it, but without breaking it.
"What?" The old man exclaimed when he saw this, not expecting Vicente to actually be at the same level as him.
But when he opened his mouth, he felt several sharp stakes penetrating his body in different places.
"Aagh!" He opened his mouth to scream, but as a green pentagram appeared around Vicente, his mouth suddenly closed as he seemed to unconsciously swallow his scream of pain.
"What the fuck? What's going on here?" Asked the unprepared man, barely able to move his fingers due to Vicente's grip.
Vicente rushed in front of the old man, smiling as he brought one of his hands close to his opponent's neck.
'He couldn't have sensed my elemental affinity for darkness. According to Torne, only beings stronger than me from the Dark Path should have this ability. Thirty-Three was able to sense it back then because our levels were so different. But this man is at the same level as me.'
Vicente was worried about hiding his elemental affinity for darkness. He thought that maybe this attack had something to do with it, but when he remembered one of the conversations he had with Torne after the auction, he felt that this possibility couldn't be behind this attack.
'So what is it?' He asked himself as he squeezed the man's neck. His green pentagram rotated his body, his mental power penetrating the old man's body.
'Shit! He's going to interrogate me!' The old man was from an organization that was very clear about what its members should do in a situation like this.
They should never reveal any information about their organization or origin, let alone things about their comrades!
Feeling that he would lose all control over his body in the next few seconds, the old man used his tongue to move a small mechanism in a false tooth.
Vicente saw the old man's mouth begin to foam a moment later.
"Fuck! Is he trying to kill himself?" Vicente exclaimed as he realized a tactic that also existed on Earth.
Unfortunately, he was only a blacksmith. Not knowing anything about alchemy or medicine, Vicente watched his enemy die in front of him with information that could be crucial for him.
He shook with rage at losing his opponent like that after ignoring the possibility of suicide.
"Fuck!" He cursed one last time before looking in the direction he was going and sighing.
He quickly loosened the sharp metal stakes sticking out of the ground until they penetrated the convulsing standing body, causing the old man's body to fall to the ground.
In a hurry and sensing that witnesses would arrive at the scene, Vicente simply collected his enemy's belongings before leaving the body behind.
Why leave the body if it could get him into trouble? Because he wasn't sure if today's action was the work of one person or a group.
By leaving the body behind, Vicente was alerting the entire city that Dark Path magicians were active in the city, which could put pressure on any of his potential enemies to be more careful in their actions. Besides, he had only been defending himself, so he wouldn't have any problems with the authorities even if someone found out what had happened.
He returned to where Benson had arrived earlier to interrogate the leaders of the largest underworld faction in the province.
Arriving in front of the main building of The Ruby Devils, Vicente made his way inside, speaking loudly to get the attention of the men around Benson.
"Master! I'm here! Don't worry, I'll help you!"
Meanwhile, inside the same building where Ronan had died, Benson was currently on his knees, surrounded by several members of The Ruby Devils, while someone with a huge sword stood next to him, smiling.
If Vicente had been two minutes late, he would not have been able to save his master!
