The man in red took out an oddly-shaped golden casket from behind and swiftly placed the Ice Scroll inside before retreating hastily toward the back.
"Fisher, don't worry about us! That scroll is strange; it must not be allowed to leave freely!"
"Damn their fathers, do they also want to play the Siren's tricks on us?"
Though Pahetz was portly, her movements weren't slow. She spotted the fleeing Lion-man Species and the man in red, swung her musket, and fired a shot at them, but missed.
Having assessed the situation behind him, Fisher silently turned his head, whispering to Emhardt on his shoulder,
"Shrink back."
"...Okay."
As Emhardt shrank in an instant, Fisher had already raised his Fluid Sword, aiming at Philis, the Lion-man who was retreating in the distance.
"Hum..."
