What a noble thing to do here? Rise almost exclaimed these words, then stopped. The two stared at each other for a moment as the same expression flashed across their faces.
Fighting with a noble was not part of their plan, but they did not have a definite plan other than to destroy everything related to Epsilon and the author's plot.
Rise nodded and held onto Kamille's hand. "Let's go."
Kamille grasped his hand, and their pace increased as though becoming with the wind. There were some unlucky individuals on their path, but they did not waste their time on them.
Aided by the wind, Rise's heavy hands easily took care of their pressure points every time they passed by. Before they could react, their bodies had already collapsed unconscious on the floor.
They could not afford to spend so much energy when a possible intense fight was ahead of them.
