"Me or you?"
Kael questioned as he glanced at Lavinia.
"How many?"
Lavinia questioned back.
"Eleven. Normal thugs, third rate."
"There is no need then."
Lavinia shrugged.
Their brief exchange only confused the followers, not that the two of them cared. Kael simply led them to an empty alleyway and just when the followers thought it was a good time to pounce on them and loot the loaded party—
"Do not force me to root you out."
Lavinia stepped forward as suddenly, seven Magic Circles formed around her hand.
"!!!"
At that sight, the followers widened their eyes in horror.
A Seventh Circle Mage!!
The strongest of them was only a Fourth Stage Warrior, there was no way they could actually take down a Mage capable of shredding them into pieces with a mere flick of her finger.
"Come out on your own."
Lavinia ordered.
The followers glanced at each other and walked out, their bodies trembling in fear.
"P-Ple—"
One tried to beg for mercy but,
