"Who?"
"There's an assassin!"
Old Harry rushed out of his room in a panic, only to see Hibell's residence already a pile of rubble.
The acid, mixed with deadly poison, converged into surging torrents, raging through the courtyard like an out-of-control tornado.
Wherever it passed, houses collapsed and plants were pulverized.
A figure seemed to be enveloped within it, its flesh rapidly dissolving under the acid's corrosion.
When it hit the ground, only a pile of bones, riddled with holes, remained.
"Miss!"
Old Harry leaped up, treading on several raised patches of ground to avoid the acid, and landed in front of Hibell.
"Senior Sister."
Carl moved even faster.
He appeared beside Hibell just as the acid landed, reaching out to support her. His expression changed instantly.
"How are you?"
Something was wrong with Hibell!
Because he had discovered the assassin in time, the commotion he made had also awakened Hibell, allowing her to successfully counter-kill the assassin.
