In the manor.
Two soldiers guarding the entrance to the underground sacrificial altar.
"Want to listen, listen to the voice of my master." One soldier murmured.
Hearing this, the other soldier beside him nodded.
"It's okay, next time we'll be able to go down and listen."
The entire manor became quiet, as if it were empty.
Only these two soldiers remained here.
A group of Night Watchers infiltrated like ghostly shadows.
They reached the rooms on either side of the passage, standing in the shadow of candlelight, watching the two cultists at the entrance.
[Take action.]
"Whoosh!"
The crossbow arrow shot out.
At a peculiar angle, it pierced through a soldier's throat.
Before he could react, a figure suddenly leapt out from an unknown place.
A fatal blow killed the soldier, supporting his corpse to prevent it from crashing onto the floor noisily.
The weapon loosened from his hand was caught by the Night Watcher with his leg.
The other soldier was dealt with more directly.
