Raelis moved quietly across the rooftops. The city was dim below, with only a few scattered lights still on. After a while, he reached a large three-story manor.
There were several carriages parked out front. A few people walked around, mostly servants doing their tasks, and a couple of guests talking near the entrance.
But in the face of Raelis's stealth, they were just props.
He slipped down beside the fence, then disappeared into the shadows, moving along them until he reached the manor itself.
Rather than heading for the front door, he climbed up to the roof and made his way to the northern side.
As he reached the edge of the northern rooftop and prepared to drop down, a wave of mana surged up from below. His instincts screamed at him to move back, so he did.
Shortly after, the strange sensation faded.
Inspection magic? Raelis mused. It could also be alarm magic. How convenient.
Though trivial, he had never practiced avoiding such spells, making it a bit troublesome.
