The Cult

"Master, there's a thick fog ahead of us... Even with our lamp, we would have trouble passing through this..."

Ruthren from the outside noticed the problem. The moonlight wouldn't be able to help them inside the fog.

"Just run straight ahead... It doesn't matter."

"Yes, Master..."

Reiji then asked the four ladies to do something about the fog.

"Leave it to us..." The four didn't hesitate as they all brought forth their magic item... A ring that they have with them before he made them as his Sword Slaves.

  For some reason, he could feel that these four ladies were quite reliable in this situation...

Nevertheless, he saw the four ladies holding each other's hands before casting an Arcane Magic...

"Wind Ripple!"

Their carriage suddenly pulsated with wind pressure and cleared away the fog blocking them...

"Impressive... It feels like you have that skill specifically for this time..."