“Did you notice anything?”
“… no.”
“Why are you hesitating to answer me? Are you lying to me?”
“No, I am not. There wasn't anything in the Flower garden.”
“Then what were you looking at before?”
“Nothing, I thought I saw something but it was just another one of the girls.”
Alvatrone eyed him intensively. Could the slave emblem’s effects be wearing off? It was definitely one of the strongest and unbreakable spells, so there was no way he could be overcoming it. He decided to shrug it off and they advanced towards the next village. On arrival, they could hear the loud blaring of horns from within the village, moments after the musical display, several men sprinted into view from within the village, armed to the teeth.
“It’s the village purger! We won't let you violate our village you insolent fools! Now leave before we make you!”
Alvatrone looked down at them, disappointing by how willing they were to waste their lives trying to fight them off.