"Who? Who is it?!"
The remaining Judges instantly showed signs of alarm as they watched their comrade fall dead in an instant.
They gripped their longswords tightly, their alertness heightened twelvefold, and casts sinister glances in the direction from which the crossbow bolts had come.
Out of the darkness, a petite figure stood at the entrance of the courtyard.
Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the dark.
The Judges could see her clearly.
She was a young girl who appeared to be thirteen or fourteen years old.
She wore a white dress, her features delicate and charming, but her little face was expressionless at the moment.
In her hand was a hand crossbow that had just fired the bolt, her crimson gaze coldly fixating on the Judges at the door.
The expressions of the Judges immediately became grave.
A young girl walking in the abandoned city area during this special time of the night couldn't possibly be an ordinary child.