‘It’s those guys who ambushed us.’

Although they looked identical to humans, their colors faded strangely into a dark tint; above all, their faces seemed to reflect no human emotion whatsoever.

‘Huh?’ Zich searched the face of the shadow human blocking his way. ‘I don’t recognize this face.’

Zich had memorized the faces of the victims of the kidnapping incidents even before the cases were officially recognized as connected. Yet, he had never seen the face of the shadow person in front of him. She was a woman with brown hair and a quite pretty face. Her small and delicate frame was the type to stir up people’s protective instincts. Of course, if he judged her to be weak just by her exterior appearance, his face would be reduced into a pulp like a fruit in a typhoon.

Whoosh!

The shadow human approached him. Zich swung Windur after instilling a bunch of mana into it.

Slam!

A sword jabbed at the shadow human’s arms, but even Windur’s sharp blades couldn’t pierce their skin.

‘This one isn’t an easy opponent.’

“Hans!”

“Yes, sir!” Hans answered while battling with another shadow human.

“Go into the lodging and save the two inside!”

Zich could easily feel that a battle...