Ghislain, who had been staring blankly for a long time, finally spoke with a perplexed expression.
"How did Alfoy manage to catch so many?"
It wasnât just anyone else but Alfoy, who had achieved an overwhelming feat. Even more than Ghislain himself, a master of pursuit.
"âA slave understands a slaveâs heart, and only a fugitive knows a fugitiveâs thoughts."n/oÌ/vel/b//in dot c//om
"...."
Come to think of it, Ghislain had never been a slave or lived on the run out of fear. Not in this life or even his past one. The closest heâd come was a strategic retreat during a disadvantageous situation.
Even in those cases, Ghislainâs focus had always been on figuring out how to kill his pursuers rather than simply escaping. He had never set a pure and straightforward goal like âescape,â as Alfoy and his friends seemed to have done.
"âThen he sent word everywhere, telling people to come to their location under the banner of joining forces to resist."
"...And people believed that and came?"
"âAlfoy and Vanessa even gave speeches in the public square, demonstrating some magic. The rumors spread like wildfire, and people believed it was genuine."
"Couldnât they tell it was a lie?"
"âVanessa only did it because Alfoy told her to, but Alfoy... he was serious about it. Ah, crap!"
"What? Whatâs happening now?"
Dark suddenly began narrating the current situation in a hurried tone.
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