The explosion echoed, and Ranken darted away like an arrow. He exchanged a glance with Viretta, who was patting Dillon's back, and then disappeared into another alley.

"What the hell, what’s going on?!"

Dillon, running through the street, looked back.@@novelbin@@

Monaine's mercenaries, startled by the repeated explosions, had lost track of Viretta and her team.

It wasn't that they were distracted enough to miss people with no combat experience; it was the opposite.

They were originally tasked with maintaining security in the mining region.

The mercenaries, who witnessed the unexpected explosion, quickly prepared to fight back. Viretta, however, had fallen behind in the chaos of the explosions.

"Captain! The fiancée has escaped!"

"Chase them! That girl blew the horn!"

"Yan! Pierre! Go after Viretta! Celti, back to the inn! Prepare for the dragon's flight!"

Seizing the opportunity, Monaine took a hit from Iola and lost track of him as well. His expression was heated as he issued commands.

Though frustrated from losing his son and Viretta right before his eyes, he remained focused on his duties.

"Viretta, is that you?!"

Dillon shook Viretta with a panicked expression.

As soon as Viretta blew the horn, a strange explosion occurred. No matter how she looked at it, it seemed like something Viretta had done.

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