Without a moment's rest, they evaded the patrolling soldiers and infiltrated Count Trolsa's living quarters in the camp. Suddenly, Leon halted in the second-floor corridor.
He raised a hand to stop Kovis, who was following behind.
In front of them, two Orland guards stood at attention in the corridor.
But Leon frowned, noticing with suspicion that those two warriors remained motionless like statues, their breathing beneath their helmets slow and elongated.
Relying on the shadows cast by his spell, he cautiously approached the two men and prodded them.
Sure enough, there was no reaction.
He lifted the visor of a guard's helmet, and it appeared that these two warriors were put into a comatose state by some unknown means, standing there rigidly.
"...Someone's been here before us," Kovis whispered gravely beside Leon.
Leon couldn't help but wonder, who else could be after the Earl's relics on this night besides himself?
