The atmosphere was extremely unusual. Although Mikoni hadn't done anything, Yuna still sensed something amiss.

This couldn't be...

Based on the magical aura emitted, this person was definitely Mikoni, and Yuna couldn't be mistaken.

But why, why was Mikoni here, just standing.

This must be part of one of her plans.

To change something, to create the future she desired, she must be up to something.

Yuna's resolve wouldn't waver. She was clear on how deeply she loved Cyclone at the moment.

Regardless of Mikoni's intentions, Yuna would follow the words of Cyclone and do only what she was obedient to.

So...

"You..."

Sneaking up behind Mikoni, half of the sickle was already hanging over her neck.

At that moment, as Yuna glanced from the side, she saw a smile on Mikoni's face beneath those purple eyes.

Something has changed already?!

No movement, no fighting, no conversation.

A silent trap, Yuna finally realized the current situation.

A large amount of magical sources emerged, pouring in from all sides at once.

This seemed like an encirclement aimed at Yuna, as if in Kakarl, witches were about to repeat the fate of Allen City.

But in less than a second, Yuna understood this was not an encroachment on herself.

Because Yuna had long concealed her own magical abilities and had not revealed her appearance to the outside world.

Moreover, unlike Allen City, Kakarl was not ruled by the highest authority figure here, as the Water Priestess, known for being a famous peace advocate, wouldn't target demons just for being demons.

Then... what were these magical sources for?

All magical sources surged towards one direction.

In that instant, Yuna finally grasped the truth.

The target wasn't herself but Cyclone over there.

Turning back, Mikoni under the sickle had already disappeared.

Mikoni's calculation succeeded, and Yuna had no chance to resist at all.

Luring Yuna over was just to divert attention away from Cyclone.

Mikoni appeared in this position based on still being within Yuna's maximum sensing range.

With a hiss, Yuna tightened her grip on the sickle in her hand, but before she could even regret it, she stripped off her white jumpsuit.

In the cold weather, Yuna cast a spell over her naked body.

In an instant, a layer of black outerwear enveloped her, turning into Yuna's most frequently used combat nightwear.

At the same time, Yuna produced a mask.

Upon seeing Cyclone select a mask, Yuna had a sudden inspiration.

After concealing her appearance with a fox mask, Yuna swiftly flew back towards the warehouse.

"No! Not good!!"

"They're coming!!"

Shouts erupted from the warehouse, tension mounting instantly.

But Cyclone paid no attention, remaining in a high state of concentration.

Unfortunately, the master stopped his hands, dropping his tools.

"Hey! Kid..."

The wound was not completely sutured yet, at least for now, this man's feet could not walk.

"I have to leave," he said.

The crowd started running towards the warehouse.

Some went to where the horses were hidden.

Some chose to rob passing carriages.

Finally, a few decided to run back on foot.

As Cyclone tried to make sense of what was happening, the master and mistress had already skillfully packed up all the medical tools in less than ten seconds.

However, Cyclone had a question.

"Master... What about this man?"

"Abandon him," the master replied without hesitation.

"Listen, put on your mask. Once you successfully evade the pursuers, take off the mask naturally and blend into the crowd," the mistress said.

"What about you, master?"

"Shh! Focus on yourself first!"

Without further delay, the master and mistress turned and ran.

After leaving the warehouse, the mistress carried the master, leaping onto a distant rooftop.

Cyclone glanced at the departing master and mistress, then at the needles and thread still hanging from the injured man's foot.

Suddenly, a hand pulled Cyclone's clothes.

"Don't... don't leave me behind..."

Listening to the sound of the carriage fading away outside, Cyclone made a decision.

***