"There are more Mages in this camp."
Hilia watched from the shadows, carefully sizing things up.
Then she confirmed her judgment.
"All Tier Three and below, no big deal."
Back then, even Hilia herself hadn't noticed the Essence of the Dark Dream—she just blacked out on the spot.
Even if you're on guard, so what?
Unless you stop breathing and stop absorbing Magic Power, there's no way to avoid it.
Unless you drink an immunity potion in advance.
Obviously, none of them had that.
So—
The third camp, the fourth, the fifth.
Around Fanar City, in every guard camp, everyone who'd been captured was freed by Hilia.
She used a different disguise every time, with only one thing in common: they were all female disguises.
Rumor has it that in the Tower of Descent, female Believers make up a huge proportion—especially Witches, who are exclusively women.
What she was doing now was deliberately making others think she was a Witch from the Tower of Descent.
