It was common knowledge here that the fairy race had a strict hierarchy.
If the leader have no charisma, or respect.
Other races usually ignore their wellbeing.
In fact many of them will even cheer.
But fairies were different.
If the Marauders captured Alice, the scattered new fairies would come out on their own.
To save her.
And even if the new fairies didn't appear, Alice was still valuable.
They could use her to negotiate with the established fairy faction on Mars.
Trade her for supplies, weapons, and even some fairies slave.
On the rooftop, they're now resting.
Silen were laying on top a carpet, already falling a sleep.
Karr stayed on the edge of the roof, sword in hand, watching the dark streets below.
Alice sat with her back to a stone pillar. Her eyes were closed.
They needed rest.
But unfortunately they didn't get it for long.
Karr's head tilted slightly, then his grip tightened.
"Everyone wake up! Ambush!"
