"Who are you? What are you doing?"
Hilia summoned her Magic Puppet, Magic Power surging through her body.
The other party, seeing Hilia suddenly appear, didn't hesitate to throw a potion bottle at her, then ran toward a window deeper down the hallway.
Bang!
The sound of shattering glass echoed out.
Hilia caught the potion bottle, poured all the contents into a new bottle, and casually tossed the old one aside.
After securing the potion, she retracted her Magic Puppet and strode quickly to the window, peering down at a shadowy figure leaping across rooftops below.
"Good, as long as they're not flying away, this'll be easy."
Hilia stepped onto the window ledge and jumped straight from the tenth floor of the inn, gripping her Flying Broom. Just before landing, she activated the broom, lessening the impact and finally landing smoothly.
The whole process looked cool—if you ignored Hilia's pale lips, that is…
Rose gave her a thumbs up. "Nice! You overcame your fear of heights."
