Five minutes ago.
In the castle undercroft.
Benest plucked the silver lute in his hand, but to the surprise of Half-Elf Ranger Arenia beside him, no sound was emitted.
Instead, a gentle silver light appeared, akin to the soft moonlight shining from the sky, enveloping the two of them.
Under the coverage of the silver glow, the two seemed invisible, without alarming the Guardian Array of the undercroft, nor the guards, swiftly arriving inside a prison cell.
"Robert."
Upon hearing the call, a disheveled young man with hair like a bird's nest, lying down, suddenly froze, as if discerning whether he was hallucinating.
As Benest and Arenia's figures slowly appeared in the cell, Robert, the Harper Scout, rubbed his eyes in surprise and said:
"Master Arenia? This is... this is Master Benest!"
"Shh~" Half-Elf Ranger Arenia immediately gestured for silence.
"Quick, keep your voice down, come with us."
