243 Diversion of Fire (2/2)
On another side of the camp the man disguised as official Harolt ran through the empty cafeteria, still invisible. He went into the backroom to find a few cooks still there, scrambling to put food way. However, unlike Assitant Loire who presented a threat to Rydel, these cooks weren't even lv. 30.
He quickly dispatched those cooks before they even knew they were dead. Then, he found himself alone with crates and crates of raw and preserved ingredients. Everything with it was within his grasp and at his fingertips with no one to stop him from destroying them.
Yet rather than destroying them, Rydel held out his hand and placed it on one of the large crates. It then disappeared with a flash of his storage ring. The hunter repeated this until he is stored every morsel of food that he could find. He then went to the dead cooks and took all of their storage rings, finding even more supplies.
With this abundance of material and resources, Rydel laughed in the echoes of his mind, 'It's done. Let's get out of here.'
He then left the camp and the cafeteria altogether just as easily as he had waltzed into the cafeteria and taken everything away with him.
'Great job, Rydel,' replied Jack. 'Okay, Daliea. Stop playing around and just escape. Bowzer will help you out of the white flames and you already know what to do after that.'
'Got it.'
The mysterious man suddenly stopped laughing at Assistant Loire's futile attempts. The same figure which the assistant had been aiming at then dispersed into the air, leaving behind no evidence of a physical form. ”I've had enough fun, but thank you for amusing me.”
”Get back here, you pestro!” Assistant Loire shouted and ground his teeth as he threw flaming daggers in every which way to try and find his target. But he failed. Raging shouts were droned out by fire as he scoured the ashy remains at the center of the camp to no avail.
The fire continued to rage on without anyone finding a way to stop it.
The Limneer soldiers soon came to a conclusion. After dousing dozens of tents in water and failing to stop the flash fire, they decided to take down as many tents as possible. They did it in a hurried fashion and didn't bother bundling everything up properly. They rolled everything together and threw it to the side as far as possible in order to keep the tents far from the flames.
Eventually, Assistant Loire returned from within the flames. His clothes were singed and some articles of clothing were missing altogether. The most notable thing about him was the obvious frown which seemed to cover his entire face and distract everyone from his burns and injuries.
The assistant noticed that the fire was still raging but no longer able to spread. He sighed as he angrily glared at the unknown flames which even he couldn't touch without consequence.
”What did you learn?” asked Assistant Dirk.
”We need to investigate the Sandros army.”
”And why is that?”
Assistant Loire released a long sigh, filled with both relief and angst. ”I fought a lieutenant in there. He was a master of illusions and fire. If we can find that such a person really exists within the Sandros ranks here, then they're the one to blame.”
”You know this will change everything. We won't be able to leave tomorrow if that's true and there's no way to keep each side from questioning the other if you go through this,” reasoned Assistant Dirk. ”Are you sure?”
Assistant Loire shook his head. ”We can do it quietly. We don't have to question the Sandros army, we only need to ask them if we can speak with their lieutenants and narrow the search. The man I fought was lv. 35, so we'll keep that in mind and test for their magic type. If there's no match, then we know someone else impersonating them.”
Assistant Dirk smirked and gave his fellow assistant the slight nod. ”Makes sense. But still, we have to delay our leave a couple of days because of everything that happened, but I think the Sandros army will be fine with a few questions, as will the general.”
”Then let's go, right now. Let the officials handle this. We've got something more urgent on our plate.”