A quarter of a day passes. Nothing happens. Does Sarabas want to continue his watch?
A quarter of a day passes. Nothing happens. Does Sarabas want to continue his watch?
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
The Sage Utar could have reminded Ida of many things. He could have pointed out the difference in their positions, that she is at the bottom of the clan hierarchy, and about the importance of her mission, but he simply sighed.
"Here's a lesson for you: in any unclear situation, check the bulletin board! It helped me a lot when I was young!" The alchemist smiled encouragingly. "As for the warriors... I released them all. If you meet anyone on the streets, you can ask them for help."
Thus, the conversation between teacher and student came to an end.

Ida started retreating towards Utar’s tent just in time, as the sage himself emerged from his dwelling. Naked. With a huge alchemical saw on his shoulder. However, he had more than just a large saw; in his free hand, he held several elixirs. In short, he was clearly planning something nefarious.
“You thought I wouldn't get to all of you? Ha! I will get to all of you! Ra-a-a!” roared the alchemist and charged at Ida and the warrior scholars.
“Master, what’s wrong with you?”
“It seems he is not in his right mind. Let’s help him! With strong blows to the head!”
Meanwhile, the stranger mysteriously disappeared. Her influence ceased to torment Ida…
THE BATTLE BEGINS