A day later…
"Grandfather…"
In one of the luxurious cabins in the Aurora. Plenty of people wearing black cloaks seemed to be in great distress. Traces of magic had been used to anti-sounds; magic could also be heard.
Amidst the distressed crowd, the old man Terrence was the one who looked distressed the most.
"That demon girl… She dared steal all our goods." Veins popped out from his head due to extreme anger.
"Grandfather… I am starving." The old man looked in the middle of the cabin. There was a huge cage. Inside the cage was the boy who was with him before. Also there were things that were broken. Such chairs and even bricks.
The old man massaged his head in stress.
"Milord." A man clad in hood suddenly appeared. "I have found their locations. But the supplies that were stolen are not with them."