Slave Pact

The pair froze as they saw the group of people in front of them. Gomorrah tried to fire her smoke bomb but instantly stopped after seeing Lizzy and Vale open their wings.

"W-What is…" Santi trailed off and looked at their small wings. Their bat-like wings were much smaller than the ones in front of them.

"What tribe are you from?" Vale asked. "How comes you're still trainees? That's impossible."

"We're employed by the House–" Gomorrah slammed her hand over Santi's mouth. 

"I believe we cannot tell you where we came from," Gomorrah said and slowly backed away. She tried to fire her smoke attack once more but four panes of black glass-like shields surrounded them. "What is this?"

Lance removed his hand from the handle of his black sword, sighing as he walked forward. "We have questions. These Seductors, and us Adventurers. Either you try to escape or we'll tie you up and force the answers from your lips, we will get our answers either way."