White Harbor.

Step, step, step.

Arthur and the rest walked calmly on the stone path without weapons drawn. The beautiful and growing forest surrounded them.

They looked relaxed while Arthur hummed a merry song. With a blue sky and relaxing wind breeze, it felt like perfect weather for hiking.

Crack…

Then, a single crack appeared, and following that, a dozen silhouettes jumped down the trees and released the arrows from their crossbows.

Swoosh!!

''Hahaha, die!'' Lunatic teleported behind Arthur and drove his fist into the unguarded spinal cord.

As the fist struck, Arthur's figure vanished like a fleeting cloud. The arrows struck the four men, but their bodies disappeared like ghosts.

''Eh?'' The Hunters landed on the ground with shocked gazes.

''Illusion? One of them was Trickster?!''

''Whew, that's nice ability.'' A haunting voice resounded from the forest's beginnings. They turned around and saw Arthur, with the rest of the men walking with their weapons drawn.