How to Celebrate a Festival and The King and The Witch

We rushed out of the cell and towards the ground floor of the palace. Well, we tried to rush out, but I was a bit too hurt to run. Yeo-Jung and the cat led us past the basement of the palace. Dead bodies lay limp on the floor, a handiwork of the Silcat. The Tournament meant a natural decline in the number of guards, making it possible for a Grade 4 Magic Beast to make its way through.

Prison cells lined up at our flanks, most of them filled with groaning prisoners. I pulled Yeo-Jung and brought our procession to a halt. "Hey, Liu Wenyan."

"Yes?" He looked at me with a firm face.

I smiled and said, "Free these prisoners."