"Damn it, these two were vicious. They stabbed without saying a word," said the injured guard, his voice trembling from pain as his colleague pressed on his wound and bandaged it.
He had been the first to catch up with the pair. He hadn't wanted to use force immediately, instead asking them to come with him. The two had stopped and walked toward him.
Thinking the situation was under control, he was about to call his colleagues to help escort the two to the Grand Marshal when they suddenly attacked, stabbing at him while muttering something that sounded like they were preparing a spell.
He could only call for his teammates while avoiding their attacks, but he still got wounded. These guys were clearly aiming to kill with every strike.
"Well done," Kenji said, examining his wound. "Take this money for your recovery. Don't let any complications develop. These days, Royal Guards like you are hard to find."
"Thank you, Grand Marshal."
