As Lucilia's words echoed in her ears, Alka immediately looked back. A gleam from a blade flashed past him, and a dagger embedded itself in the wall beside him. He looked at the newcomer: a figure in extravagant attire, his face painted like a jester, walking toward Alka with exaggerated steps, a manic grin and crimson eyes fixed on him.
"Hahaha, I've finally caught you again!"
The dagger that had been stuck in the wall vanished, and new daggers materialized in the jester's hand, one after another appearing between his fingers. With a flick of both hands, he threw eight daggers toward Alka. Alka rolled aside to dodge, yet one dagger still tore the fabric on his back.
A card shot along the ground toward the jester. Just as it was about to hit him, it suddenly flew upward, but he knocked it away with a dagger in his hand. However, this bought Alka some time.
"So, it's you, my defeated foe."
