The following night.
"Surgical infiltration, right?" Arnold took a deep breath. "I'm not good at this stuff, you know..." He complained, looking at Edward beside him.
On the other side of the wall that blocked their view was Silas Merchant's mansion.
"You're an Anomaly Mage whose water looks like shadow, Arnold. You have to know how to do it." Edward replied jokingly.
Both were dressed in black from head to toe, like specialized killers.
"Just because I have shadow-type magic doesn't mean I should know how to do it..." he protested.
"But you do know, right?"
Arnold stared at him. He wanted to protest once more with, "I know... but it's not because I have shadow-type magic!"
Finally, he gave in and looked up. "I'll rely on your information to know when to move above these walls. For the record, I don't know if I'll be able to calculate the height correctly."
Edward smiled. "I'll trust you."
