Crawling through the narrow passages, Kormit quickly understood Kelion's displeasure.

Humans are not dwarves after all. In the cramped space, surrounded by rocks pressed on all sides, most of the places could not straighten their bodies, and they could only crawl forward on all fours, and if they were not careful, they would bump into or bruise...... Especially when a big man of his stature tried to squeeze through a narrow gap, he almost tried to smash a bigger hole with a hammer, and then it occurred to him that they were actually in mid-air—whether buried by a crumbling rock or falling down, it was a rather stupid way to die.

The person in front of him suddenly stopped, and Kormit retracted his body in time not to hit someone's ass in embarrassment.

“...... What's wrong?" Fletcher asked exasperatedly, his patience seemingly exhausted.

"Shut up. Kailian said coldly.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Calm down. Kurmit sighed wearily, trying to keep his composure with the patience he had honed as he pulled out a fine weapon he had crafted.

"Shut up, too. Kellian said unceremoniously, "Listen!"

In the silence, a low roar came from nowhere, and the rocks under the palms of his hands shook slightly...... But the movement is not large, and if it is not still, it may not be noticeable at all.

“...... What's that?" someone asked uneasily, "is this going to collapse?"

Kellian didn't say anything, probably not out of the same apprehension, but because he didn't bother to answer the question at all.

"Maybe we'd better split up?" Fletcher said. Whatever the danger, he was clearly not going to give up.

"No, I can't. Kellian flatly refused. "How can I tell who's who if more rats are crawling around?"

"Can you tell the difference now?!" Fletcher became impatient, "...... Also, who's a mouse?!"

"Guys!" Comit had to raise his voice. "Now is not ......"

He stopped abruptly.

Not far away, a few faint exclamations sounded.

It's hard to tell whose voice it is, or even whether it's a man or a woman, but in the ears of a worried loved one, it may feel completely different.

“...... Get out of the way!" Fletcher shouted, trying to squeeze past Kelion.

"Hey...... Don't mess around!" exclaimed Kormit. He tried to stop this pointless conflict, but he couldn't get ahead.

The fire shook violently. Shadows flashed around, and after a moment of confusion, Kormit realized that Kellian hadn't stopped Fletcher at all—the agitated guy had rushed out without a head. The remaining young people from the village also involuntarily followed him.

The clutter of light and shadow faded away with the sound of a rat rats.

Kormit looked at Kelion, whose face was cold and huddled against the rock, and the young man's eyes gleamed in the sudden dimming of the light.

“...... Why didn't you stop him?" asked the priest helplessly.

"You didn't mention that my mission is to stop him from looking for death. Kellian replied with a blank face.

Kormit shook his head and smiled bitterly, choking on speechless for a moment.

For a moment he hesitated, wondering if that was not a bad thing—they could get rid of the young men. Find Enoch faster. If all the danger here comes from the young pastor who has gone crazy for some reason, catching him is the most thorough way to solve the crisis.

"Moji...... Where are you?"

Fletcher's urgent call came.

Kurmet shook his head at himself - he had to keep them safe no matter what.

He looked at the almost vanishing fire in front of him, sighed and followed, not looking back.

But he knew that Kellian was behind him—after all, it was still his job to "keep Kormit safe," and the youngster, who was not so good-natured, took his commitment very seriously.

Fletcher: They climbed fast. By the time Kormit struggled to squeeze through another crack in the rock, he could only faintly see the glow of their torches.

Soon. It was pitch black, there was no more light, and he had to use the last of his light spells, praying that it would last until it caught up with the guys.

After rounding two corners, the priest realized that he had lost ...... And he didn't have any spells to use anymore.

"Fletcher!" he called out as he stopped at a fork in the road.

The space was high enough for him to stand up straight, but it was still cramped. His voice echoed between the stone walls, seemingly far away, but no one responded.

He didn't even know where he started...... The light he had seen before might just be a reflection on the rocks.

Kormit glanced back at Kellian—perhaps because he was too careful, and there was a hint of schadenfreude on the young man's unfazed face.

He knew that Kellian's ears and eyes were much sharper. He could see what he couldn't see, he could hear what he couldn't...... But he didn't live for so long in vain.

The priest slung the hammer to his shoulder, looked around, and soon succeeded in finding his way—the broken cobwebs, the rubbing marks on the moss, led him to the left of the branch.

He looked back at Kellian smugly, and walked to the left with confidence.

There was a faint sound of dripping water in the darkness, and Kormit stopped, frowning at the gap in front of him that he couldn't even cut him into thin slices—none of the young men who had climbed up were so slender.

He was still on the wrong track.

At this point, he didn't want to look back at the expression on the face of the young man behind him—he couldn't make a fuss about himself.

He was a little frustrated, but he could only turn around without a sound, ready to take another path.

Kellian suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

The priest stood there in amazement, instinctively pricking up his ears.

It wasn't long before he heard a rapid gasp. It was like the sound of having to breathe after holding its breath for too long, and there was a little trembling crying.

That sounds like a girl—and Enoch is a man after all...... Still a priest, he couldn't be so fragile as to hide in the dark and cry.

“...... Maggie?"

After a moment of silence. Kormit exclaimed cautiously, a little incredulous at the unexpected good fortune.

No response.

"Don't be afraid, Mogi, I know you don't know me, I'm Comit Ansel...... I came to you with your two brothers. No matter what happens, now you're safe, okay?"

He whispered softly to the slit that could fit into one hand at most. He didn't even dare to get closer, and he didn't dare to comfort her as a pastor.

The tall and strong blacksmith had never known that his voice could be so gentle—even to the lover who had left him. But it didn't seem to be of much use to a frightened girl.

He heard a small, uncontrollable sob, but beyond that, there was not a word in response.

“...... All right. Kurmit sighed. "Stay here then. Stop running around, I'll get Fletcher ...... as soon as I can Or Roger found it. ”

- They would have to find a way to cut through the crack, which would probably be much faster than going around looking for a passage on the other side.

He turned to Kelion, considering whether to let him stay here and watch Moji or let him go back to Roger, but an exclamation rang out behind him.

"Don't!" the sharp, trembling voice begged, "don't kill them...... Don't kill me! No, go away! Don't ...... Go away!"

The girl, who had spent two days alone in darkness and fear, seemed to collapse the moment she spoke, screaming and supplicating in staccato crippling crying. Speak incoherently.

Kormit eagerly leaned closer to the crevice, thinking that Enoch was just across the wall. The soft light of the palm only illuminated the pale faces and flickering tears that flashed in the darkness.

The girl crawled to the ground and shrank into a corner where the light could not reach.

"Liar!" she screamed, "you have light, the same light as him, you are him, you are ...... What the hell do you want? Kill me! Kill me! I've had enough, I've had enough...... Father, Roger...... Save me...... Aven, save me...... God...... I don't want to die......"

She howled and cried, heartbreaking, desperate, desperate, desperate and unwilling, and her voice pierced people's hearts...... It's also unusually harsh.

Kormit was stunned for a moment, helpless.

The missionary pastor occasionally encounters out-of-control believers who know how to appease them, but that's not what he's good at – he's dealing with more scheming businessmen, bluffing officials, arrogant petty aristocrats......

He looked at Kellian. The young man's brow furrowed, obviously unable to bear this, and the uncontrollable anger in his eyes grew higher and higher, as if it was about to explode...... But when the anger burned to the peak, he suddenly calmed down.

He opened his mouth and uttered a long series of sentences.

Kormit couldn't understand what he was saying. He could only speak the lingua franca and the language of the dwarves, and could barely speak a few words of a savage—and mostly curse.

The language spoken by Kellian was evidently more beautiful and fluent, and continued as cold and firm as a stream of water in the girl's hoarse cries, and there seemed to be some soothing power in the melodious rhythm of the song, and even Comit became calm.

It sounded like a spell, but it wasn't a spell—no spell was ever that long.

The girl's cry submerged and gradually turned into a low sob.

Kellian kept his mouth shut, a strange look on his face—embarrassed and annoyed, as if he couldn't believe what he had done.

"Moji...... Mogi!!"

Fletcher's call was faintly heard, presumably drawn by the cry. But judging by the voices that were getting farther and farther away, it was clear that he was on the wrong track.

“...... I'll go find him. ”

Before Kormit could speak, Kellian hastily turned around and left.

The priest turned his gaze back to the small crack in confusion, and was unconsciously startled.

Mogie pressed her face against the crack, and though she could only reveal a red eye and half of her bloodless face, the fear in it was chilling.

She glared at Kormit, her voice small and hoarse.

"Don't ......," she said, "he's here...... I don't know where he is, but here he is!".

(To be continued......)