A scream of fear came down the deep hallway.

The three people in the room looked at each other, then turned and ran out in unison.

Hell did he guess right?

Fili smiled wryly, secretly frightened, and did not know how many times a day he prayed to the goddess. If the undead who appear in the hall are Ed and Eric......

Then his best ending is probably to die here.

The people in the hall first heard a panicked shout, and those who were closer to the door looked at the door in confusion and uneasiness, and the sound that followed seemed to be a sword exchange, and then there was a knock on the heavy door, and the rapid and chaotic rhythm cast ominous shadows throughout the hall.

"Open the door, open the door!" a hoarse cry came from the crack in the door, and the guard inside recognized the voice of his companion, and although he hesitated, he opened the door.

No sooner had the two doors of the heavy, iron-wood door slowly opened than a man squeezed in, dragging his bloodied companion in his hands.

"What's going on?" someone asked aloud.

An arm wielding a sword came through the crack in the door, and the white bones, long since lost their flesh, answered all questions.

In the dead silence, I don't know who let out the first scream of terror, some people began to flee to the inside of the hall, someone drew their weapons and rushed to the door, and the hall was suddenly in chaos.

Khaliat was the first to storm the hall.

"Calm down!!!" he yelled, unable to figure out what was going on for a moment, until he squeezed to the door.

Fili, who had followed him, rushed over and slashed the arm of the skeleton as it tried to squeeze through the door.

"Close the door!" he shouted, leaning his shoulder against the wooden door, trying to help the man close it first. The ironwood door made by the elves is quite sturdy and should hold up for a while.

"No! get the people out there!" said Khaliat, as if he wanted to rush out. He placed six guards outside the door, and only two escaped through the door.

Filly's face twisted, and he almost wanted to punch the brave but reckless young man in the face, but he could understand his feelings.

"It's too late!" cried the man who fell through the door, "there are too many...... We weren't prepared at all!"

Another skeleton squeezed in, and through the crack in the door, Haryat could only see countless white bones overlapping on top of each other, and there was no living human figure.

"Shut the door!" Before Khaliat hesitated, Risek decisively gave the order, "Don't let them in!"

More people rushed to the door, someone bravely pulled the burning wood out of the fire and stabbed it in the skeleton's face, the undead retreated, and the others took the opportunity to close the door together, landing all the latches. The two hard iron-wood latches were of the same texture as the gates, and they were still heavy and strong after more than a thousand years when even the metal had begun to rust.

"He's dying!" someone shouted. The guard who had been dragged in by his companion had lost consciousness.

Harriat looked at Fili with a pleading gaze, and the previous hostility was instantly forgotten.

――Looks like I'm still using some of them.

Filly laughed at himself and ran to the wounded man, who had been surrounded by the crowd.

But the low sound of a spell had already sounded in the crowd. Fili stared in amazement at the man who was half-kneeling beside the wounded and dying man, whispering to the gods for help.

Nigel Estes. The object of suspicion that he keeps an eye on these days.

The goddess is on top...... How many "surprises" did he have to experience in the day? No matter who Nigel was...... He couldn't be a necromancer anyway.

The hall fell silent again, and everyone watched with awe as the soft white light scattered on the man's wounds, and the blood was quickly stopped, but the man remained unconscious.

"He lost so much blood that he needed a break. Nigel stood up, frowning as the people around him began to salute him, but did not say a word. The door was still shaking, and the sound of weapons slashing on the door became clearer, and the atmosphere was a little strange for a while.

Risek walked over to Nigel.

"Are you...... Pastor?" he asked in a low voice, his tone blending reverence and doubt.

"I am. Nigel didn't look very happy, and he whispered something in Risek's ear. Risek's eyes widened in surprise, then nodded knowingly.

"Stand up, my brothers!" he exclaimed, "it may not be over yet, but there is nothing to fear, calm down, and let the priest ...... Let Nethers see your bravery and piety!"

The people began to stand up, and although the sound of weapons banging on the gate had not stopped, they no longer seemed to be dominated by fear.

People who have faith may be blind by faith, but they are also strong by faith.

Risek led Nigel to Haryat and motioned for them to find a less disturbed corner, and Philip silently followed.

"This is Nigel Lowe...... Priest of Anduhe. Risek whispered to the two men who were full of doubts.

“...... Fili Zeri, the paladin of the water goddess Nior. Fili introduced himself dryly, and the object of suspicion he had been suspected of suddenly becoming a clergyman in the same situation as himself, and he didn't know what expression to use to face.

"Give proof. Nigel said with a blank face.

“...... What?" Fili was stunned for a moment.

"Prove you're a paladin. I don't care if you believe in that god. The man's voice was cold and hard, not at all gentle as a pastor should have.

"I proved it to them!" Filly growled, pointing at Khaliat and Risek.

"I doubt they can tell. ”

The faces of the two people whose judgment was questioned sank.

Filly glared helplessly, gritted his teeth again, drew his sword, slashed it in his hand, and then pronounced a spell that made the wound disappear from the eyes of the three men—he hated it! It worked, but it was stupid and painful...... But it's more straightforward than an argument.

Nigel was silent for a moment, then nodded unhappily. Among the human race, only priests and paladins have the ability to heal, not even mages, let alone necromancers. And no clergyman can be in the company of a necromancer.

The four people who believed in different gods were silently facing each other, in embarrassment.

"I'm guessing you're also impersonating a follower of Nessus in search of a necromancer?" He may not have meant anything else, but Filly's ears were still shaking at the unpleasant word "fake."

Nigel hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.

"Can you tell me what the hell is going on?" Haliat's low voice still had a faint anger in it.

"How do I know?" replied Nigel coldly.

"I really don't know. Filly spread his hands innocently.

He understood that the young man had just lost his men, maybe even friends...... But his anger really didn't get out of place.

Risek tugged at Khaliat gently, looking a little helpless.

"What he means is that both of them know these things better than we do...... Why did they attack like this all of a sudden? It had been quiet ...... before."

Perhaps you should ask your God if this is some kind of test that is too dangerous. Nigel still spoke in a bad tone, "Oh, I forgot, you don't seem to have a Sage who can communicate directly with Nesses?"

Kharyat's hand pressed into the weapon, and even Risek reacted in the same way.

"At least our priest won't lie!" Haryat roared, "and he won't sneak into the temples of other gods by sneaking into other gods!"

"They don't have to tell you when they do that. Nigel sneered, "Besides, where is your temple?

"Hey!wait!" The sudden tension gave Fili a headache, why couldn't the priest of Anduch learn from the composure of his gods?

"Listen to that!"

The sound of the gate being slashed by a sword can be heard in every corner.

"That's our enemy, friends, out there, not here!"

“...... You are priests and paladins, can't you be here to cleanse the undead outside?" asked Risek.

"Hmm...... It was like trying to douse a bonfire outside with a bucket of water through a closed door. Filly replied, not without embarrassment.

"Meaning, no. Nigel's answer was more direct: "With all due respect, if I had known about your stupid idea, I would have stopped you even if I had revealed your identity - lock up a bunch of panicked people together, and there would be a bunch of undead creatures waiting to feast on them outside, and everyone inside would have gone crazy before they could rush in." Who made you do that?

The corners of Filly's mouth twitched. It seems that he and the unhappy pastor are on the same page at least on this point.

Khaliat and Risek looked at each other awkwardly.

"At least, we're safe now. Filly reluctantly argued for them.

"Are you sure?" asked Nigel, rhetorically, "where are your 'brothers', by the way? I haven't seen them for a while." ”

He smiled sarcastically at Filly's surprised expression, "That's right, it's not just you who are staring at me, I'm always staring at you, I guess as 'family', we are a little lacking in trust?"

"Do you think I don't want to know?!" Filly finally yelled at him. This pastor is simply better than he is at being annoying.

"Someone!" a guard by the door suddenly shouted, "There's someone alive outside!"

Khaliat immediately ran over, followed by three other men.

"Our people?" asked Risek.

"Open the door!" the voice outside the door rang again, "Does anyone hear me?"

Filly heard the voice.

"Open the door, open the door!" he immediately began to move the deadbolt, and the person next to him hesitated, not knowing whether to help.

"That's not our people. Khaliart frowned, a voice he had never heard before.

"Hey, are all the people in there dead!" said a girl's voice this time.

"That's my man!" Filly yelled.