Charrell didn't have any evidence at first, all he had was his intuition as a father and his knowledge of his son, but to others, it was nothing more than paranoia and fantasy caused by excessive sadness and anger, even his friends, who mostly thought so. They say that the truth he is looking for is nothing more than the truth he wants, because he cannot accept the facts that lie before him.

But he never gave up.

“...... What did you find?" asked Fili softly.

He felt the strength return to his body little by little, but it was like the dew of the grass dripping into the blue Lake Starnestle, slowly and painfully.

"A name. Charrell replied, "D'Amo Karp." ”

Fili was stunned for a moment. He remembered the name.

"The bitter-faced mage?" he asked, "Aaron, Mancini's house-mage?"

He had heard Ed mention that Rosa had found a hidden map of the Stonebutch sewers in the mage's house, and that map had led them into the Triple Tower, rescued Borena, but had not found D'Amour...... He hadn't been there at all.

But he never showed up again. No one knew whether he was alive or dead, and gradually no one cared about him. Even Mansini, who had already found a new one two months ago, was young, hard-working, surprisingly gifted but not very good at dealing with people, and who was not good looking, and who was alive and well-looking, was another mage of D'Amo Karp as his new patronage...... He even lived in D'Amo's former mage tower, tended by D'amo's former apprentice.

“...... You found D'Amo?" Fili asked tentatively.

Charrell glanced at him. There was no answer, just a rhetorical question: "Can you go? We've been delaying long enough." ”

Filly hesitated for a moment, then barely stood up against the wall. Moving a stiff body.

Every muscle of his was heavy and hard like a goddamn stone, but he could move.

"Probably. He replied.

The old man nodded, "Let's get out of here." ”

“...... Leave?" Fili was slightly surprised.

"I don't know why you're here, or what trouble you're in, but it's clear that you can't help me now. The old man looked him up and down, still not in the slightest to help him, "You're just a burden." In case of any danger...... I'm sorry. I wouldn't hesitate to leave you on your own and run away, at most as a well-meaning anonymous person to tell your friends where their body could be found. ”

Fili could only grin.

"But if I can get you out of here safely, you owe me a favor. Charrell told him with extreme candor. "You can't turn a blind eye when I need help - you're a paladin, aren't you? ”

Filly opened his mouth. Be rendered speechless.

He suspects that Charrell Kuntz is not his real name...... Or maybe the old man has another name. Because of the relationship between Alan and Scott. He knew a little about adventurers, and it was unlikely that someone like Charrell would be obscure.

He made a mental list of possible names and followed the old man as he staggered, trying to slow down. After a while, he felt thirsty to death—not just thirst, but an unbearable **, as if his body had turned into cracked earth. Desperately thirsty for the nourishment of blood......

He shuddered, realizing that something was wrong with him—probably the reason why Charrell was so obvious that he didn't even want to touch him.

What did Lydia do to him?...... Did he really die?

He quietly touched his neck. There was still a clear pulsation there, and his blood was still flowing...... But it didn't completely dispel the doubts in his heart.

He tried to cast spells...... Didn't get any response.

Fear and unease crashed through his chest like a chaotic current, but he remained silent, trying to keep up with Charreel's deliberately slowed pace, obediently cowering behind the stone wall when the old man suddenly stopped and waved at him, suppressing his heavy gasps.

Not far away, Agnes's figure flashed.

She ran fast...... It was as fast as if it were on the run, and the glamorous gray dress, which had been unobtrusive, flowed brightly, as if it were surrounded by a faint electric current—it looked like some kind of protection.

Immediately after, Filly heard heavy footsteps.

Heavy and slow, but with a compelling momentum, it smashed on him from all directions one after another, gradually coinciding with the heartbeat.

Fili opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He felt that cold suffocation again, as if his heart was being held tightly by a giant hand, and the next moment it would be crushed.

"Are you still a madman even if you're dead?!"

A crisp curse saved him. Agnes's voice trembled slightly in fear and anger: "I didn't make you like this, why are you chasing me!"

Fei shook his head with force, shook off the black fog in his mind and in front of him, and tried his best to concentrate.

Dead madman...... He caught the sentence accurately.

His head was dizzy and filled with sand, and his body was hot and cold, stiff and weak...... But at the sound of Agnes' exclamation, he drew his sword almost instinctively and staggered over.

“...... Holy hell paladin!"

He heard Charrell cursing angrily behind him.

Oh, yes...... Hell, paladin.

Agnes fell to the ground.

She admits she panicked. Her spells are almost useless against the other party, and teleportation spells are simply unusable in this place. Even if it is abandoned, it still retains rules that it cannot disobey, just like the damn three-storied pagoda.

She stared at the wind-breaking greatsword and instinctively flinched back, frantically searching her mind for any spell that might work. She didn't know if her protection would be able to withstand the blow, if not...... Oh, there's nothing to worry about then.

A long sword came out of the air, slashing the greatsword aside. The sound of weapons clashing rattled in her ears, and the bright sparks made her squint involuntarily...... But she saw the hero who saved her.

That's Fili Zeri...... Fili Zeri, who was supposed to be dead.

She laughed out loud in disbelief, with a lot of respect for this crazy world.

The paladin managed to neutralize the heavy greatsword...... Or rather, it was the greatsword that managed to throw him all the way to the stone wall on the other side.

Filly slammed into the wall and slammed to the ground, struggling as if he couldn't even get up.

But he succeeded in diverting the monster's attention away from Agnes...... It's a good chance to escape.

The greatsword slashed at the paladin, barely barely able to hold himself up—enough to cut him in half, and there was no chance of him coming back to life.

Agnes gritted her teeth, her clasped hands flipped out, the white shell-encrusted ring on her left little finger shattered silently, and the force of the impact slammed into her foes from both hands.

That blow was enough to knock a barbarian far to the other end of the hallway...... But it only made the enemy in front of him stagger back a few steps.

"Stand up!"

Agnes cried out, "Or we'll all die here!"

She reached for the paladin who had begun to fall to the ground again—he never let go of his sword.

Fili twisted his body to avoid her hand, and slammed his fist into the ground, and with such a hard force that he managed to stand up.

That won't work—thought Agnes a little desperately. The paladins are obviously half-dead, and there is no trust between them, and the "tacit understanding" or something is simply delusional, and they are all destined to die here......

Why didn't she take the opportunity to run away just now?

She watched as the monster regained its balance and walked unhurriedly, only to rudely tear off the pendant around its neck—a big deal...... Although she really didn't want to die, she was still lying with this kind of guy.

But the monster suddenly stunned, lost its balance again, and swung its greatsword uselessly in midair, its entire body smashed face down in a comical position.

"Run!"

A low, old voice rang in her ears, and the brave paladin turned and fled without hesitation, not even pulling her.

Agnes sprang up as she sneered, followed closely after him, and soon overtook Filly, and kindly threw down the words: "Take off your armor, it's useless anyway." ”

The paladin glared at her—or not, but never too far behind her.

His gasps were so loud that she could hear them clearly...... That proves that he is indeed alive.

Agnes didn't know if she should be happy about it—Lydia was right. If Filly had made it out alive, she would be in big trouble...... She didn't need to be reminded that this paladin was just as difficult to fool as Lowell.

When the paladin stopped suddenly, she also stopped unconsciously and looked back at him.

Fili couldn't run. His face was ugly and unrecognizable like a dead man, sweat dripping down his eyebrows and chin, and his whole body looked like a corpse that had just been fished out of the water.

“...... That's Ante. He said breathlessly, not looking surprised, but wanting to laugh hysterically.

"That's Ante. Agnes nodded, "I didn't know anything more disgusting than a living Ante Bofford, but now I know - a dead Ante." ”

"I've never seen an undead like that. ”

The old voice sounded again, and a thin old man emerged from the darkness, "He looks...... It's not quite the same. ”

Agnes shrugged, "yes...... King of the Dead? I think he'll love that title. ”

"Also the murderer of Leohard. Filly whispered.

“...... So what?" Agnes raised an eyebrow and sneered at him, "Do you still want to punish the murderer at this time? Honestly, he's going to be our murderer soon—and we've not gotten rid of him yet!" )