The shot arrow deviated from its trajectory and slid crookedly to the side. With a calm face, Kellian lowered his longbow and charged straight for the nearest enemy.

The different spells were interspersed with the sound of weapons breaking through the wind, weaving an ominous rhythm in the ears. Kellian had to change direction to dodge the blades that were chasing after him, and at the same time kicked over Duru, who was standing stiffly in place, unable to help anything but get in the way.

They've fallen into the trap -- and it's no surprise at all.

The traps set by the spell are not lethal and only make them incapacitated. It didn't do much to Kellian, he just felt a slight paralysis flow through his body, and his steps stopped for a moment.

But both Duru and Enoch were completely frozen in place, and the sudden appearance of the enemy naturally focused all the attacks on him.

Four men, two warriors, two priests, well prepared and well protected. Although he was a little surprised that Kellian was able to escape from the trap, he was still confident and sure that he would win.

Both warriors are excellent swordsmen who can move in and out of tight spaces, and Kellian is not good at this. He realized to his chagrin that maybe he had pretended to fall into the trap and looked for a chance to fight back...... But he's just as bad at that.

The enchanted sword slashed from his shoulder to his back, leaving a shallow wound that didn't hurt much, but managed to make his anger burn.

But he still remembered the rule that he had to keep in mind in such a battle - kill the spellcaster first.

He lunged at the priest standing by the stairs, ignoring the scorching glow from his dancing fingers. Ran straight into it.

The ray struck him in the chest, but he also crushed the other man down the stairs, breaking along with the wooden staircase. There are probably a few ribs of the other side.

There was a scorching smell from his clothes, and a dull pain in his chest seemed to have been hit head-on, but the flesh didn't seem to hurt...... Kailian lowered his head in some surprise, and before he could see his injury, he felt the wind behind his head.

He quickly rolled over to dodge, and his unrelenting sword slashed at the wounded priest's shoulder.

The screams of his companions made the swordsman smack. Kellian raised an eyebrow and kicked over.

In the corner of the eye. He saw Enoch move—someone had dismantled the spell he had been holding.

So the enemies did not decrease, and Enoch was even more merciless.

Kellian didn't know the priest's spells, but he could roughly hear some of them, even if he couldn't. From Enoch's gritted teeth, he also knew that he wanted his life. Kormit kindly healed the wounds on his palms and shoulders...... But the pain of being pierced by an arrow, this priest, who obviously has little energy, will never forget.

Kellian didn't care about that. A priest like Enoch who is in a hurry to attack and doesn't care about the lives of his companions will give him a chance.

He deliberately ignored Enoch. Focus on the swordsman who pounced even more ferociously after he kicked him away.

At such a time when close combat is required. Kellian was always annoyed by his clumsiness - he had strength and agility beyond the ordinary, but he couldn't use it properly. His body is always moving too fast or too slow, making it difficult to coordinate...... When given the opportunity to learn the art of combat, he really shouldn't let it go.

Perhaps to make up for his mistake, the swordsman was a little impatient, allowing Kellian to find an opportunity to kick him hard in the knee again.

The sound of the bones being misaligned made him feel a little better, but another warrior had quickly laid siege.

Enoch's spell struck him in the shoulder, causing his body to shake slightly. Barely managed to dodge the sword that stabbed him in the abdomen.

He began to get angry - he had an easier way to end the fight, but ......

Maybe not that necessary.

With an angry roar. The basement door was smashed to pieces, and Kormit, the tall blacksmith with his hammer, lunged down, like a raging warrior rather than some hellish priest.

He jumped over the head of the priest who was still struggling to get up from the shards of the wooden staircase, and the heavy hammer smashed into the enemy with the sound of the howling wind. Kellian's opponent retreated in a hurry, not daring to fend off such an attack head-on.

“...... They want to flee. Kellian blurted out.

He heard the teleportation spell.

Kurmit roared, and the hammer came out of his hand and slammed into Enoch.

There was a scream, and it was clear who the hammer had hit, but by the time Kellian turned around, Enoch and the other priest had disappeared.

The hammer fell heavily to the ground. Kormit rushed over in a few steps, picked up his hammer, and glared at the remaining foes.

"Who sent you?" he snapped.

Kellian pouted unconsciously—it was obviously an unanswered question.

"Kormit, you madman!" Travis' angry voice came from the basement doorway, "Get out of here!

“...... Maybe you should listen to him. ”

The only unwounded enemy said coldly, "You probably won't be able to escape far, though." ”

Kellian couldn't help but try to rush over, but was held back by Kormit.

"There's no point in dwelling on them. He said, quickly regaining his composure.

He picked up Durou, who was still unable to move, and rushed to the door.

Kellian gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and followed—knocking out the priest who had just gotten up as he jumped up the stairs.

"I shouldn't have let you in!"

Travis stamped his foot and regretted, "Those guys are going to ruin this place...... God, my book!"

"Shut up, traitor!" Kurmit yelled rudely, "You'd better get out of front of me!"

"I'm trying to save your life!you dwarven brute!" Travis jumped up and shouted, "If you think you can get away without my help, just try!!Where can you go? You know where to go? A brainless guy like you can only think of an old mine outside the city, right?"

Kormit shut his mouth in a huff.

Travis tugged at his beard, looked at his room-filled books one last time with a pained gaze, and gestured feebly to them.

“...... Follow me. He said.

They quickly walked through secluded alleys, silently in the shadows of the city. Durrous regained his ability to move halfway through, but remained silent.

As they walked down a long wall, they saw a sudden opening of the square with people but no hustle and bustle, and the gates of the Blanti Library stood majestically.

Travis swaggered over with them, the guard in front of the door had a gray beard and a serious face, but he smiled at Travis rarely.

"Do you want to deliver books or take them again, sir?" he asked.

"Just bring a few friends to see Balach's pride. Travis replied.

The old guard nodded smugly, turning his gaze to Kormit and them.

"Since you're friends with Travis, I'm not going to ask you to unarm your weapons. He said, "But put them away and your stinking tempers, and don't get into trouble, this is not a place for you to make trouble." Our battle mages will not be kind to anyone who disturbs the peace here. ”

Commette nodded, already understanding why Travis had brought them here.

Unlike the enclosed three-storied pagoda, the Blanti Library is generously open to all. As a token of retribution and respect, Beranti's battle mages are sent by the Mage Guild and are not subject to the lord's authority, even if the king's orders can be ignored, and their only task is to protect the treasures in this library - of course, they also have the privilege of consulting any of the treasured books here at any time.

"Even if Balach falls, Berlandi will not suffer any damage. ”

So the mages assured.

The ruler of Balach was probably not very happy to hear this, but he was always very polite to the mages. Provoking a battle here is tantamount to declaring war on the Mage Guild...... No one will be left unconcerned about this.

Walking through the gate, the glittering light of the crystal spire is a little dazzling in the sunlight, and the wide stone pavement is flanked by paths that wind between faintly green lawns and manicured trees, and a few tall spruce trees on the side of the road seem to have grown here for hundreds of years.

It's a good place to be—quiet, and safe, Kormit admits, to calm down and think about what to do...... In any case, he couldn't stay here forever.

A shaded path leads them to the side of the library. The wide and transparent, unpainted glass windows make the entire side hall extraordinarily bright, and there are many people at the long tables neatly arranged, just in a daze. No one is denied entry, not even the beggars on the streets, and as long as you don't disturb anyone else, no one usually cares what you're doing here.

Travis threw them in a corner, lowered his voice, and hurried away, "Stay here."

“...... I guess he probably won't come back. After a moment, Kellian said coldly, "It's another trap here. ”

The young man was quite a vindictive—Kormit had already discovered that.

He shook his head wearily and said nothing. Honestly, he didn't think there was any trap here. If Travis had taken them to another secluded and uninhabited corner, he might have been so suspicious. But there are people, books, and mages to take care of......

“...... What the hell is going on?"

For the first time since the attack, Duru made a sound.

He looked at Kormit with a blank look and a sincere expression.

"I know them...... I know one of them, it's Devin, and we've fought together...... Reverend, what the hell is going on?"

His tone was like some kind of supplication...... And Kormit couldn't respond.

(To be continued......)