Rosa Latus singing.

She rarely sings in front of outsiders, but everyone in the Latus family knows that she has a good voice, soft and tactful, and her voice is very low, but very beautiful.

The children of the Latus family grew up listening to her singing, which was probably heavenly compared to her father's absurd sailor's tune. But in fact, the only one who can sing Rosa from beginning to end and sing without going out of tune is the big one "Little Stone Bridge" that they have heard from the cradle.

Probably every Stonebuff person sings this song.

"Walking across the small stone bridge, the way home to the south is ......"

A simple and familiar melody, repeated over and over again.

Rosa didn't know why she was singing here. She listened in amazement as her voice drifted through the empty room, knowing full well that the time and place were quite wrong, but she could not stop at any time.

The singing should have made her feel calm and relaxed, as if she were sitting in Spoonbuge's own little room, idle, sleepy...... But there was always a string in my mind that was inexplicably tightened, trembling slightly with the song.

"Rosa...... Rosa!"

The voice outside the door startled her slightly—it didn't belong to any of her brothers or sisters.

Something suddenly woke up in her head, and Rosa jumped off the windowsill and walked a few steps to the door, staring down at the brass handle, hesitating.

"Rosa......" The voice outside the door still rang unrelentingly, and the beating sound was dull and urgent.

Rosa reached out and slammed the door open.

Cessiana, who was about to break through the door, suddenly crashed into her arms, and finally stopped his body stiffly. Raised black hair brushed Rosa's cheeks.

Rosa's face was as usual, and she raised her head with a slight smile, but the elf, who was more than a hundred years old, instantly blushed. Bounced back the door in shock, making Rosa almost want to laugh out loud.

"Rosa!" Naria jumped in and gave her a strong hug, surprised and delighted, "It's really you...... How did you open the door?"

“...... I do not know. Rosa raised her eyebrows puzzled, "Didn't you open it?"

“...... Forget it, we'd better get out of this place quickly!" Naria grabbed her arm and pulled out the door without saying a word.

In the corner of the eye. Rosa could see Sesyana's darkened eyes in confusion and contemplation, but he didn't say anything, just pulled up the other elf leaning against the wall. Silently followed them.

"That crazy woman didn't do anything to you, did she? You're still in the mood to sing! But if it weren't for that, we wouldn't have found you...... Oh hell, I remember there was a fork in the road!" Naria paused, pointing to the portrait on the wall. "We should have turned left next to this portrait......"

The portrait of the hostess in a black-haired and blue dress has slightly curled lips. Look at them as if mocking.

Naria had tried to mark the walls, but the walls of the hallway, presumably like the door to the room she had been in, could be repaired on its own, and she had to rely on different portraits to keep her way.

But if the portrait also changes position......

"Keep walking. Sesyana said.

They don't seem to have much of a choice.

It didn't take long for Sesyana to suddenly push Lindh towards Naria, and he shot it like an arrow off the string. When Naria and Rosa dragged Linde to catch up, they saw the elf forcing a small girl to the wall, and her slightly raised eyebrows showed a little anxiety and helplessness.

The girl reached out and hugged her head. He slid down on the floor with his back against the wall, curled up in a ball without a sound.

Sesyana took a step back. Looking at Naria and Rosa pleadingly, he probably preferred to meet an evenly matched opponent rather than such a weak and helpless little girl.

"Hey, don't be afraid. Naria spoke softly, cautiously approaching the first living person they met tonight in this haunted castle, "We won't hurt you...... What's your name?"

There was no answer. The girl buried her head deep in her knees, covered her ears tightly, and shivered slightly. Don't listen, don't speak.

She was clearly scared.

Nalya didn't know where the crows came from or how to get these maids, but at this moment a sudden anger swelled up in her heart - of course it would not be a legitimate means!

She almost tried to drag the girl out with them, but Rosa reached out to stop her.

"We can't protect ourselves. She said calmly, "Don't bother her." ”

This is the truth, barely taking this girl with you, maybe she will be unlucky with them.

Naria gritted her teeth and patted the girl's arm comfortingly: "We'll be back, and then we'll get you out...... Definitely!"

A low laugh rang out from nowhere, and that instantly ignited Naria's anger.

"Mad woman!" she cried out into the empty hallway, "I know you're watching! But we'll get out of here, we'll destroy this castle! We'll rescue all the people you're trapped here! Our friends will find it soon...... No matter what kind of magic you have, you can't deal with a saint or a dragon!"

Her voice echoed far down the hallway, repeating "a dragon...... Dragon...... One-stop ......"

Narya didn't know if she could scare the mistress who was hiding in the shadows, but it gave her some courage - as the sister of a dragon and a friend of a sage, she couldn't be too useless!

"Let's go back to the room where Rosa was!" she suddenly remembered the "passage" she had used to escape, and hoped that the crow had not yet noticed the slightest omission.

No one objected - but they soon realized that finding the room was probably as difficult as finding the exit.

Naria crossed her waist in frustration, biting her lower lip hard, staring at the familiar and unfamiliar hallway in front of her, feeling like a bunch of rats trapped in a labyrinth, turning around in vain, only to be exchanged for a contemptuous smile on the crow's lips.

Sesyana suddenly helped Linde past her and walked in front. The steps were unexpectedly firm.

Rosa took her hand and silently followed.

Naria didn't know what the elves had discovered...... She felt as if they were going in circles, but Sesyana seemed to be looking in a certain direction. Stubbornly moving forward, sometimes he would even stand motionless, waiting for a new passage to appear nearby.

When he stopped in front of the door of a certain room, a spontaneous joy suddenly brought his expressionless face to life, and the fiery eyes seemed to be his longing and unswerving lover behind the door.

"It's here. He whispered.

He reached out and pushed the door open. The thick wooden door remained untouched.

The elf suddenly became agitated, and he let go of his hand, allowing Linde to tilt to the side. He slammed his foot on the door.

There was a muffled thud that shook the walls, and the rudeness she had never seen before startled Naria.

Even though it didn't seem useful, the elf just kicked it silently. His face gradually became a little hideous.

"Seyana ......" Naria was a little frightened. I don't know how to stop it.

Rosa stood silently to the side, watching quietly.

The wooden door groaned, as if at last it had given up its resistance timidly in such a rage, and opened inward with a creak.

The room was brightly lit and cluttered with many things, but Sesyana didn't hesitate to go straight to the small wooden table beside the bed.

A pair of twin swords, between one-handed and short swords, sit haphazardly on the wooden table. But it is thinner than an ordinary short sword, and the dark green scabbard is wrapped with ancient patterns. The hilt carved with the fine runes was still as bright as it had been after years of wear and tear - it was Cesiana's twin swords.

The elf clenched his swords with a reverent expression like a prayerful devotee in the temple, then stretched out his arms and carried them back behind him.

As if the missing part of his soul had finally returned to its original place, Sesyana's face still had no expression, but the feeling had changed a lot...... More powerful, yet more inaccessible.

“...... This pair of swords is connected to my family's bloodline, and I can feel it when it's nearby. ”

Faced with Naria's wide, curious eyes, Sesyana reluctantly explained.

Naria clapped her hands in satisfaction: "Anyway, it's a good thing!"

A sword dancer without a sword is like a dragon without wings. Although the sword still cannot resist the magic...... But it's better than nothing!

The girl turned and looked around the room, amazed at its clutter...... and austere.

It was supposed to be a bedroom, with a sturdy but coarse wooden bed that looked old, a neatly laid bedding that had not been touched for a long time, a long table of the same wood on the other side that was barely decorated, even a little crooked, with a few fine ornaments scattered on the table, a silver goblet, and beside it lay the skeleton of an unknown bird, a few bunches of dried herbs, and a plate of milky powder...... There was also a snow-blue cloak on the stool next to the long table, as if the master had only left temporarily and would soon return.

It was indeed a mage's room, but it was completely out of place with this ornate and strange castle, and it would be fitting if it were to be found in some old and dilapidated wooden house deep in the forest.

A ridiculous thought popped into Naria's mind - maybe the whole castle was an illusion, when in fact it was really just a gloomy wooden house, and this room was the only real thing they had seen when they came here......

She shook her head, her gaze swept over the letterhead-like sheets of paper on the table, startled slightly, and then threw herself to the edge of the table, grabbed them, and squinted her eyes to make them—she certainly couldn't read the words full of metaphors and terms, but she recognized the distinctive handwriting.

On the ice field, Ed and Iss had brought back a few similar ones from the necromancer's cave, and she had curiously glanced over to them, and Ed had told her that the beautiful but fancy handwriting came from her father's fellow adventurer, the woman who had become a necromancer......

"Lydia......" she muttered out the ominous name, "it's Lydia Bell's handwriting!".

(To be continued......)