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The chant sounded suddenly, and the fearless paladin unconsciously panicked. He remembered the bloodstains on Ed's face, and the hollow, blackened eye sockets of Bloomer Christus.

He didn't want to die so ugly at all...... It's inexplicable.

There was a biting chill from the place where the mist was entangled, and the temperature of the body was taken away little by little, just like ...... Just like the last time she almost died at Lydia's hands.

After the coldness that seemed as if the blood had been completely frozen, scorching flames roared from beneath the ice.

Fili heard himself let out a roar of rage—though it might sound more like a scream. In his gradually blurred consciousness, every slight sound around him could penetrate his head, and it sounded noisily.

Marshall was screaming and trying to stop his son, Andrew's chant was so ugly that it sounded like a ghost crying, and Lydia's low laughter floated around, roaring with rage...... Who's roaring then?

He couldn't tell the difference, the only clear thought was an angry curse and a name that he couldn't call.

The body sank suddenly, and the whole world quickly disappeared...... and pressed back firmly against him.

Filly subconsciously waved his limp limbs and fell back to the ground.

A sharp pain darkened his eyes - but at least he didn't break his neck unluckily. He got up in a daze, still holding the long sword in his hand, and without hesitation struck the young man with the hilt of the sword, who was still screaming.

He was weak, and the blow only made Andrew tilt his head without even looking at him.

Marshall's gaze at him was not angry, but surprised. The paladin didn't have the energy to think about the reason, but gritted his teeth and slammed his son's head again and again in front of his father.

Andrew's shrill chanting finally stopped, and Marshall, pale, hugged his fainted son to make sure he was still breathing, and then Filly nodded gratefully.

Filly grinned and staggered a few steps away. He remembered his strange ability that if Marshall had gratefully pounced on him and wanted to give him a hug, he would have turned into a sucked corpse in no time.

The severed air screeched, and there were already three more figures in the hall.

“...... I'm underestimating you, Mistress Nick Stobel. ”

Lydia's voice was still soft, but there was obvious anger.

Nick Storbel tugged at his tattered robe with a gloomy face, but did not respond.

He looked very embarrassed. The originally neat robe was burned out of holes of all sizes, and I don't know whether it was burned by fire or corroded by strong acid.

For different reasons, the two mages invariably ignored the other.

A small figure, not far away, stood not far away, the dagger in his hand was thrown up and down, but he didn't say a word.

Filly didn't see anything. But he was sure that without Nia Meyer, Stormbell would not have been able to drag Lydia out of her hiding place, and that Lydia's anger was probably due to the thief who had nearly sent her to hell...... Her erstwhile companions.

Nia's face was no better than Lydia's.

He stared at the female mage's still young, bloodless face. The thick black curls and the dark red dress set off a more showy and thrilling beauty than more than ten years ago.

Fili walked behind him in silence, slightly worried. So far, although there was some surprise, everything was still under control, but they didn't expect it to be Lydia. If Nia can't make a move......

More than ten years ago, it was he who stabbed Lydia to save Alan's life. But Filly knew that something was ...... The second time is always harder.

The paladin looked around and was not surprised to find that when the two mages confronted each other, the spiders on the side of the wall were not exactly where they were.

He almost wanted to thank the female mage, Lydia for being so proud that she didn't give a damn about them. But since death is assured, a mercenary like "Spider" will never sit idly by.

However, this also means that he has to treat these people as temporary allies, and he can't drag one of them over to restore his strength without guilt......

- What was he thinking?!

Fili was instantly frightened into a cold sweat by himself. Such thoughts are extremely dangerous, especially for a paladin. He's not one of those monsters who can only wander in the dark of night, feeding on life and flesh...... Or will he sooner or later degenerate to that point?

The fear that swells up is stronger than when you are on the verge of death. Fili involuntarily took a few steps back, away from Nia...... He can't get close to anyone.

Aware of this, Nia looked back at him quizzically. The paladin's dejected face made him break free from his memory—he still had a task to complete.

Lydia and Stobel still see him as nothing, seemingly unconcerned about what is happening around them. Duels between mages require absolute concentration, although Lydia doesn't seem to have Stallbell in mind...... After all, he was a disciple of the Stone Shaper, a well-known mage from the Great Mage Tower.

Nia took a deep breath and let out a long, loud whistle.

Lydia's long sleeves fluctuated like water—she couldn't remain indifferent.

"Was it you all along?" Nia said calmly, "where is that boy?"

"Why are you still so nosy?" Lydia sneered, finally turning her gaze to him, "Didn't I teach you a lesson in the ten years of hell?"

Nia shrugged unconcernedly.

"Actually, I'm having a pretty good time in hell. He threw up his dagger and caught it again. This magic dagger is an excellent weapon against mages...... But that's Lydia.

"I think that place is for you," he said, narrowing his eyes, his voice soft, fast, and sincere, "really." You're going to love it there. ”

"When I get there, I hope you can lead the way. Lydia replied softly, waving her hand like a pesky fly to stop Stobel's silent blow, "But not now, Nia...... Not now. ”

That nonchalant attitude was probably more frustrating than the ease with which she took the blow. The mage took a step back with a gloomy face, and the brief incantation stirred up a diamond-like glow on his plain black staff, too bright to look at.

Nia gripped her dagger and hurried forward after a brief hesitation.

. (To be continued.) )