"Wait!"

The heartstrings were tense, and Lu Sien pressed the little wizard, and the sword in his right hand with exposed muscles was unsheathed: "Wait, they may not be ......"

In the next second, a loud bang came from behind him!

"Bell ——!"

The silver light flashed, and the gray-eyed young man who turned back suddenly, the fire burst between the blades of the short sword.

"Luceen ——?!"

At the exclamation of the little wizard, the blade of the sword, which was barely parried by the gray-eyed boy, had already slashed in front of him, and it was only a millimeter away from the tip of his nose.

The other party didn't seem to expect such a small man to be able to parry his attack with one hand, and his distorted expression was shocked and angry: "What are you doing in a daze, catch that trickster!"

Heavy and chaotic footsteps came from outside the door, judging by the sound alone, there were definitely not a dozen!

Lusen's color changed suddenly, and his free left hand flipped over, and the silver blade fell into his palm from the sheath behind his back, and slashed at the opponent's face with his backhand.

"Bell ——!"

The sound of the sharp blade playing, accompanied by the footsteps that had approached him, the gray-eyed young man who didn't look back roared behind him:

"Let's go ——!"

The nervous little wizard didn't have time to think...... The moment she rushed out, the metal collided with notes that rang out in a hurry again.

There was not even a break in breathing, not even time to think.

It's like a musical note on a string!

The blue pupils stared at him, and Ain Rand, who had only hesitated for a second, resolutely turned around and ran wildly in the direction of the Heavenly Dome Palace.

Now is not the time to hesitate, no matter what, the evidence must be sent to Loren's hands first, to the council hall of the Heavenly Dome Palace.

He brought not only a stack of parchment, but also the life and death of Lussack Corvo and hundreds of wizards, and even the entire wizarding class of the imperial capital!

The little wizard who didn't know that Lussac Kovo had committed suicide only thought of Thran Kovo's expression on the verge of collapse and the promise he had made to him.

Maybe that idiot never thought that the little wizard who had never spoken would know exactly what he was doing.

The back of leaving in a hurry every night, the frowning brow when he came back every time, and the face that was always full of confidence, as if nothing could knock him down...... They had never paid attention to the blue eyes that had never left his figure from beginning to end.

Ain knows Loren well, even better than he does... The guy who never cares, always smiles, but has a proud and extremely fragile self-esteem.

All in all, a who likes to pretend.

Maybe it's because I'm too confident, or maybe I didn't think I'd let one go...... Most of the thugs had already poured into the house, and there were very few people standing outside.

"Someone's going to run!"

The informant who was left outside, a garrison soldier who had sold the map to Lusen, howled at the top of his voice, his bow already raised, his bow drawn and his arrows drawn.

From the stumbling Al Yin to the tip of the arrow, it was only a dozen steps, and it was only a blink of an eye for the arrow.

At that moment, the little wizard who raised his right hand tapped his right hand, and the white light flew silently in front of the informant's eyes.

Just... It's just a "firefly spell".

"Ah——!!!!h

With the sudden white light, as soon as the screaming informant shot an arrow in his hand, Ain's petite figure had already pounced in front of him and knocked him to the ground.

"Catch him!"

"Quick, don't let that guy run away!"

"Something is on this guy!"

The thugs, who finally came to their senses, rushed from all sides, shouting and waving their weapons in a mess, and hyenas flocked to Ayn Rand who was desperate for him.

The little wizard standing in place was unhurried, and when he grabbed the bow and arrows, his right hand had already twisted three arrows, his blue pupils quickly swept over the fierce faces, and the left hand that raised the bow took out a bottle of ignition at the same time.

At this moment, in the eyes of Ain Rand, the vicious thugs have become the hypocritical faces of the Holy Cross Church!

Ebolden, Royal Wizarding Academy, Apothecary's Guild...... Every tragedy, every chaos, there are people who shout "Holy Cross", mixing their selfishness.

It can't go on like this... Ain's cheeks flashed with determination, and his slender hands held the bow and arrows flat, and his right elbow was raised slightly.

Zhang Gong.

Arrows.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight, seven, six...... Ain's eyes had narrowed into a slit, and his fingers rubbed lightly, and his right hand, which was holding the arrow, was easily opened.

The bowstring rattled.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The flask that was hit in mid-air turned into fragments, and the igniter that burst out exploded, turning into a huge red fireball!

The sudden flames and screams from the front row made the thugs who rushed up very "wisely" choose to stand where they are, or simply hide in front of them and flee backwards.

The smoke cleared, and the petite figure standing in place had long since disappeared without a trace.

...........................................................................

"Bell ——!"

The blade broke through the wind, and between the firelight, a black figure appeared in the middle of the road out of thin air!

Instead of running away, the gray-eyed boy ran straight into the first panicked thug standing in front of him.

"Bell ——!"

The sharp blade of his right hand parried the opponent's battle axe, and then in the gap, the thin figure had already fallen into the arms of the enemy.

One! sword! piercing! bore!

With a scream, the sharp blade stuck between the enemy's ribs, and Lusen, who couldn't pull it out, grabbed the tomahawk directly, kicked it away the moment before the enemy's corpse fell, and pounced on the second opponent again.

With a flip of his left hand, the gray-eyed young man holding the short sword behind him slashed his throat with a sword, and the blood gushing out of it stained his inky blue bangs and his still immature cheeks, and the battle axe in his right hand had been removed.

Blade through the sky!

"Bang ——!"

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the skulls of the thugs who had not had time to scream had been smashed to pieces, and they collapsed to the ground in a burst of exclamations, and the splintered bones and bright red colors were everywhere.

Not enough, far from enough......

The silver-gray pupils became colder and more ferocious, and the figures in the pupils seemed to have ceased to be enemies, but prey after prey.

Ain Rand hasn't gone far yet, and there is still a chance that he will be caught up by this group of guys... All you can do is leave them all here.

Not a single one left.

And then... Then go and catch up with Lord Ain, who has already run away, use his brother's sword to open the gate of the Heavenly Dome Palace, and put the evidence in the hands of Lord Loren.

That's the plan.

The only thing a wizard guard can do is "kill......

But as long as it is "his" will, as long as it is his command, as long as it is for him......

No matter who it is, no matter how many there are, no matter how strong it is, no matter where it is......

Such... is worthy of being a sword in the hands of Lord Loren Turin!

"Bell ——!"

Blocking the opponent's attack with one hand, Lusen's sword in his left hand stabbed his entire head from the jaw from the bottom up, and the blade stabbed out from the top of his skull.

"Bell ——!"

A furious shout came, and the cold-eyed gray-eyed boy parried with his sword, and pinched the opponent's neck alive with his right hand.

"Bell ——!"

The heavy wooden hammer smashed into his back, and the silent Lusen tore open the veins in the opponent's thigh the moment he fell to the ground.

"Bell ——!"

In the blink of an eye, a flying arrow grazed Lusen's neck, and the dagger in his left hand was out of his hand, and a silver flash flashed, and the dagger pierced straight into the center of the archer's face, and the blood-stained blade protruded from the back of his head.

The thugs, who had the absolute advantage, finally noticed their opponent... It doesn't seem to be an ordinary guard or squire.

Obviously, they are the one with more people, and it is clear that the other party is just a teenager and a half-year-old, and the small man is only up to their chests......

But why are they really suppressed, slaughtered, and ravaged?!

In the empty alley, the gray-eyed boy who staggered slowly got up, and was surrounded by more and more thugs in the middle of the alley.

Obviously, there was no blade in his hand, but still no one dared to take half a step forward.

"Come on... Go on, ......."

Wiping the blood off his face, the cold-eyed Lu Sien turned his face sideways, and his still immature voice was terrifying:

"Who's next?"