Someone ran up the stairs, their steps dancing. Hitarian could imagine the panic on the other side. There were no adventurers or cross knights attacking the city nearby, but a loud noise erupted above them, and a few minutes later, the ground was still shaking with aftershocks. If Hitarian hadn't cast magic on herself, she would have fled away like a headless fly.
But Lord Ozzie Cranky ordered her to stay here and ensure that the place was absolutely safe. Hitarian recognized the stabilizing rune on the wall, but she wasn't sure if it had the range to encompass the entire room. Do I need to stand against the wall? Or sit in a chair? If the ceiling falls, will the stabilization rune still work? She felt that if they were really safe, the "weird expert" would not leave alone - the enemy had broken into the cathedral and could not be dealt with by the guards, and Lord Oz had to go to help.
The panicked fugitive approached the door, and Hitarian tried to hold his breath, but he smelled a scent of perfume. It is impossible for a clergyman to sprinkle perfume. She peeked through the crack in the door and saw a large piece of silk cake tumbling forward.
Hitarian opened the door and said, "Legla?"
"Lingote!" The girl quickly rushed into the door and pressed her tear-filled cheek to Shitarian's neck. Her bloated skirt was torn by the handle. "You're still here! Gaia save me, you're still here!"
I don't want to be here. Hitarian thought that the outbreak of fighting had disrupted all plans, so the "eccentric expert" decided to return to the school immediately. They had almost entered the staircase, but Lord Oz suddenly changed his mind and disappeared without her. At first, Hitarian guessed that he was probably going to rescue mysterious items in the cathedral, but then she opened a box not far away and found that all the experimental equipment was inside.
Without a law wizard to control the magic, she could only stare at the formation diagram. No matter how many methods the school uses to improve her qualities as a mysterious creature, the acquisition of knowledge cannot be achieved overnight.
"Lingote." Legla was still sobbing, "What should I do?"
"Stop crying." She had to use magic to calm her friend's emotions, "What happened? Didn't Janakos take you back a long time ago?"
"The mentor drove me back," Legla cried. "She hated my dress and said she would never accept a married girl as an apprentice."
"Are you married, Legla?"
"It's just an engagement. My father originally wanted to marry me to a fifty-year-old baron. When I became eligible to stay in the school, he told me that the engagement was cancelled." But most of Legela's mentors didn't like to hear her explanation. School wizards have their own rules, but despite this, there are too many apprentices fighting for a spot. "Why would she know?"
Of course it was because of the snitches, the people who were not selected. Regela is an innocent illegitimate daughter of a noble, but Hitarian is not. But she didn't tell the truth, and the truth couldn't comfort Legla. "The School of Silence will investigate our origins. Well, don't be sad, you can just go home."
But Legla was not at all as cheerful as she was on the streets. "No, please, I won't go back." She opened her eyes wide, as if magic could not calm her emotions. "Father will marry me to that old man again. Please, Hitarian, don't drive me away. You are my friend, my only friend."
Hitarian was moved by these words. "I will never drive you away, Regla. I will mention you to Lord Oz. But not now. We have to wait for him to come back first."
"You swear, Hitarian! You swear."
"I swear."
"Oh, dear Lingot, I really can't bear it anymore." After the magic expired, Legla hugged her shoulders and cried. It would be good for her to vent on her own.
Hitarian helped her sit down on the box, and then hurried to the door. There was no one around. Maybe we could sneak out without anyone noticing. Everyone was busy, and no one had time to look at the two wizard apprentices. This is a good opportunity to escape from the church, escape from the battlefield... Why not go further? I can leave the School of Silence and take Legla back to Byrne. Lady Liana of the Bronze Gears will accept Regla if Hitarian asks. At that time, Legla will be able to get rid of her fiancé and get a new life.
The shouts of death outside the skylight made her stop. It is true that the chair in the wizard's treasury gave Hitarian some fighting power, but when she raised her sword, she couldn't even defeat a mortal of her age. The difference lies in how to use it, Ozzie Cranky said. You have no training and you can't use it even if you have the strength. But it doesn't matter, the wizards won't let her go to the battlefield anyway, so there's no need to train her in combat skills. This was the only consensus reached between the wizards of the school and Byrne's leader, and Hitarian was secretly grateful.
"Oh my God." Legela stood beside her at some point, sniffing and muttering, "There's a war going on outside. How did Anti-Angle City become like this?"
"Who knows? It's none of our business."
"Will the enemy enter the cathedral?"
"I don't know that either." Hitarian answered truthfully, "But before, I thought you were a soldier who broke into the city."
"I don't have that ability. You said Mr. Oz is here? We probably don't have to worry. Where did he go?"
"He asked me to stay here and said nothing else." Hitarian looked at the magic lines on the soles of his feet and suddenly discovered a problem. "Legla, did you come back here from the cathedral's staircase?" Then she should appear next to me.
"No, Janakos wants me to come back by boat. But I don't dare go home!"
So she came to me. Hitarian understood. This makes more sense. I wish I had Uriel's ability to detect lies, so I wouldn't have to be suspicious. "Gaia bless you, Legla, you were very wise not to go back. There is a war outside, but it is peaceful here..."
There was a loud noise and her words got stuck in her throat. The room shook violently, and the runes were obscured by the falling mud. Regla screamed at the top of her voice, and Hitarian wanted to shout too. She used her last courage to cast magic on two people, but the magic refused to obey her, forcing her to try again and again.
Finally she succeeded, freeing herself from the pull of fear. The two apprentices fled to the door, hesitating whether to step out. The vibrations came from the ceiling, and Hitarian could feel the high-level mysteries colliding above her head. This was the reason why she had no confidence in the stable runes. Shakes and earthquakes can't destroy a room, but magic definitely can. She couldn't imagine what the siege soldiers would do to the two young girls after they were discovered. "We can't wait for this place to collapse," Legla said. "We have to escape to the stairs."
"Lord Oz will not be able to find us!"
"Let's go find him first, Hitarian. Please, we'll die if we stay here."
"It's the same when you go outside. I'm a doctor, not a soldier. There are still guards in the cathedral." But Hitarian still opened the door. No matter what, they had to find another place to hide. "I don't know where Mr. Cranky is. He may have to walk a long way. Do you have any other clothes inside?"
The illegitimate female apprentice pointed to the marble column near the flower window, and the two winged Norns stretched their arms out of the mural and handed each other flowers. "My luggage is all there."
The wizard's apprentice's robe is far more comfortable than the skirt, and at least it looks like he can run faster. Although Hitarian has no purpose, she can rely on fire to avoid the mysterious creatures at war. As she passed the main hall, she saw the bodies of two knights of the cross lying on the steps, and a lame tramp trying to take off the belt buckle of his armor. His hands were covered in blood, and even his knees and toes were soaked in blood. After catching a glimpse of them, the tramp grabbed the corpse's dagger and stepped up the steps.
Hitarian stayed where he was, watching the blade approaching him. Compared with the several trainings she had experienced in Bayern, the current situation was really sudden. Perhaps this was the time to react, but she had no idea how.
The homeless man stepped onto the tiled corridor, but slipped and fell to the ground due to the blood on his soles. For a time, his disability and injury caused him to struggle in place. Hitarian watched him intently and waved. The homeless man looked for a point of stress to support his upper body while groping for the dropped knife.
But a hand beat him to it, and then inserted the blade into his back. The tramp shuddered, then the hand drew out the knife and stabbed him in the shoulder again. Dark red blood overflowed from the gap between the flesh and the back of the knife, like a fork piercing a cake and cream emerging. The scene didn't seem too scary.
The homeless man was still struggling, throwing his arms back, trying to stop the hand. But this only caused the back of his hand to touch the other's leg. "Lingote." Legla screamed and withdrew her hand, stabbing him in the throat. The tramp lowered his head and stopped moving. "Lingott!" But she was still screaming.
Hitarian woke up from a dream and quickly cast magic on them. Legla's movements froze in mid-air, and the dagger fell from her fingers and fell next to the corpse. Her face was as pale as the floor tiles. Hitarian grabbed his friend and stumbled away into the hallway.
She moved forward purely on instinct, and before she knew it she was back in front of the altar. It is never open to outsiders, unless the Pope personally performs a ceremony for pilgrims. But when Hitarian and the "Weird Expert" stayed inside yesterday, no cleric came to stop them. Now that the cathedral has been invaded, no one will be guarding the entrance. Why am I here? She thought as she ran, gradually regaining her senses.
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"Lingott," said Ozzie Cranky, "you shouldn't be here."
Hitarian could not speak. At the end of her field of vision, in the center guarded by layers of silver flames, the dark knight grabbed the sacred vessel enshrined under the canopy and gently pulled it out of its scabbard. The sound is smooth and pleasant. The monks say it is worth as much as the lost scripture...
But Hitarian didn't care about value, she just wanted to go home.
