Published: July 3, 2025
That day, in a rare occurrence, the head of the alliance delegation, Robert Pirlo, visited the neighboring kingdom's delegation lodge from early in the morning.
He decided to speak directly with the head of the kingdom delegation, Hugh, about a matter that was under secret surveillance.
Grown, the captain of Robert Pirlo's guard, was outside the royal lodge.
He was going back and forth between the kingdom lodge and the alliance lodge.
The scene was witnessed completely by coincidence by the three members of "Room 10."
A knight was being attacked by four men in black outfits.
Moreover, that knight was someone they recognized.
"The captain of the former king's guard?"
"That's Grown, right?"
"I've seen his training, and he's quite skilled with the sword."
Nils, Eto, and Amon said as they started running toward Grown.
However, Grown, who was praised for his sword skills, was taken down in an instant.
The four who knocked him down seized Grown's sword and tried to run away.
Swish, swish, swish, swish.
Eto assembled and launched arrows in quick succession from the repeating crossbow he had mounted on his left arm while running.
One arrow pierced a man's left hamstring.
Another pierced the back of another man.
The other two missed.
Considering he shot while running, his accuracy was quite impressive.
In fact, the man who was hit in the left leg fell.
As he passed by that man, Nils kicked him in the head to knock him unconscious.
He must have been watching as Grown was attacked.
Several members of the kingdom's guards were also running after them.
They seemed to be part of the c-rank party "Heavenly Mountain."
They could leave the capture to them.
The three from "Room 10" continued to chase after the three men in black without slowing down.
They turned into several alleys.
With each turn, they noticed that the paths were becoming narrower.
It was not a good trend.
If the path became too narrow, they could easily be blocked by simple obstacles....
As expected...
Crash.
Many boards that were propped up fell, blocking the way of the three.
But in that instant.
Eto instantly stopped, took a breath, and shot an arrow that pierced the arm of the man holding the bag with Grown's sword.
Moreover...
Bam!
With gunpowder.
The man's arm didn't get torn off, but the shock caused the bag with the sword to fall to the ground.
The men hastily tried to pick up that bag.
Prioritizing the recovery of the sword over escaping....
"Is that sword really that important?"
Upon hearing that voice, the man who had recovered was shocked.
The light-footed swordsman among the three, who they thought had been left behind, was now on this side of the fallen boards.
It was Amon.
With movements reminiscent of a tightrope walker, he dodged the boards like wall running and landed there.
"Fireball!"
Zhu!
Amon slashed through the Fireball cast by one of the men in black.
At the same time, another man in black flashed a dagger he pulled from his pocket and attacked Amon.
Amon evaded the horizontal sweep of the dagger by moving his feet precisely.
At a distance that was definitely out of reach.
He didn't just barely dodge.
Because those kinds of guys sometimes poison their daggers.
With experience, Amon had learned to differentiate between wide evasion and precise evasion.
However, if he evaded widely, it would delay his counterattack.
That couldn't be helped.
And there was no need to rush.
Time was on their side.
Right now, it was the three men in black who were in a hurry.
They wanted to recover the bag containing Grown's sword and leave as soon as possible.
Because the longer they waited, the greater the chance the pursuers would come...
First, Nils kicked aside the boards blocking the path and joined the fray.
"You bought us some time, Amon."
"No, you blew all those boards away; that's amazing."
Nils praised him, and Amon was impressed.
"It'll help those who come after us."
Nils understood that the longer they took, the more advantageous it would be.
A brief standoff.
The first to move was, as expected, the men in black.
"Fireball, Fireball, Fireball!"