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Above the dark night.
Against the backdrop of the bright moon.
A figure sat quietly on a corner of the rooftop.
Quietly watching the street below where a battle was about to happen.
"How did you find me?"
Lanson, who was lying in the corner of the street pretending to be asleep.
Who was also Wehrlos, the homeless man from the Shadow Special Forces, said in a low voice.
While lifting the discarded newspaper covering his face.
"Do you remember the gold coin I gave you?"
Frieren looked calmly at Lanson.
She spoke softly.
"I remember."
Lanson nodded slightly but immediately wanted to ask another question.
He remembered he had already given the gold coin to Master Levi as repayment.
There shouldn't be anything on him that could reveal his identity.
"Good that you remember..."
"It has nothing to do with that."
Frieren curved the corner of her mouth.
And made a cold joke.
This was a joke Yulian taught her.
"You've changed a lot, Frieren."
Lanson realized he had been teased.
But he wasn't angry.
Instead, after a few seconds of silence.
He spoke with emotion.
"You weren't like this eighty years ago."
"So you remembered..." Frieren smiled slightly.
Lanson nodded gently.
He already knew how he had been discovered.
Eighty years ago, it was when he was helping the Himmel the Hero's party recapture the northern border of the Empire.
It was just that he didn't expect Frieren to remember so clearly.
Even though he had changed his appearance.
He was still recognized.
A rustling sound echoed in the air.
"Don't move!"
It was Lanson, who was subtly taking steps to slowly approach Frieren.
But he was undoubtedly met with Frieren's reprimand.
Frieren, holding her staff pointed at Lanson, had a serious expression.
As if Lanson made any rash move.
Countless spells would be hurled fiercely at him!
"Frieren..."
"Do you know?"
Lanson obediently didn't move.
But his eyes were quietly watching behind Frieren.
There was an unbelievably fast figure there.
Rapidly approaching from behind Frieren without a sound!
"What?"
Frieren had a bad feeling.
She gently furrowed her brow.
As if suddenly sensing something, she immediately raised her staff and turned back sharply.
"Too late."
Lanson said calmly.
As if he had already sealed the fate of everything.
The one who ambushed Frieren was naturally Sister Lore.
Having practiced her movement techniques diligently since childhood, under the Empire's requirements and training, she aimed to become the best Shadow Warrior.
She even abandoned the right to choose Magic.
Becoming the only person who wouldn't emit any mana fluctuations.
Even her footsteps were barely perceptible due to her agile and light posture.
A very simple tactic.
Lanson and Lore, one deliberately exposed a weakness.
The other took the opportunity to ambush.
It was too late...
Watching Lore, who was holding a cold glinting dagger and had already leaped up.
Lore, who was only a short meter away from her.
Frieren calmly closed her eyes for a moment.
"Boom!"
A huge sound suddenly rang out.
The pain Frieren expected did not come.
When she opened her eyes again.
She saw Lore, whose arm was grazed.
Lore, who had already retreated to Lanson's side.
Looking up at the sky together with Lanson.
The sky?
Frieren followed her gaze.
And saw the man who had been gone for a long time, yet was still familiar.
Under the bright moon.
He sat casually on a corner of the eaves.
Withdrew the hand he had raised in the air.
"Demons."
Lanson had, at some point, raised the long spear that had accompanied him in battles.
His aura was constantly rising.
"What a quick reaction."
Yulian lightly leaped to Frieren's side.
And stood side by side with Frieren, confronting the two people opposite them.
Speaking of confrontation.
But Yulian didn't really put much effort into it.
It was true that the Shadow Special Forces had a strong restraint on Mages.
But don't forget.
He, Yulian, was also a good hand at close combat.
Even when facing a strong opponent like Rivale, the Bloody God of War.
Yulian wouldn't be at a disadvantage at all.
"You are indeed here."
Frieren pursed her lips and smiled gently.
She clearly didn't feel very nervous.
But at the moment Yulian appeared and defused Lore's ambush.
She still couldn't help but feel relieved.
Just as Lanson said.
Frieren felt that she seemed to have changed.
She was supposed to be an emotionally insensitive elf.
But after spending a long time with Yulian.
She didn't know when it started.
She also became a little less insensitive.
"Frieren, are you actually colluding with the Demons?"
"No wonder the Empire wants to eliminate you."
Lanson angrily raised the long spear in his hand.
His eyes held strong disdain.
"Huh?"
Yulian was stunned for a moment.
And asked with some confusion.
"Doesn't anyone think my entrance just now was cool?"
"Also, Frieren, how did you know I was in the Imperial Capital?"
Yulian put away the cool and flashy demeanor he had upon appearing.
Some people are just like this.
The moment he opens his mouth, you know what he's like.
Whether he wants to act cool.
Or do whatever.
As soon as he opens his mouth.
The originally great atmosphere is completely gone.
"I won't tell you."
Frieren slightly tilted her pale neck.
With a hint of smugness.
She couldn't possibly say it was because a feeling in her heart told her Yulian was here, could she?
Words like that.
Frieren couldn't say them.
"You two!"
Lanson was furious.
He put the long spear on his back.
After getting ready, it looked like he wanted to charge over at any moment.
"Wehrlos..."
"Should we retreat first?"
"The two of us are probably no match."
Lore covered her arm with a haggard expression.
She was originally only good at ambushing.
Now that she was exposed, it could be said that her threat to Frieren and Yulian was almost zero.
"Retreat?"
Lanson was slightly moved.
His rationality, which had been clouded by Yulian's appearance, also slightly recovered.
"Retreat?"
He also said the word retreat.
But Yulian couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth.
With a contemptuous smile.
"Do you think I'll let you go?"
Yulian's gaze gradually turned cold.
His gaze towards the two was like looking at two dead people.
He wouldn't let go of anyone from the Shadow Special Forces or the Magic Agent Team.
Whether it was for Serie or for that future that didn't happen.
Yulian wouldn't let them go.
In these old timelines.
They were people who deserved death ten thousand times over!
"Wind!"
Lanson moved!
His short figure wielding the long spear had a momentum like a rainbow!
"Clang!"
The Hero's sword was slowly drawn from its sheath by Yulian.
Before Lanson was about to attack the two of them.
Yulian charged up with a grin, swinging his sword!
He wasn't in a hurry for the so-called victory.
Before victory.
Tormenting the two of them slightly.
Was Yulian's revenge on them!
At the same time.
Übel and Land, who were originally flying in the sky and escaping, also met their opponent.
The Deputy Captain of the Magic Agent Team who had returned - Kanone.
"I didn't say you could leave."
"Or rather, even if I wanted to let you escape..."
"We still have to fight with all our might..."
"Do you understand?"
Kanone calmly blocked the sky in front of Übel and Land.
She lightly held the Magic staff in her hand, but it brought Übel mountain-like pressure.
This person was much stronger than Neu, who had captured her and Land...
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