Chapter 51: Unexpected Allies in a Hostile City

“Ah—”

A piercing scream suddenly erupted from behind me.

Turning back, I witnessed Camila, who had been relentlessly pursuing us, crash headlong through the wall of a nearby house, remaining buried in the debris.

“Who’s ambushing me!”

The enraged roar of the Succubus reverberated from within the pile of shattered stone.

This time, I clearly saw two streaks of white light swiftly flash and penetrate the rubble, followed by a prolonged, anguished wail from the demon.

“Who is it…?”

Sally, too, had observed the attack, and tracing the origin of the white light, she spotted two figures standing on a rooftop to our left.

One of the figures struck me as vaguely familiar; they made a distinct gesture towards us, pointing to the base of the nearest slender, towering structure, then gracefully leaped off the rooftop, vanishing in an instant.

“Are they signaling for us to find them there?” Sally prompted me, her voice hushed.

“Understood.”

I replied, casting a quick glance back at Camila.

While she didn’t appear to be gravely injured, it seemed she would be temporarily unable to extricate herself from the stone pile.

Swiftly, I took Sally, soaring over the rooftops into an adjacent alleyway, then navigating several intricate turns before finally shaking off our pursuer completely.

“Quickly, conceal your wings! Otherwise, we’ll easily be discovered again.”

No sooner had my feet touched the ground than Sally’s urgent reminder reached me, leaving us with no choice but to proceed on foot towards the towering structure the mysterious figure had indicated.

“Who was that figure?” I whispered to Sally as we hurried along.

When we first entered this city, our hope had been to locate a lone monster; now, paradoxically, I fervently wished we wouldn’t encounter another one.

“It looked like Amos.”

Sally hadn’t clearly identified them either, yet she seemed to have discerned a crucial clue from their movements and combat skills.

“Amos? How could he possibly be here?” I thought I had misheard, for Sally and I had, after all, transmigrated to this enigmatic place.

Moreover, wasn’t Amos supposed to be at the border front with Aruk? It simply couldn’t be him.

“Could you be mistaken?”

“I think I might be too.” Even Sally herself found it difficult to trust her own instincts.

“But the archery stance and the sheer force of the arrows were so strikingly similar to his…”

“You saw those were arrows?”

I turned back in genuine surprise.

I had never known what the white light was, only now hearing Sally confirm they were indeed arrows.

“Yes, you probably didn’t notice because your attention was entirely focused on that Succubus.”

Sally responded with unwavering certainty.

“I noticed after the very first attack. That particular kind of light clearly indicated arrows imbued with light magic, which is Amos’s signature technique.”

If that were the case, then it truly could be Amos.

I immediately recalled the familiar sensation I’d experienced when I first glimpsed the figure.

“Never mind, let’s stop speculating. We’ll know once we arrive anyway.”

I couldn’t fathom how Amos could have possibly ended up in this place.

Had he transmigrated as well? That would be utterly preposterous!

Guided by the massive tower, we wouldn’t get lost, no matter how intricate the labyrinthine alleyways became.

After roughly half an hour of frantic running through the winding streets, we finally reached the base of the tower.

Remarkably, we hadn’t seen a single shadow of a monster along the entire route.

This area was a sprawling circular plaza, centered around the base of the tower, utterly devoid of any other buildings or facilities, and not a single soul was in sight.

Sally and I stood rather foolishly at the edge, utterly unsure of our next move.

“There!”

Suddenly, I caught sight of a figure waving at us from the entrance of another alleyway to our left.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I rushed over with Sally.

“Amos!”

Rounding the corner, we immediately saw the true face of the figure, and it was indeed him.

“It’s really you two? Flora and Sally!”

Amos, upon seeing us after we lifted our hoods, was equally astonished.

Encountering familiar faces in a place swarming with dangerous monsters filled both Sally and me with such overwhelming excitement that we nearly shed tears of relief.

“Shh! Keep your voices down.”

The figure made a distinct shushing gesture at us, then led us deeper into the alleyway.

“How did you end up in this place?” Sally was the first to voice the question that burned in our minds.

“Honestly, I’m just as surprised to find you two here.”

Amos said softly to us as he continued walking ahead.

“What exactly is this place?” I couldn’t restrain myself either, throwing out another pressing question.

It felt as though there were countless questions demanding answers, and for a moment, I hardly knew which one to prioritize.

“Let’s get to our hiding spot first, then we can talk.” It was evident that Amos also harbored many questions for us, but he possessed superior patience and managed to hold his tongue.

“Our?” I seized upon the pivotal keyword he had used.

“You’re not alone?”

“That’s right, we have a small team, and we’re all currently within this city.” His reply filled Sally and me with profound elation.

The unexpected presence of so many allies significantly boosted our collective sense of security.

“So Brook is here too?” I immediately thought of the red-haired individual who had joined the army alongside him.

“Brook isn’t here, actually. He didn’t come to this place with us.”

To my surprise, Amos shook his head, delivering a definitive negative answer.

“Oh, I see.” I felt a slight pang of disappointment, having harbored a fleeting hope of encountering another familiar face.

“We’re here.”

Amos led us through a bewildering network of turns, finally stopping before a modest row of houses situated near the city wall.

“Where is it?”

Sally and I exchanged bewildered glances, seeing no one else on the seemingly deserted street.

“Just a moment.”

Amos said, walking to and stopping in front of the second door from the corner of the street.

He then lightly tapped three times on the door, paused for a second, then tapped once more.

The door gently creaked open from the inside.

He gestured for us to enter, then stepped inside first.

As I crossed the threshold, peering eagerly into the dimly lit room, I heard, “Get in quickly!”

Then, I felt a firm hand pull both Sally and me inside, and the door behind us quietly, yet swiftly, shut.

“Which of them is the angel you mentioned?”

No sooner had we entered the room than we found ourselves surrounded by several individuals.

Counting them, there were five in total, including Amos.

Among them were two girls and two boys, all appearing quite youthful.

Only one boy, who resembled a seasoned swordsman and possessed striking good looks, seemed slightly more mature.

The question came from one of the girls, who was approximately Sally’s age and also dressed as a mage.

She appeared rather charming, holding a magic staff, but her attire didn’t suggest any affiliation with the church.

“It should be her.” The other girl, clad in a tight-fitting outfit, pointed directly at me and replied.

She was, in fact, the one who had pulled Sally and me in earlier.

The fact that she could recognize me as an angel at a glance strongly suggested she might have been the other enigmatic figure on the rooftop.

“Huh? But she doesn’t have wings?” The mage girl circled me with genuine curiosity, as if meticulously searching for my concealed wings.

“I’ve retracted them.” I felt a peculiar prickling sensation on my scalp.

At this moment, apart from Amos and Sally, almost every pair of eyes in the room was intently fixed on me.

“Wings can be retracted?” Everyone immediately started murmuring amongst themselves, seemingly encountering this revelation for the very first time.

“She looks injured!” Another boy, carrying a sturdy shield, pointed to the wound on my right shoulder.

He, too, had a sword at his waist, identical to mine.

I looked down, only then realizing that my cloak and the garments beneath it had been shredded by the whip.

Although Sally had administered some treatment earlier, the injury hadn’t fully healed and was still throbbing with pain.

Fortunately, it was no longer bleeding, and I had regained full sensation, even able to move my shoulder with relative ease.

“I didn’t even notice you were hurt.”

Seeing my condition, Amos quickly guided me to a nearby table in the room, where I sat down and removed my outer cloak.

Sally, finally realizing the urgency of the situation, also quickly began to attend to my wounds.

“Let Erica do it; she’s a water mage.”

The girl in the tight-fitting outfit suggested.

Upon hearing this, the mage girl, whom I now knew as Erica, immediately came to my side, staff in hand, and softly chanted a complex incantation.

Soon, a brilliant blue light emanated from her staff.

I distinctly felt a vast amount of water elements gathering within it, appearing significantly more advanced than Sally’s rudimentary healing magic.

Indeed, under the luminous glow of that blue light, the wound on my shoulder began to heal at a visibly astonishing pace.

In just over ten seconds, it was completely cured, leaving not the slightest trace of a scar.

“That’s advanced water healing magic!”

Sally, standing beside me, had watched the entire process unfold, exclaiming with an expression of profound envy.

“Perhaps the Angel Adult should change clothes.”

After Erica completed the miraculous treatment, she offered Sally a subtle smile of acknowledgment, then conjured a fresh set of clothes out of thin air and courteously handed them to me.

‘They’re all rich people with storage rings…’

“Thank you…”

Taking the clothes, I suddenly felt a profound sense of gratification.

After being constantly called a ‘weak chicken angel’ by that little brat Sally day after day, someone was finally addressing me as ‘Angel Adult.’

“Hmph, no ambition.”

Sally, observing my pleased expression from the side, scoffed dismissively.

Hearing her, I shot her a fierce glare.

‘Did she really have to be so utterly disrespectful?’

“Is there somewhere I can change?” Under such intense, collective scrutiny, I naturally wouldn’t dare to change clothes publicly.

Since they remained silent, I took the initiative to inquire.

“There’s a small room there; you can go inside…” The swordsman-dressed boy finally spoke, pointing to a door situated in the corner of the room we currently occupied.

“You’re Alfred? The Fifth Legion’s Chief Swordsman of the Kingdom!”

It was only at this moment that Sally truly noticed the swordsman-dressed boy, suddenly becoming incredibly agitated.

“Wow! I admire you the most!”

‘At a critical juncture like this, she’s still fangirling!’

‘Where is your noble composure? Wasn’t Angelina supposed to be your greatest idol?’

I pursed my lips, watching Sally’s eyes sparkle with adoration as she loudly exclaimed at the boy, who seemed to be named Alfred, appearing as if she was about to eagerly pounce on him.

This made him visibly uncomfortable, as he continuously tried to subtly dodge away.

‘She changes her ‘husband’ so quickly!’

“Quiet down!”

The surrounding individuals, witnessing the scene, quickly intervened, with the two girls hastily restraining Sally to prevent any further undignified actions.

I chuckled softly to myself, then stood up and entered the small room.