The Slayers
Chapter 175 (Season 4)

"Hey, kid, are you sure this is the way?" ask a middle-aged man to Norga.

"Of course, I'm sure," Norga replied with complete confidence. That's just the outside. If anyone could read one's mind, what he would see from Norga's mind was a chaotic and doubtful thought.

Norga had been walking without direction, without purpose. As he walked, he met some ordinary citizens who needed protection. Looking at Norga who was equipped with a heavy double hammer, the people unhesitatingly followed and placed full hope on Norga.

Norga didn't want to, but he couldn't leave an ordinary person behind. Moreover, he met a pair of mothers and children. Inevitably, Norga had to shoulder this heavy burden.

Right now, only instincts and a few splashes of luck could save him and the entourage behind him. Norga's greatest fortune is to meet Alan, or at least Alex.

"Other placements!?" shouted a young man in glasses. This young man always complained if he met a branching road.

"How's this? Hey, handsome! Please d-" A woman, who was about the same age as Norga and her work always teased Norga in asking. Not only that. Norga's hands were tightly hugged.

Before the woman finished her words, Norga cut off, "go here."

Norga pointed to the left without hesitation. If asked, why did you choose that path? Norga would directly answer instinct. For some reason, Norga felt he would meet someone familiar to him if he turned that direction.

'Click, meet people ... Plis meet people ... Plis meet ....' With hope at the tip of the horn, Norga turned left. In an instant, his eyes widened. Overflowing pleasure filled Norga.

Although from a distance, he could see there was a silhouette, about three to five people. However, Norga realized that something was happening between those people. It seems that one of them is under attack.

Norga, without warning, galloped towards the group of people. The closer, the clearer the faces. There were two faces that he remembered, first was the face of a middle-aged man who should have looked friendly and friendly. However, what he saw now was a disgusting perverted face. One more thing, is the face of the woman who every time she sees, there must be a spark of revenge arising in her chest.

It was, at the same time, his most beautiful, worst childhood friend, as well as being his current classmate, Grace Randell.

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A few moments before.

Grace Randell, along with Derus, surrounds the labyrinth in confusion and without direction. This continued until one of them fell down due to exhaustion.

"How is this, people are already on edge. There are no clues about the exit yet!" A female Slayer complained. Her name is Ina, a mage.

"Patience, Miss, we can do it!" The optimistic Derus encouraged Ina. Even so, nothing has changed. Everything was exhausted and the exit was completely invisible. It feels like a way out like a mirage.

That guess didn't show up until now. But Grace never gave up. He has to go home, his sister has to go home, and Johan has to go home. That's what's important to him.

"Grace ... Are you listening to me?"

"Aah?" Grace who was too focused, gasped at the clap on the shoulder by Derus. "I'm sorry, I seem to be focusing too much."

"No, it's okay. You've been trying a lot."

Grace breathed a deep breath. Within him, he felt fear. Scared if she couldn't find her sister or her brother. She was afraid she could not find her family.

Thinking about it made his heart ache. Thinking about it as well, made Grace even more motivated to try to find a way out.

"Come on everyone, let's try a little more! It's possible, we could find a way out, or, at the very least, we could meet more people!"

Free. That's a wasted sentence. They, whether listening or not, were completely unmoved. At most, it is answered with the words, "silence!"

It gives Grace a headache. The headache was forcibly removed. This is not the time to feel a headache. The goal is to go home.

"It's okay, Grace, you've been trying. At best they will take the initiative to walk." Derus the optimist is still encouraging.

"Yes," Grace replied briefly. Then go away. "I'll try to find a clue."

Hearing that, Derus showed great admiration, "woah, very diligent! So more baby, deh!"

Strange-sounding words in Grace's ear. But he ignored it quickly. At least, until Derus approached her from behind and whispered.

"Because there is a possibility for us not to get out of here, then ... Let me taste you a little, okay?"

The deg!

All in all, Grace's body became goosebumps and spontaneously wanted to get away. But, it was too late, because his wrist had already been gripped by Derus.