Full-Scale War? Freya Familia!

A murderous atmosphere permeated the streets.

"Cough, cough..."

A weak, feminine voice let out a short, sharp cough.

The elf with long, emerald-green hair leaned against the wall, her deep green attire clinging tightly to her body.

The white robe she had originally worn over it was stained with large patches of bright red.

Her right hand clutched her precious Staff to her chest, while her left hand pressed weakly against the wound on her right flank.

Blood flowed continuously from between her fingers, following the curves of her body to pool on the ground, spreading steadily outward with her as the center.

"Ah—Lady Riveria!!"

Not far away, Lefiya screamed as she caught sight of her in such a gravely wounded state.

Riveria looked powerlessly at Lefiya running toward her, her lips parting slightly as she murmured, "Care...ful, Le...fiya."

Lefiya ran toward the severely injured Riveria, her face full of anxiety, completely unaware of the four figures standing on the roof opposite, their backs to the moon.

As they watched Lefiya dash toward Riveria, one of them raised the massive battle-axe in his hand and hurled it with force at the running girl.

Lefiya, still in mid-stride, heard the sudden sound of wind being torn apart and leaned forward, turning her head to look toward the source of the noise.

"Eh?"

Lefiya let out a dazed sound as she watched the battle-axe closing in on her.

Maintaining her momentum, she stared at the blade about to graze her face, her eyes widening as her expression grew increasingly terrified.

"Whoosh—"

"Bang!"

A peculiar double-headed sword flew in, spinning, and knocked the battle-axe away.

The two weapons collided and fell in opposite directions.

The double-headed sword spun for a distance before embedding itself into the street pavement.

The broad-headed battle-axe flipped a few times before slamming into the ground not far from Lefiya, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

Only then did Lefiya react; her body remained in motion, but her forward steps tangled and faltered.

Her legs seemed to fight each other, and her entire body pitched forward, causing her to sprawl onto the ground.

Lefiya propped herself up with her hands and looked back at the four figures standing on the roof.

On the surrounding houses, the sound of breaking tiles rose one after another, accompanied by high-frequency footsteps.

Lefiya saw the four figures on the opposite roof turn their heads in unison toward a certain direction, before she could even look that way herself.

Just then, the sound of footsteps on the roof suddenly vanished, and as Lefiya followed the noise, she saw three female figures leap down from the roof beside her.

The golden hair of the leading woman shimmered under the moonlight; her goddess-like features and the petite figure leaping through the air firmly captured Lefiya's gaze, making her forget for a moment that she was in danger.

As the three landed on the ground, the faces previously hidden by the night became clearly visible under the moonlight.

"Ais-san, Tione-san, and Tiona-san!!"

Lefiya exclaimed in surprise upon seeing their clear faces.

"Clang—"

The double-headed Greatsword embedded in the ground was pulled out by Tiona and hoisted onto her shoulder; it was her exclusive armament—{Urga}.

The three stood in front of Lefiya with their backs to her, hearing her cry of surprise.

Ais did not turn around, instead saying to Lefiya, "Go check on Riveria's condition."

"Ah, yes!"

Hearing this, Lefiya immediately scrambled to her feet and ran to Riveria's side.

Seeing Riveria's pale complexion and the blood covering the ground, she frantically rummaged through her waist pouch.

She took out the Elixir she kept on hand, opened the cap, and poured a small portion onto Riveria's wound.

The bleeding from Riveria's wound stopped, and the injury gradually healed, revealing smooth, fair skin where the clothing had been torn.

Seeing that Riveria's external wounds had recovered, Lefiya pulled her upper body up with effort and placed the remaining Elixir in Riveria's hand, watching her drink it.

Lefiya looked at Riveria, whose complexion had improved, and let out a sigh of relief, easing the tension and fear in her heart.

She looked back at the people confronting them, then looked at Riveria, who was now out of danger, and asked in a low voice.

"Lady Riveria, who are they?"

Riveria placed the medicine bottle beside her and, hearing her question, spoke slowly, "They are..."

"The Four Flame Gold Warriors, the Gulliver Brothers."

Ais looked at the four people on the roof ahead and coldly called out their identities.

A breeze swept through the streets, shifting the position of the clouds in the sky.

As moonlight spilled through the gaps in the clouds, it illuminated the rooftops.

Only then did the figures of the four become clearly visible.

They all wore fully enclosed metal helmets, with only a narrow slit left at the eyes for observation.

They wore pauldrons and breastplates over their upper bodies and metal knight boots on their feet, with white uniforms visible beneath their armor.

From the lower edge of each breastplate, silk cloth of different colors hung down both front and back.

Arranged in a line, the colors from left to right were blue, green, red, and yellow.

Except for the figure with the green silk, who held no weapon, the others carried a spear, a Greatsword, and a heavy hammer, respectively.

Their figures were small, yet they radiated an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The Four Flame Gold Warriors, the Gulliver Brothers, are four brothers of the Pallum race.

All are Level 5 adventurers and first-class adventurers of the Freya Familia, with each of the four wielding different weapons.

They are agile and almost always operate as a four-man team.

They possess a level of coordination far exceeding that of ordinary parties.

Through their seamless, continuous attacks, they possess combat capabilities rivaling a Level 6 adventurer, making them powerful elites even within the Freya Familia.

The four jumped in unison, landing beside the battle axe embedded in the street.

The Pallum without a weapon stepped out from the formation.

Wearing the green silk, he reached out, lifted the battle axe that had gouged a hole in the ground with one hand, propped it up before him, and then retreated back into the formation.

"What exactly are you trying to do! Causing such a massive disturbance."

Tiona, standing behind Ais, wore an unfriendly expression, glaring fiercely at the four before her.

"Attacking our Familia's executives who came to mediate and injuring them like this—are you trying to start an all-out war?"

Tione, standing to the side, followed up on her sister's words, interrogating the Pallum before them.

Ais, standing in front of the two, heard the word "war" and, despite her rarely changing expression, furrowed her brows, staring at them with a cold and stern look.

"Enough talk. Anyone who blocks our search is an enemy."

"The same goes for you; don't get in our way."

"Otherwise."

"We'll kill every last one of you and turn your headquarters upside down."

The four, speaking in succession from left to right, were the eldest Alfrigg, the second son Dvalinn, the third son Berling, and the youngest Grer.

Their words were short and vicious, revealing a fanatical temperament.

"Huh—I don't know what you're talking about, but if you think you can do it, then give it a try!!"

Hearing the threats from the brothers before her, Tiona's fierce eyes glinted with killing intent as she brought the Urga she had been carrying on her shoulder across her chest, lowering her body into a combat stance.

In the restless dead of night, the atmosphere between the two sides grew increasingly frigid.