As the night fell completely, the bustling and lively port town was already submerged in a state of calm and tranquility.

The bright full moon rose from the surface of the sea, spreading a faint, clear light, as if enveloping the entire port town in a delicate silver veil.

At this moment, Lynn stands atop the rooftop of Pedro's house, gazing down upon the entire town. He wonders if it is just his imagination, but the port seems especially quiet today, with not a single insect chirp to be heard. This unusual stillness fills Lynn with a sense of impending danger.

The cool evening air was heavy with the salty scent of the sea as Lynn stood atop the rooftop, surveying the quiet town below. The moon cast a pale, ghostly glow over the scene, painting the cobblestone streets and rooftops in shades of silver. The silence was palpable, with not a single sound to be heard save for the distant crash of waves against the shore. Lynn couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over him like a cloak. The town's usual bustle and activity had been replaced by a eerie stillness, as if the entire place was holding its breath in anticipation of some unknown threat. Lynn's gaze swept over the town, taking in the rows of neatly ordered houses and shops, the empty squares and parks, and the dark, unfathomable depths of the sea beyond.

'071, report energy reserves,' Lynn mentally asks after placing the diary aside.

[Energy remaining at 40.2...]

'It's a shame that it's still a bit short...'

Lynn silently reflects in his heart that 071 has managed to increase its energy reserves by around 30% in the four days since the full moon, which is already quite impressive. However, it can only sustain an overload mode for about two hundred seconds.

It is only in this state that he is able to fully harness the power of white phosphorus fire!

Though a sense of unease lingers in his heart, Lynn has no intention of altering the plan. This evening is the only opportunity to rescue Aubrey and Dove!

After all, the route to the land of wizards is only accessible on Mondays, and tomorrow marks the time of public execution...

Regardless of the outcome, he will no longer be able to remain in the port town after today, and Laut's identity will be of no concern to him.

Having gathered his belongings, Lynn exits the room alone, recalling the information gathered by the Einhorn Ship Guild in his mind.

Adrien.... recently appointed as the pastor in charge of the port town, the right-hand man of Archbishop Anthruk, of noble descent, the champion of the previous Nodran Knight Examination, possessing unparalleled swordsmanship.

Most importantly, the other party's schedule is highly regular. Every night at this hour, he leaves without fail, his destination unknown, suspected to be attending a noble's dinner party.

As he deliberated potential rescue plans, Lynn ultimately settled on the most promising strategy: the direct capture and replacement of Adrien. Not only would this allow him to glean crucial information about those who had been taken into custody and their place of detention, but Adrien's status as the right-hand man of the Archbishop would also prove invaluable.

When the full moon reaches its zenith in the sky, the members of the guild will create chaos at the pier, driving out any bystanders and setting fire to the area with the white phosphorus powder that Lynn had prepared in advance. The resulting inferno, which cannot be quenched, will quickly become too much for the few hundred stationed soldiers to handle.

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It is likely that Archbishop Anthruk will personally come to quell the flames or capture Lynn, possibly even mobilizing the elite soldiers that remains hidden in the shadows. And when he does, the piles of cargo at the pier, which have been covertly replaced by the Einhorn Ship Guild with highly combustible black gunpowder, will be detonated, destroying both the warship at the pier and the guards that have come to support it.

If they are fortunate enough to kill Archbishop Annthruk in the blast, it would be the optimal outcome, but even if they are unable to, this great Archbishop will be unable to return for some time.

At the same time, he can use Adrien's identity to enter the location where the wizard apprentice are being held captive, using the turmoil in the port town as an excuse to falsely pass on the Archbishop's orders, transferring the prisoners to a safer location.

Should everything go according to plan, Old Lard's trusted subordinates will be there to receive them upon their exit.

However, it must be noted that this is all based on the assumption that everything goes smoothly. There is a possibility that unforeseen circumstances may arise.

For instance, if he is caught while disguising himself as Adrien and attempting to enter the place of confinement, or if the guards refuse to follow his orders, he will have no choice but to rely on his own strength to resolve the situation.

The worst-case scenario would be if Archbishop Anthruk chooses to remain idle and allow the "inferno" at the pier to spread unchecked. In this case, he will have to extinguish the flames himself to prevent the involvement of countless innocent civilians.

If left unchecked, the entire port town could be reduced to ashes.

As these thoughts ran through Lynn's mind, a loud and unpleasant creaking sound could be heard growing closer from the corridor ahead.

Lynn was forced to come to a sudden halt as he spied the figure at the end of the corridor. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, brandishing a long, slender blade. Lynn's eyes were drawn to the weapon, the sharp edge gleaming in the faint light of the moon.

"Iverin, what are you doing here?" Lynn queried, his hand instinctively coming to rest on the hilt of his sword. He was perplexed, as he knew her chambers were located on the second floor.

"Why?" The brunette inquired in a low voice.

"Why is it that no matter how hard I work or how well I perform, Father never seems to acknowledge me, while you can't even pass the knight examination and have repeatedly failed, yet you seem to be able to easily obtain everything I desire?"

Iverin hung her head, her words laced with a bitterness that could not be contained. She gritted her teeth, visibly struggling to control her anger.

But before long, the young woman's visage became composed once more, her tone frigid.

"Oh, my dear brother, you are an obstacle that stands in my way..."

As the words escaped her lips, Iverin lunged forward, brandishing her blade.

Clang! The sound of metal ringing out filled the air as Lynn drew his steel longsword from his waist and deflected the incoming blade. However, he could clearly feel that the young woman's strength and speed far exceeded what she had shown during their training sessions. This was undoubtedly her true power!

Icy cold and filled with deadly intent, Iverin's golden-brown eyes glinted as her blade became a streak of cold light, once more swinging towards Lynn.

"You always wear such a nonchalant expression!"

"Tell me, why don't you inform Father about this!?"

"You know full well that I have always wanted to kill you!"

With every word spoken, Iverin's blade swung faster, her expression a mix of emotions as she locked gazes with her brother.

Iverin's attack was quick and precise, her blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistle. Lynn could feel the wind rushing past his face as he just narrowly avoided the strike, narrowly dodging to the side. His muscles were tense, his body ready for the next attack.

Iverin didn't let up, her movements fluid and graceful as she pressed forward. Lynn was forced to retreat, his feet pounding against the ground as he narrowly avoided each strike.

Despite her smaller stature, Iverin's power was undeniable. She was a skilled warrior, her every move calculated and precise.

"CLANG!"

Deflecting Iverin's assault with his, Lynn watched coldly as he remained silent in response to her questioning.