The depraved mage was in the tavern's bathroom. Her flushed face stared at her hand, which held Roland's phallus. Lucy slowly brought her hand closer to her face.

"I shouldn't," the mage hesitated for a moment. "But there's no one watching anyway."

Lucy brought her hand closer to her face, trying to detect any different scent. As the mage grew frustrated, Lucy decided to lick her hand.

"It doesn't taste like anything," the disenchanted Lucy sighed. At that moment, a scream could be heard from outside.

Starfield rushed out, holding her magical staff. The scene she witnessed was everyone in the guild facing a beautiful figure dressed in black. Lily was creating an anti-spell barrier, and Dorian, the archer, had the woman in his sights.

The beautiful woman with red hair exclaimed, "I know you're guarding a man named Roland. Hand him over, or you will perish," threatened the voluptuous redhead, concentrating her magical power.

"I don't know anyone by that name. Leave," said Dorian, adjusting his aim. His black mask covered his face, and his arrow was imbued with wind magic.

"Me neither," affirmed Abela Lily, still focused on her anti-magic spell.

"Nor do I," said Sam, lying burnt by purple flames. Sam, the rogue, passed out. If you don't remember who Sam is, read the first chapter, subscribe, like, and- this isn't the right place.

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"I know him," Lucy innocently said.

The air was heavy as if everyone in the guild were judging the poor, stupid mage.

"Oh, come here," the redhead extended her hand, and Lucy was lifted by a gravity spell, floating in front of the menacing enemy.

While Lucy's friends contemplated her foolishness, a cry for help was heard. Roland jumped from the second-floor window. Completely naked, he performed a somersault and landed on his feet.

"Come back here," Sally shouted from the window, still holding the kitchen knife.

Young Roland ran toward the threatening figure.

"What have they done to you, Lord Roland?" the redhead said with a sweet voice. "Your father, the Lord of Darkness, is very worried."

"Release her, Fjara. And give me something to wear," Roland pleaded, his face red with embarrassment.

Lucy fell to the ground as Fjara conjured clothes for Roland.

Sally approached the scene with the knife pointed at Fjara. "You attacked Sam, which is not a difficult thing to do, but that doesn't matter. You caused chaos in the guild, apologize."

Roland and Fjara lowered their heads and apologized simultaneously. Indignant at the threat, everyone began hurling insults.

Roland whispered in Fjara's ear, and the Dark Mage conjured a chest full of diamonds and gold coins. Sally looked at the chest.

"Bury Sam and let's welcome these two into the guild. I don't want hostility with our guests," Sally said, her voice tinged with sweetness.

As everyone bitterly swallowed Sally's words, Roland approached Lucy and helped our heroine to her feet.

To be continued.

PS: Sam is not dead.