The Transmigrated Novelist

As he was thinking that everything was lost and that most probably he was going to die at this point, and the dream would finish, his two stepmothers ran towards the clown man, and Archbishop Gerald.

While his father and his biological mother grabbed him and made a run for it, not turning their heads back.

Everything was so sudden for him, that it was impossible for him to look around, or have a feel of his surroundings, as everything started spinning around him.

The only thing he could hear was two loud booms of crashing, and then dead silence for a moment or two, and then fighting noises.

While the two ladies clearly didn't have the same level as their opponents, they were fighting without caring for their life, and that was more than enough to make their opponents' lives difficult.

The clown man didn't stay put either, as seeing this situation he immediately made a sign for the hidden soldiers to appear, and attack the escaping trio, Roy, his father, and his mother.

Even though he couldn't see anything happening around him, his imagination was more than enough to visualize what could be happening.

He wasn't really off with his visualization, as the next moment a lot of people started appearing in their surroundings, and using all kinds of magical, and physical attacks on them.

Even though Roy had been under the teaching of his father, and mothers, and had managed to become a 2nd tier mage, and was considered a genius, he was far from able to participate in this escape.

The people chasing them were all 4th tier or 5th tier mages, and much, much stronger than the poor Roy, who didn't even have fighting experience.

If he were to confront them, then he would be nothing more than a haystack, or a sandbag that could only receive their attacks.

The difference between the tiers was exponential to say the least, as with each tier increase one not only had a longer lifespan, but also his strength went a massive leap.

For example, a tier 2 mage could live for at least 160 years, and use tier 2 magic and power, but a tier 3 mage could live for at least 310 years, and use tier 3 magic, which was at least 14 times stronger than tier 2 magic power.

For that reason, Roy was just a useless burden to his father, and his mother as they were escaping, and he didn't even dream to ask them to stop.

He just felt like his heart was clenching really hard, and really painfully as he could hear that the fighting noises on the back had started to subside because this meant that the two ladies were losing.

But their loss wasn't just a momentary loss, because he was more than sure that the two would fight until they had even a dreg of soul left in their body, and when they lost their lives would have ended too.

He wasn't the only one to understand this, like his father, and mother certainly understood the same thing, but still, even though two tears appeared in their eyes, they didn't turn their heads back.

Only by safely escaping would they be able to not fail the two at the moment, and in a possible future to return and take revenge for them.

There was nothing they could do but weep in silence at this moment, as they strengthened their hearts and their resolves, as they started running faster towards the escape.

But the worst was yet to come, as there was impossible for there to be extra soldiers at the door of the hall, waiting for them, ready to ambush them as soon as they arrived there.

With these thoughts in mind, the couple changed route midway, as they didn't go for the door, but took a light turn to the right, looking to jump out of a window.

Mages' were able to learn flight magic, and use it while they were on tier 3, so for the two of them who were tier 5 and tier 6 was a given, even though they had a burden like Roy on their back.

They didn't know what to expect out of the window as this castle was on the territory of Archbishop Gerald, and its position was a bit unique.

The caste was built upon some kind of land whose back, left and right sides, had the protective barrier of a mountain, while the front side had a powerful streaming river.

Since the mountainside was a no-go for them who had Roy as a burden their only escape route was the streaming river.

Even though their chances were slim, that seemed like the perfect escape route at the moment. They had no other possible route to take.

Even though all this seemed to happen in a slow tempo, they were actually running even faster than lightning, as in the eyes of a normal person, they were nothing more than just two dots of light running at high speed.

But even though the window seemed to be safer than the door to go through, they still didn't dare to lower their guard in the least, as Roy's father went ahead, and jumped through it like a bear.

His goal was not only to make it through the window, but also to clear the path for his wife, and Roy that was behind him.

It seemed like his plan had worked because the moment he got out of the window more than 6 or 7 black shadows blocked his way, or jumped over him in an effort to put him down or cause as many injuries as they could.

Their purpose was clear if they couldn't kill him, at least they would send him close to death and then capture him.

The next moment two other figures jumped out of the window that was supposed to be safer to jump from, as this time only 3 black shadows fall to their trail.

Clearly, the ambush was planned and was being executed perfectly, they had planned for any mishap that could occur.

In fact, it was almost perfect, because there was one thing that they hadn't taken into consideration, the fact that Roy's mother was a tier 6 mage.

They had always thought that her tier was lower than her husband, as he was a Crown King, and also one of the main descendants of the Illyrian Empire, while she was nothing more than a mysterious nobody.

Furthermore, who would ever think that a stronger woman would fall in love, and get married willingly to some less strong man. It was unthinkable to many.

So, with her strength, she was able to easily dispose of the three shadows that were on their trail, as she even helped her husband to escape his predicament.

At this moment, that clown guy, and Archbishop Gerald appeared at the window, only to see the spectacle she offered for them, and be completely stunned by what they saw.

But it was too soon for Roy, and his parents to celebrate their escape as just as that happened, another man appeared at the wall that was their final obstacle towards the river.

This guy was old, with a really skinny appearance and some spiky mustache, but he looked towards the three of them with a clearly malicious look.

Even though he seemed like the least dangerous person out of everyone at the wall, he gave the most ominous aura of them.

Still, the husband and wife duo didn't dare to stop even with the appearance of this guy, as the tiniest delay could overthrow their plans.

For that reason, with a quick movement, Roy's mother threw him at his father and went ahead to attack the old man.

She was the strongest out of the two of them and had the highest chances at facing him in a battle, and her husband didn't say anything either.

He just grabbed Roy, and moved a bit to the side, he knew that in the clash between his wife and that old man he was bound to hit by their impact.

If that guy truly was as he thought, and was at least a tier 6 mage then even if he used all his strength he was bound to be pushed back, and even injured from the impact.

So, in place of facing the impact head-on, he decided to use the impact to help him escape. The clown guy noticed his actions, and just screamed orders at his people to stop him, but it was too late.

Roy's mother and that mysterious old man's attacks had connected, and the impact was just as expected or even worse.

The soldiers that were going to block Roy's father's way had been thrown away by the impact towards the river, the same way as he had been thrown by his father.

At the last moment, that they were going to end up on the river, another guy had appeared from behind his father and was trying to slice Roy in two with his blade.

Sensing this, Roy's father had been quick on acting, as he turned around, threw Roy towards the river, as he blocked that blade with his bare hands, and body.

He didn't care for his life and death, as long as he could save his kid. He never thought about what would happen after that either, right now he was only thinking of saving his son.

The last image that Roy saw while being pulled away from the river, was the figure of his mother fighting that old man, while his father with injuries on his body was facing the rest.

Pretty soon the clown-looking guy and Archbishop Gerald would join the battle, and his parents would surely lose, but there was a slight relief expression on their faces, as they had been able to save him…