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Gentlemen, I must warn you.

In the thousand years that
you've been dead,

the art of swordplay
has advanced considerably.

The Pareccheti Defense, 1772,

was designed to defend
one blade against three.

Woo-hoo!
Proper swordsmanship takes

not just skill, but study,

which is my forte,
as I am...

the Librarian.

Yes, you can advance
no further.

Now, why is that?

The magic curse empowers you

to defend the walls of
your ancient city,

which, a thousand years ago,

ended right here.

Knowing the exact boundary
of a lost city,

that's why it's so useful having
an historian on the team.

- Thank you, Librarian.
- You're welcome...

Librarian.

Now, how should one get
that amulet of Ishtar-aluk?

Their so-called magic senses
work on the infrared range

so I'm overloading their
neural pathways with strobing

oscillation in that spectrum.

It’s genius.

Having a scientist
is useful too.

- Thank you, Librarian.
- Thank you, Librarian.

You're welcome, Librarians.

Really? No thank you
for the Guardian?

How can you miss this?

The basket.

Hey, you are not the king

to throw your trash
around like this.

- Hey...
- Papa, calm down.

Did you see what he did?

Yes, Dad, I know,
but please, you’re...

What? I'm embarrassing you?

- Is that it?
- No, no, never.

Look, I'm so grateful

you got me this scholarship,

but I'm finally making
some friends and...

I was not talking to
your boyfriend.

- He was talking to me--
- Know what he said?

- Huh?
- If you have a problem...

Hey, are you okay?

- Do you need any help?
- Go away.

Yes, Dad, I'm fine.

Stop it. Stop it...

That’s enough, break this up.
Break it up.

And what is that?

My family has been gracious
enough to donate

our collection to
the history project.

And this is how you treat it?

You two, detention hall.

Now.

What’s going on with
these kids?

Get that cleaned up,
right away.

"Get that cleaned up."

Tamara!

Ah, Mrs. Astolat.

We return victorious.

If by victorious,
you mean "we did our job,"

then congratulations.

- Thank you.
- I'm now going to go

and place this in the library, victoriously.

And then I’m going
to go to lunch,

where a chef will victoriously

prepare me cacio e pepe.

Come on, Mrs. A.

We got to have some
sorta record going.

I mean, what?
Ten artifacts in six months?

I will admit, the team
is beginning to show promise.

We are a finely honed machine.

Oh, and look,

the pendulum has another
mystery for us.

- Already?
- We are needed

at the Hughes International
Academy.

What sort of school is that?

High school.

Between grammar
and university.

Teenagers.

In this case, the teenagers

of foreign diplomats
and businessmen.

Can you explain
teenagers to me again?

Mrs. Astolat, have you
heard anything about

when the other Guardians
will be arriving?

- I’m sorry?
- In my training, I was told

one Guardian to protect
to each Librarian.

- Hmm.
- I've got three.

I’ve been on triple duty
for months.

Protecting them is like
herding cats, except the cats

are all convinced that
they're smarter than you,

and don't have to follow orders,

which now that I
say it out loud,

is also just...

Cats.

I’m sorry, I--
I'm exhausted.

Charlie, I’ve heard nothing
about any reinforcements.

I’m afraid you’re it.

Are you quite all right?

Fine.

Yeah, I’ll be fine.

Hmm.

"Missing.
Alex Kurepa.

Last seen yesterday."

Wait, you think this is
why we’re here?

- Perhaps.
- Oop...

Have you seen him?
Do you recognize that photo?

Tamara!

If I catch you out
of class again,

I will see you in
my headmaster’s office.

- Yes, but my father--
- Will be disappointed

if you get expelled,
especially after he worked

so hard for your scholarship.

I swear I was a way cooler
teacher than him.

Now, who are you people?

- Ah, I--
- Wait, no.

Can I practice?

- Of course.
- Okay.

Ahem.

We’re the Librarians.

Ah, of course,

about the expansion.

Permanent display of
my family's collection

of Middle Eastern antiquities.

I’m Professor Hughes.

Enjoy the collection.

I’ll be in my office if
you need anything.

Oh, and don’t worry
about Kurepa.

I'm sure he’ll be fine.

This is a missing
faculty member.

Why is only one student
putting up flyers?

Why was that headmaster
so dismissive?

I don't think Professor Hughes
cares much about anyone,

let alone a janitor.

Ah, so are you a teacher here?

Newly arrived, just learning
the ropes, as they say.

So the missing man is a janitor?

Yes, and the young lady is
his daughter, Tamara.

Oh, incidentally, if you're
curious about his disappearance,

I believe he has a workshop

just down the stairs
and to your left.

You are very helpful.
Thank you.

I’m trying to be more
helpful these days.

I didn’t quite get...

Stop.

Let me go first.
Let me secure the scene.

It’s a janitorial closet,
Charlie.

- I hardly--
- Don't think.

Don’t assume.

Just do as I say, for once.

Does Charlie seem angry?

Correction, does she seem

especially angry to you?

Hmm, just me.

Okay.

closet’s up this way.r sais

His daughter was also
heading that way,

so maybe we can ask her
some questions.

These readings
are all over the place.

I’ve recalibrated the app,
but it’s spiking everywhere.

I told you we couldn't always

depend on that thing
for answers.

You weren’t complaining when
it led us to the amulet.

Well, if you can't
pin down a source,

maybe we should split up, hmm?

Johnny, come on!

Oh, God, teenagers
these days are awful.

They're just hot-headed
hormone monsters.

I’m so glad I’m not
a teenager anymore.

- Were you ever one, really?
- You talk about

"teenager" as if it
were a disease.

No, a teenager brains
haven't fully developed

the frontal lobe yet,
not until mid-20s.

- For men, even later.
- Nonsense.

When I was their age,
I was entrusted

with all manner of
important responsibilities.

- My point, exactly.
- I still think it's weird

that professor wasn’t
more concerned.

When I was a teacher,

all the staff looked out
for each other.

You should talk to him.
Educator to educator.

Ooh, I have an idea.

Let’s split up.

I just said that!

But no one listens to me.

You and Charlie are going
to speak to your peer.

Myself and Lysa,
we will go and find

the janitor's monster-aged
teen child.

You should say that to her face.

Yes...

No, no!

Okay...

Oh, it’s you.

I don’t think I’ve ever been
so unenthusiastically greeted.

Like I said, teenagers.

We believe we can be
of some assistance

regarding your missing father.

Your outfit is weird.

What do you think
happened to your dad?

I don’t know.
It was just a normal day.

All his stuff is still in here.

Hey, don’t touch
his things.

We’re trying to conduct
a thorough investigation.

Do you have any family
you can call?

Maybe an emergency came up?

Me and my dad
live with my grandma.

She wants me home, but I have
to look for him.

Yeah, hey, I get
that this is scary.

I lost my parents when
I was your age, too.

He’s missing. Not dead.

No, I know.
Sorry, I just...

I don’t want your help.

- Out! Out!
- Yes, one moment--

Get out.

- Teenagers.
- Yep.

How did you get in here?

I found this in the hallway.

I believe it was once
part of a keychain.

Thought you might like
to have it.

Thank you.

You’re very welcome, my dear.

Everyone’s on edge.

I’m in charge of detention
because Mrs. Seeley

took off for
her mother’s funeral.

Bloody inconsiderate,
if you ask me.

I've broken up more fights
the last few days

than I have my entire career.

Fights about grades,
roommate dramas, love triangles.

Sounds like typical
teenage stuff.

Something’s up with these brats.
If I didn't know better,

I’d say they were just doing it
to make my job harder.

Hey, you son of a--

Get the hell out of my way!

Stop that. Boys!

Stop this instant--

I’ll deal with this.
You find Vikram and Lysa.

- I know kids, I can help.
- Something is up, all right?

This isn't normal teen angst.
Just listen to me.

You know, you’re always
bossing me around.

And it’s kept you alive
this far.

I am a real Librarian now.

You should be listening to me.

That’s how you think
this works?

Stupid children...

Idiotic school!

You should have let me
handle her.

You? She didn't trust you.
You freaked her out.

You’ve been in the future
for almost a year now.

Don't you think it's time
to get some normal clothes,

blend in for a change?

I prefer to stand out,
thank you very much.

You pushed her too far, let your
emotions get in the way.

- Excuse me?
- Being in a school like this

must be difficult for you,
digging up the memories

of the years after your
parents passed away.

I’m fine!
Why is it so hot in here?

You are not fine, which is why
you are going back to the Annex.

Oh, you’re gonna put me in
a time-out like a child?

Because you’re acting like one!

Why are we yelling?!

I do not know!

But I am furious with you.

Huh.

Blood pressure and heart rate
is skyrocketing.

Our temperature is spiking.

You can see all of that?

I may have put health trackers
on everyone.

For research.

These are all the typical
physical symptoms a body goes

through during an argument,
but not on this level.

Never seen anything like it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Unhand me!

It’s super strength
on your app?

Go, go!

What is happening to me?

Make this stop right now!

Well, I guess now we know
what happened to the janitor.

Yeah, thanks for stating

the obvious,
but we still don't know why.

You don’t have to bite
my head off about it--

Could you two stop arguing?

Two people are dead,
gone forever.

We can’t bring them back.
If we don't stop this,

everyone in the school is...

So my dad is...

He’s gone?

Like this?

Tell me.

Tell me what happened
to him! Tell me!

We don’t know.

Great.

There goes our best lead.

Could you be
any more insensitive?

Could you be any more
of a know-it-all?

Are you three feeling
particularly angry?

- Obviously.
- Yes!

Just like the professor
who was so angry,

he burned into ash?

Okay, anger magically amplified.
That makes sense.

Our adrenaline rises
when we’re angry.

That explains
the super strength.

Our temperature rises
when we’re angry.

- That explains the--
- Spontaneous human flame out?

It is plain you have all been
infected with anger magic,

which is why you’re
all acting so irrationally.

Oh, wow, I had no idea.
What's your excuse?

You’re infected with
a condescending curse?

- Yeah, mansplaining magic?
- A smugness spell?

- I’m not apologizing.
- Later.

Enough! We must return
to the Annex to research.

With any luck,
a change of location

will allow us to calm down

and find a solution before
any more lives are lost.

I’m doing this
because I want to.

You are not the boss of me.

This is your fault.

Oh, why do we have to run
through the door every time?

Vikram?

Where’s Vikram?

I can't believe Vikram
stayed behind.

We have to get away from
that spell at the school...

We don’t need him,
I know exactly

where we start our research,
curse locations.

Find out if the school was
built on a ley line crossing.

- Uh, knock, knock.
- Who's there?

You knocking at
the wrong door.

Okay, school's been there
for decades,

so we need to find
something that’s changed.

Magic spells and Artifacts.

Assuming they’re
even in that book.

It could be a new artifact
created because somebody

opened up the magic well
into the the Annex.

And by somebody, I mean
a certain guy dressed like

the lead in an Oklahoma
high school version

of Phantom of the Opera.

So I’m thinking we did not
shake the anger spell.

Yeah, no, uh...

Okay, the symptoms are down,

but our signs are
way, way above...

Don’t need your app
to tell us that.

Oh, I am so sick of your...

Oh, no.

Well, I can’t
work that day.

I specifically asked you
to cover that holiday.

You agreed!
I have an email!

Calm down!

Or you'll burn up...

- What’s he on about?
- Literally.

It’s not existentialism,
it’s nihilism!

Existentialism emphasizes...

Sir.

Sorry, but if you are who
I think you are,

I may need your help.

Don’t want you getting
agitated and burning up.

You know about the magic?

You know who I am?

Well, I would think it
would be fairly obvious.

A scholar, pursuing magic

accompanied by a fierce
warrior woman?

Nice to meet you, Librarian.

Pippin, Grimouald,

Chidebert, Pippin.

Grimoauld, Charles Martel,

Pippin, Charlemagne--

Oh, my God, you’re killing me.
What are you doing?

Oh, when I try to keep calm,

I like to recite the ancestors
of the Carolingian Dynasty.

- Oh.
- At least

I’m trying to keep calm.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

It’s just the anger magic.

Anger magic, yeah.

Let's just keep that in mind.

- You find something?
- No, I'm making a note

to fix the magic door.

We can’t just fall over
every time we run through.

It is a magic door.
You can't fix it.

You can't fix everything--

Sorry. Anger magic.

If I don't fix it,

then what happens if it
doesn't work in an emergency?

I’d love to just relax
and live the dream like--

Sorry, anger magic.

I am out there
risking my life!

You are, but you wanted this!
You wanted the library.

You wanted magic to exist,
and you got it.

Sorry, anger magic!

Like you didn’t want this?
You love being in control.

You love acting like
the lady of the manor.

You literally own the place
we live in and work in,

and you have a special
relationship with Vikram.

I am always the outsider.

Sorry, anger magic!

- You are living the dream.
- You got your little empire!

Sorry.

I can't get a hold of Vikram,

so I have to go back
to the school.

Any progress or still
squabbling like toddlers?

Sorry.

Hey, it is hard!

There is anger magic.

There are curses,
spells, and potions.

Keep on digging.

I need to go rescue Vikram’s
dollar store H.G. Wells ass.

Harsh but fair.

Sorry, not sorry.

Why am I following her?

Ugh! Who is this guy?

Careful, Charlie, this is
a very formidable opponent.

- Allow me to introduce--
- No, no, no.

Allow me.

When I reached for my weapon,

you said "no need for violence"

in the Welsh tongue with
a native but archaic accent.

You you know about the library,

and I saw you wear an amulet
with a Druidic sign of the Awen.

On your right hand, you have
a tattoo of the Great Tree,

puncture wounds done
with a bone needle

rather than modern
electronic needles.

Your clothing, all new.

Your shoes, trousers,
shirt, jacket,

that wonderful scarf,
none showing any wear at all.

You add all that together,
we have a Welsh magic user

of great power
from ancient time,

recently arrived, or perhaps,
recently awakened.

You are...

You can only be...

the great Merlin.

I see the Librarians are still
of the highest quality.

So we’ve solved the mystery
of who’s doing this?

Unfortunately not.
Though I am the Merlin,

at one point, the most powerful
mage between the oceans,

I have lost my power,
and I have absolutely

nothing to do with what
is going on at this school.

You have solved a mystery,
just the wrong one.

- Sir, step aside.
- No, no, Charlie.

Look, this is Merlin.

His knowledge of magic
is unsurpassed.

His mastery of the arcane

unlike anything we have
ever encountered.

I’m so sorry, I don’t mean
to gush, but I’m quite a fan.

I don't know what a fan is,

but I would like to help,
if I can.

So the most powerful wizard
in history just happens

to show up at a school where
anger magic is wreaking havoc?

And you’re certain he’s
not behind it?

- Yes. N-- no.
- Sure.

Are you two always like this?

Is she always inflexible
and combative?

Is he always smug and reckless?

Yes.

But the two of us together,

angry like this.

No.
I'm sorry.

I know this may seem like
a coincidence,

but I merely followed the trail
of magic that released me.

That brought me to this city,

then to the power spike
at this school.

Honestly, I feel like
this is my second chance.

What did you do with
the first one?

It was my fault
that Camelot fell.

I brought magic to
that peaceful land

for good, I thought.

But I became infatuated
with power

until all I could think
about was magic.

I alone infected
and destroyed Camelot.

It’s just what Mrs. A told me
when we traveled back in time.

She said the use of magic

in pursuit of power
corrupted everything.

So it was your fault.

- Please let him--
- You deserve to be punished.

No, no, she’s right.

My powers were stripped from me,

and I was quite rightfully
imprisoned by my apprentice in

a hawthorn tree,
banished for centuries.

You know, you're doing a really
bad job of convincing me

you're not behind
the magic here.

Can’t you hear his remorse?

- Have you no empathy?
- Why are you on his side?

He's a man who made a mistake,

who finds himself in a new time
with a second chance.

Does that not sound familiar?

But you’re not a sorcerer.

You’re a Librarian.

And that is precisely why
I want to help.

Your library had it
right all along.

The world needs to be
protected from magic.

That way, it won't
suffer my fate

and fall prey
to its predatory power.

I vow, I am here to help.

I have a million questions
for you,

but right now, let us stick
with the crisis at hand.

How can you help?

I read the school records,

tracked when instances inspired
by rage began.

I may not have magic,

but I understand it better
than any creature alive.

I believe it is no ordinary
magical artifact

you are searching for.

No.

What you are hunting
is a demon.

Found it.

"The Bes Demon."

You’re not really mad.
It's just the anger magic.

Of course,
the Serbian word bes

translates to rage
in English.

Are you going to tell us how
you knew we were looking

for a demon, or are you going to
leave us in the dark as usual?

Sorry.

Anger magic.

It’s complicated, just tell us
what we're dealing with.

"The Serbian Bes Demon

"is an evil spirit
in Slavic mythology.

"They cause anger and chaos

"in the stories in which
they appear.

"The Bes are said
to possess those around it

with relentless rage."

Get back to school at once.

We have a demon to find.

Oh, and we have another
surprise for you.

I hate surprises.

Ugh, ugly little guy,
isn’t he?

Yeah.

Huh.

Imagine it was a statue.

Exhibit.

Hughes said his
family's collection

was from the Middle East.

But then why would there be
a Serbian demon there?

See?

Hughes thought he was displaying
the Egyptian Bes God,

protector of households,
mothers, and children.

Let’s go.

You’re telling me
this is Merlin?

The Merlin?

Most powerful sorcerer
of all time Merlin?

Thought he would've
been taller.

Prove it.

Do something... sorcerer-y.

He cannot use magic,
do not tempt him.

It’s very rude.

Okay, so the Bes Demon
was there,

but our demon has escaped.

I’ve seen this before.

It drank so deeply of rage,

it was able to awaken
from its statue form.

Okay, so after everything,
Mrs. Astolat told us about

how Camelot fell, we're really
trusting this guy?

- Hmm?
- You're telling me that

the supposed most powerful
wizard of all time

doesn’t have anything to do
with any of this?

- That’s what I said.
- Also, what about the magic?

He seems to be fine while
the rest of us can't get away

without punching each other.

Ah, first,

the only way to combat rage

is to find one's inner calm.

Because telling
a woman to calm down

- always does the trick.
- Yeah.

Second, though I may
currently be powerless,

this body once held more magic

than is contained in
your entire library.

This little spell is merely

a drop of saltwater
in the ocean.

I can, however,
still sense this magic.

You could lead us to it.

Consider me your
trusty bloodhound.

Uh-uh, you’re coming with me.

It’s getting worse,
the anger levels are rising.

Antimony, arsenic, allu--

Could you stop that?

I don’t trust him,
but Merlin was right.

Calm is key.
I'm trying Connor's method.

I’m reciting periodic table
of elements.

Besides, even if we
find the demon,

we're going to have to figure
out a way to capture it.

I can’t focus,
and this is helping me focus.

Do you have any brilliant ideas?

I'm gonna choose to believe
that is the rage talking

and not sarcasm.

Whatever makes you get
to the point faster.

When I was in
the janitor's office,

I saw some supplies that
could help us, okay?

- You’re an idiot!
- The whole school hates you!

Remove upper receiver.

Lock back bolt carrier group.

Take off barrel.

Spin handle. Change barrel.

I'm mentally stripping down
my service rifle.

Ah.

You’re right, it does help.

That’s terrifying.

Everyone here is already
burning with rage,

and it wants more victims.

Now it is trying
to escape the school,

and we must block
all the exits.

Oh, if it gets out...

It could take down
the whole city.

After it!

Antimony, arsenic,
aluminum...

Take down panzenium...

Would you just tell me what
we’re looking for?

Salt. They must salt
the stairs with something,

so we need to look for that.

Okay, so you’re in the super
strength phase of rage.

She’s burning up.

I told you to stay
out of here.

I know, but you
have to calm down--

Calm down? He's dead and
you're stealing his stuff.

That is not-- ugh!

- Antimony, arsenic, aluminum.
- What's wrong with you?

What’s wrong with me?

The same thing that’s
wrong with you.

I am pissed off.

It is not fair that
your dad died,

just like it is not fair

that my parents died
and left me to grow up alone.

And now you’re going to
have to do that, too.

And it is not fair.

So, yeah, I’m angry, and you
have every right to be, too.

I am.

And I'm so scared.

And I just wish there was
someone I could blame.

I know.

Out of the way!

Pragmatism is
an American phi...

Ow!

Don't let it get away!

Let it go, I've got it!

You always get the badass win.
I want it this time.

Who cares?
Just get it in there.

One, two, three!

- But the glass is broken!
- Do you think I'm an idiot?

I knew the chemical composition
of the metal statue,

so I created a charged
electrochemical barrier.

Ah, like a summoning circle?

Sure.

Should turn back to stone

any minute now,
any minute...

- Must have missed something.
- I didn't miss anything.

Well, you did because it’s
still running like a maniac.

Why is it always my fault?
Why can't you or Charlie

come up with a high tech demon
summoning circle?

I’m keeping you alive!
I literally just stopped you

from getting killed by a door.

Silence!

Charlie...

The problem is we are
in a high school,

and these teenage monsters

are feeding the Bes
with limitless rage

and we are out of time.

Okay, we can solve this.
Power, focus, affect.

That’s how magic works.

Power, student's rage.

Focus?
The demon itself.

Affects, those it feeds on
get angry, making him

more powerful, and eventually
consumes their souls with rage.

That is an excellent--
Shut up!

We can’t do anything about
focus or effect.

How do we choke off the power?

Connor, you taught
these teenage monsters.

For years.

- So what makes them happy--
- Nothing.

Nothing will make them
happy at school.

Wait, Mr. Hughes was
the headmaster, right?

So technically, there's no one

in charge of
the school right now?

I’ll be right back.

Attention, students.

All classes are
canceled for the day.

You all have permission
to go into the city.

Also, there’s free pizza.

What will make teenagers happy
is being out of school.

The only people happier...

Cheers.

This is a toxic
work environment.

I don’t get it.

We took away all
his source of power.

The kids are gone.

So much for that plan.

- You have no plan--
- It's us.

We are fueling it
with our anger.

He is right.

If the four of you are
unable to control your rage,

you will burn up soon.

Well, do you have a plan?
Well, the safest thing for me

is to wait for the four
of you to die,

thus depriving the demon
of its rage fuel.

It will then revert
back to its statue form,

and I shall return it
to your library.

I bet I can kill him
before I explode.

Uh, it’s fear!

Anger is just fear acting out.

Earlier with Tamara, she was
right on the edge of burning up,

and I redirected her

to admit her fear,
and she calmed down.

How did you know to do that?

Because when my parents died,
I knew fear.

And I know back then,
I let it turn to anger, so...

How does this help us?

We embrace our fear.

We admit it,
and we steal its power.

Face your fear,
you blunt your rage.

How do we even start?

I’m afraid of losing you all.

I had a family
and I lost them.

And then I found you guys.

The reason I want
to control everything,

I want to fix everything,

is because I want you guys
to be safe and happy,

and so that nothing
can go wrong.

Because I c...

I can’t lose you guys.

I’m afraid of losing my mind.

You all think finding
the library

and the magic world
was a dream come true.

And it is.

But I...

I only found it because
of my obsession.

Remember?

I destroyed my career,
my relationships.

I destroyed...

Other people.

People who cared about me.

And, um,

it was all because
I became obsessed.

Now I’m in a place
that has all the answers.

But every answer leads to
a million more mysteries,

a million more rabbit holes
to chase down.

And I am terrified some days

that I'm going to find myself
at the bottom of

one of those holes...

alone.

We’ll be there.

I’m afraid I’ll have
to choose.

I was told

one Guardian, one Librarian,

and the mission is clear.

To protect the Librarian
at all costs

and if they die, then...

If they die,
I was prepared for it.

Now I have three.

And I'm afraid one day
on some mission,

when we're out of time
and options,

I’m going to have to choose.

Let one die to save two.

I want to protect all of you.

And...

I’m afraid it may not
be possible.

Vik?

Doesn’t apply to me, really.

Sir, we’re running
out of time.

No, I am out of time.

I am out of my time.

I’ve lost everything.

And I'm supposed to fit in,

but how?

No matter how hard I try,
I never feel at home.

My world was my home.

My home was Anya.

And I gave it up.
And for what?

For a future where
I will forever be an outcast.

Will I die feeling like this?

Feeling alone?

I don't know how you'll feel,

but you won’t be alone.

I still feel afraid.

It’s okay.

First thing a soldier learns

is that courage,

it's just controlling your fear

five minutes longer
than everyone else.

Guys...

Oh, thank God.

That’s a nice way to
honor your dad.

The whole school had a memorial
for Headmaster Hughes.

I thought my dad deserved
to be honored too.

The last few days
feel like a blur.

The rumors about what happened
have been crazy.

I heard the kids say
it was an alien invasion.

It’s never aliens.

I don’t know.

But I do know that my dad
really is gone.

All my friends are avoiding me,

looking at me weird.

Everyone knows
that whatever happened,

happened to my dad.

You know, when I lost
my parents,

I thought that everyone
was avoiding me, too.

But really, I think

I was avoiding them.

Because I was afraid
they would leave.

And it was lonely.

And hey, I have
to work hard every day

to stop pushing people away.

But now I found

a new kind of family.

A family I chose.

Your dad wouldn’t want you
to be alone.

Oh...

And hey, you won’t be.

Okay...

Vikram...

Are you grading us?

Being back in school gave me
a wave of inspiration.

I thought a point system
might be motivating.

Uh, no way Lysa gets
more points than me.

I figured out it was
the Bes Demon.

Uh, sorry, who figured out
how to capture it

and used her psychology degree

to realize that anger is just

a manifestation of
our deepest fears?

Honestly,
I deserve more points.

And who kept you all
alive again?

Hmm? Me.

I don’t see your name
up there, Vikram.

That is because I am
the most senior Librarian.

If anyone were to start
handing out grades,

it would surely be me.

So you had to confess
your deepest fears

to contain the demon.

Disappointed I missed that.

What is Vikram’s
greatest fear?

A new outfit.

Ouch!

Man, too bad we didn’t get to
hear Merlin’s fear, huh?

I'd love to know what a sorcerer
like him is afraid of.

- Oh, yeah.
- Did you say Merlin?

Yes, isn’t it wonderful?

We have a new ally

to the library from
this adventure.

The Merlin, who wishes
to join our fight

to protect
the world from magic.

You let Merlin assist
you on a case?

Guys, you definitely locked up
the demon, right?

Because she looks
pretty angry.

He just wants to work
with the library.

Merlin is an enemy
of the library.

No, no, he told us
all about Camelot,

and what happened.

He wishes to remedy
his mistakes.

This is his second chance.

Do you realize
who you let help you?

The man responsible

for the deaths of everyone
I held dear.

The man who caused
the destruction of my home.

The fall of a great
and noble kingdom.

Merlin is the reason I hid
in isolation for decades--

No, I checked him
with the app.

He has no magic, none, zero.

His power was never
about the magic.

He's cunning,

and manipulative,
and charming.

And even if it's true
and he has no magic left,

do you really imagine
he’s given it up?

He’s like an addict.

All he cares about
is that power,

and he will let nothing
and no one stand in his way.

So no, he does not get
a second chance.

And no, you cannot
ever trust him.

So where is he?

We must interrogate him
immediately,

and we cannot,
under any circumstances,

let him leave the library.

Funny thing, um,

I did leave him alone
to continue his quest

to learn about this new world.

You let Merlin walk free?