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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?