With her magical ability, it would easily penetrate something even as solid as a brick.Īs I spoke, a certain memory floated up in the back of my mind. It seemed if I gave another careless response, then the Gandr would come flying. I was immediately pressed for an answer. "Then why do you quietly follow someone like him?" Instead, even if it was just quietly fanning the flames, I would use even this short meeting to try and make her understand.ĭeciding to avoid the issue with ambiguity. But, if I did so in a place like this, this beautiful girl would not approve. I would simply raise my hands in complete and utter agreement if I could. Once more, as if to emphasize her point, the girl called out. "Your master is truly the worst kind of person." With just a leisurely movement of her hand, someone like me with no resistance to magecraft would undoubtedly be easily annihilated. In this case, where she was activating it through her Magic Crest, it could stop the heart, causing instant death, a technique known as a. Originally it was a weak curse that shot from the finger and caused only mild illness. On top of that, it was a form of magic that she was particularly skilled in, a spell known as the Gandr shot. A fixated Mystery, passed down like a secret art. Passed down in old Magus Lineages like hers, in a sense it was the greatest heirloom, and the greatest curse. Bestowed upon a Magus, it was like an artificial organ, or so I had been taught. It flowed as if tracing a kind of pattern, and even now was howling with fangs bared.Īh, of course, even I understood. That level of hostility filled the girl's voice, and prana far beyond hostility coursed through her arm. Even if it had, I probably wouldn't have been able to say anything to refute the claim. Thinking it was a rather obvious assessment, it didn't occur to me to argue. In a manner that was excessively spiteful and agitated, Luviagelita Edelfelt spat out those words.
"Your master is truly the worst kind of Magus."
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