Arisugawa found a way to distinguish Delia and Labona.
Lauren and I were shown the terrifying power of those magic spells from behind. The Wind Magic was stronger than we had imagined. Nina’s body fell with a thud. We would have been utterly destroyed if we had been caught in something like that. Nina, lying prone on the ground, was tattered and no longer moving.
“Nina, are you okay?!”
“Ugh, cough, cough, she really did it, didn’t she? I thought my whole body was going to be torn apart.”
She was trying to get up, but her arms were trembling slightly.
“Nina, stay back. I’m next.”
Sharin assumed a posture with her dagger and kicked off from the ground. Nina stopped her.
“No, you’re too light. You’ll really get torn to pieces.”
“Then what should I do? If I don’t go.”
“No, let me go.”
Cecilia, who should have been blown away earlier, appeared. She had also been hit by the attack, but unlike Nina, she was pristine. Cecilia approached the opponent, holding a slender sword in her hand.
“Heh, you’re still going to fight after watching that? Then this time I won’t hold back. I’ll rip off your arms and legs.”
Just as wind began to swirl around Cecilia, the space was crushed by a swirling wind in the next moment. She quickly escaped from there and threw the sword she was holding towards the opponent. Even though it was a sword she must have cherished, she used it as a projectile. The enemy seemed surprised, their body stiffening and their eyes widening.
However, the sword grazed Magician Delia’s cheek and flew behind.
“Hahaha, what a secret plan there? Ahahaha, too bad, your sword flew away. Why don’t you go pick it up?”
But the sword that had flown away returned as if in reverse. The hilt struck the back of her head.
“Ouch! What are you doing?!”
“It’s because you were looking away. Now, let’s go, next.”
Cecilia smiled, ran to the side, and threw the sword diagonally from there.
“Stupid, the same trick won’t work twice!”
The flying sword was pushed back by a gale. The returned sword circled Cecilia and then flew towards the enemy from the opposite side. It moved as if it were being controlled by a thread. Delia was perplexed by this, but she blew the blade that flew from the side back towards Cecilia with the wind. The sword, having lost its momentum, returned to its owner.
“I see, you’re controlling it with threads. You’ve thought of something. In that case, I’ll blow it all away. You’ll be cut to pieces by your own sword.”
Cecilia threw the sword again without being intimidated by the threat. However, this time, the wind turned the blade and aimed for her heart.
“Die, pierced by your own sword!”
As she said that with a high-pitched laugh, something large fell from above Delia’s head. Black body, black robe, it was Lauren.
“Gyaaa! What? What is this? Let go already!”
She flailed her arms and legs, but in an instant, she was wrapped up by strong threads.
