"Just as I thought!" Neville sighed wistfully. "It's a shame I didn't realize that at the time."
"Hehe! Anyway, seeing how frequently you attacked, I figured it out." George rubbed his nose, barely able to suppress the smugness curling at the corners of his mouth. "Since that was the case, I thought I might as well tease you a little more."
"Tease me?" Hearing George say that, Neville realized something. "So that was why you launched those counterattacks?"
"Yep!" George spread his hands and said matter-of-factly, "You moved so quickly, and your perception of magical fluctuations was so sharp, so all I could do was wear you down slowly!"
"Since you couldn't see me while I could see you, I did what you did earlier with that longsword—casting spells from tricky angles to scare you."
"That way, you'd definitely get even more nervous, thinking I could be hiding in any direction and might rush out to settle the score with you at any moment."
Listening to George's analysis, Neville nodded repeatedly in agreement. "I really was getting more and more nervous back then! I kept feeling like you might ambush me at any moment!"
"So I kept increasing the frequency of my attacks, trying to see if I could find where you were. In the end, I couldn't keep up physically."
George waggled his eyebrows. "So Miss Abbott had to 'kindly' help you sit down, right?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "kindly," making his tone especially suggestive.
Neville turned to glance in Hanna's direction. Their eyes met at just that moment, and they both immediately looked away in a fluster, their ears turning even redder.
"Well... well..." Although he looked somewhat embarrassed, he still did his best to explain, "I was mainly just really tired... It was lucky Hanna was