Beasts Are Meant to Be Tamed

There had not been the slightest mistake in that strike.

Atalanta was certain of it. Just as when she had attacked Black Saber before, she had charged her shot, taken aim, and fired an attack with power exceeding Rank A. Not even Black Saber's Treasure Tool could withstand such a surprise assault.

The outcome had already been decided. Her arrow would pierce her prey's vital point as it always did and kill him—or so Atalanta had believed.

But that was not what happened.

"...!"

Just as the arrow was about to strike the young man, Atalanta suddenly saw a series of magical flashes appear around him. Then, all manner of strange shields and defensive spells she had never seen before activated instantly. Her arrow seemed to strike an invisible wall and was knocked away.

How could this be?

Staring dumbfoundedly at the scene before her, Atalanta did not know what to say. Of course, she knew about the Magecraft of this era... Compared with the age she had lived in, modern Magecraft was not especially powerful to her. But even in Atalanta's own time, she had never seen a Magus like this!

Then, Atalanta saw the young man open his eyes and look in her direction—eyes with golden pupils, utterly unlike what she had imagined.

That was right. They were like... a dragon's!

"...!"

The huntress sprang up and raced backward. The instant that gaze fell upon her, an intense fear erupted from the depths of her heart. Like a little white rabbit watched by a great gray wolf, she desperately wanted to flee back to her den.

She did not even think of resisting, because it was something she could not possibly resist.

She did not even think of fighting, because it was an existence she could not possibly