Outside Thousand Tree Castle, within the dense forest.
"Trap of Argalia!"
Accompanied by a crisp shout, a "cute girl" in a white cape and black tights, with pink braided hair, charged forward at high speed. He raised the silver-white lance in his hand and swept it across Spartacus's right leg.
"O oppressor!"
The Roman gladiator, blessed with astonishing recovery, tireless and incapable of feeling pain, instinctively raised his shortsword and struck back without mercy.
Bang!
The sudden loss of footing caught Spartacus off guard, and he crashed hard to the ground.
The gladiator looked down in surprise. From the knee down, his right leg had completely vanished. He could still sense its existence, but he could not control it.
It seemed to have turned into an intangible spirit body.
"As long as you touch this lance, your feet are forcibly spiritualized. Pretty amazing, right?"
The pink-haired "cute girl" smugly rested the silver-white lance on his shoulder, lifted his chin, and showed off to his opponent with sparkling purple eyes.
As a lance, "Trap of Argalia" had extremely low killing power, yet possessed an immense compulsory force capable of "making giants fall."
The moment an opponent touched its tip, they would enter a fallen state. In other words, the toucher's two feet would be forcibly transformed into spirit bodies.
Of course, it was only temporary.
This item had originally been the golden lance wielded by Argalius, a knight of Katai. Its golden spearhead was inscribed with magic that would knock down every opponent it touched.
At first, with the aid of this nearly cheat-like magical lance, Argalius won one mounted contest after another, defeating every knight at his level, including Astolfo.
Back then, carried away by his winning streak, Argalius trusted the lance's power too much. He boldly declared that whoever