Courage Was the Last Piece of Equipment

Andrea's eyes, obscured by Constant Self and thus hollow and lifeless, widened slightly.

A layer of dusk-colored crystals resembling frosting spread over her with a series of cracking sounds, turning flesh into stone and freezing her soul within it.

Caught off guard and petrified, Andrea maintained her stance of gathering thunder as her entire body transformed into a statue!

The pure-white lightning clenched in her right hand also dissipated, unable to be maintained any longer.

The scattered sparks of electricity broke into countless pure-white serpents, landing on the chandelier, carpet, and corpses and leaving behind scorched black marks. It was easy to imagine—if that strike had landed directly on the Princess's soul, even if it could not have blown her soul apart in one hit, it would certainly have inflicted severe damage!

Andrea also lost the ability to fly and plummeted straight from the air.

As she crashed to the ground, the brittle stone statue shattered and collapsed, breaking into several pieces.

If Iver canceled the petrification now, it would be equivalent to tearing her directly into several pieces... and would immediately inflict fatal damage on her.

Yet Iver did not do so. Instead, he slowly withdrew his hand.

For other people, dispelling the petrification might cause her immediate death. But for a Child of the Moon, especially one with the rank of a Blood Lord... it was better to leave her sealed like this.

"...You've got quite a lot of courage."

Iver spoke with considerable admiration to the Princess, whose pitch-black soul had flown out before returning to her body. "She should be a Blood Lord... Facing a spellcaster with this kind of flexible casting ability, you still dared to expose your weakness and charge straight forward."

As the advanced class of the Blood Mage, the Blood Lord was