"What in the world is going on?" Brando pursed his lips and grabbed Nemesis, who was about to advance. He suddenly calmed down, feeling as though he had vaguely grasped something, and said in a low voice, "Wait. Ice Fae are a very timid species. They've always been completely removed from battle. At most, they'd dare use spells to toy with adventurers from a distance... Something's strange."
The female knight struggled slightly, but after hearing Brando's words, she had just taken one step when her foot crunched into the snow. She couldn't help stopping as well. She raised her head and stared suspiciously at the fairy girl on the ground.
"Nonsense!" The fairy girl grimaced in pain, but still covered her swollen cheek with her tiny hand. Stammering, she jumped up and shouted, "We're not timid at all! We'll fight to the bitter end to protect our homeland!"
"Protect your homeland?" Brando seemed to catch a whiff of something in the air. Narrowing his eyes, he gently rested Harangya's blade against the ground. "Little one, it seems you're hiding some secret—"
"I won't tell you!"
"You didn't answer no, you said you wouldn't tell me. That means there really is one—"
"You..." The little fairy was clearly furious. She stretched out both hands and shouted, "I am the daughter of the North Wind, Sleeping Dragon Karateris!" Seven enormous magic circles unfolded in layers, centered on her palms. As if accompanied by a low, bestial growl, a pillar of ice shot out from the center of the array, curved through the air, and flew toward Brando.
A seven-ring ice-type elemental spell.
Sleeping Dragon Karateris was a famous King of Ice Dragons, so a spell created in its name naturally wasn't simple. But Brando didn't even blink. As though he had been