"Leave the rest to me."
Migaiya gently rested a hand on his daughter's shoulder. His pitch-black eyes filled with a trace of tenderness, followed by a calm look as he turned toward the distant enemy, the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses.
This Blood Race enemy was strong.
But not that strong.
"Father..."
Hughberlian choked up as she slowly released the hem of Migaiya's clothes, which she had grabbed instinctively, and tears burst forth like a broken dam.
She knew Migaiya had to go fight.
"Bishop of the Night Mi Gaiya, die together with your half-breed daughter."
Ulysses gave them no chance. Psychic force surged around him, gathering into a rotating crescent blade that swept toward the father and daughter.
He knew that Bishop of the Night was a research-oriented bishop specially recruited by the Pope of the Rebirth Church. Among the original ten bishops, he was even less adept at combat than Dimensional Bishop Toliado—the weakest bishop in battle.
So there was nothing to fear.
"..."
Migaiya waved lightly, and a black curtain of light unfolded before him, catching Ulysses's devastating attack.
Ink-like currents of darkness flowed around Migaiya, becoming layer upon layer of defense. Flecks of starlight flickered within them, resembling the stars in the Night Sky.
The shield was not impenetrable. It visibly trembled beneath Ulysses's attack, but Migaiya seemed to have accurately judged the strength of Ulysses's Mana, using only enough magic to block it without wasting even a drop of excess Mana.
"Ulysses, I won't insult you, but that doesn't mean I'm the kind of person who can remain indifferent when someone bullies my daughter."
Migaiya's voice remained as placid as water. He only watched his spell.
In the void before the black curtain of light, something slowly grew like rose vines. A magnificent, lengthy epic was taking