"Whew, whew~~"
Very soon, the ritual inspection was complete. Philo stood at the center of the Ritual Array, the Emperor's Order hanging from her waist. She held a dried rat in one hand and a dried pufferfish in the other, chanting in a low voice as she performed a strange, primitive dance within the array.
A miraculous ripple of magic spread outward, nearly sweeping across the entire rooftop!
It finally stopped right in front of Isaac, making his eyes narrow slightly. So, was this a provocation or a joke?
There had been no need for Philo's ritual to spread that far.
Still, Isaac said nothing. It had not truly affected him, and neither Remington nor Princess Noens' Daughter, who were within its range, seemed harmed. Perhaps it was merely a bit of malicious amusement.
So Isaac simply stood quietly to one side, silently cursing the ritual to fail!
With the Emperor's Order protecting his life, he felt no pressure whatsoever about cursing it!
Then...
"Hm? Don't tell me it actually failed?" Watching Philo's momentum take a sharp nosedive, Isaac blinked in bewilderment. It really failed?
Hearing Isaac's mutter, Angel could not help but cast him a surprised glance. From the sound of it, had this man actually cursed the Grand Princess to fail?
Who would have thought he was the petty, score-settling sort...
Though the Emperor's Order could preserve her life, even Philo, as the Grand Princess, had no easy time obtaining one. Especially since she was not particularly favored—she had to strive for everything herself.
Boom!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the ritual, which had seemed to be proceeding splendidly, suddenly failed!
An enormous rift appeared in the sky. A pair of huge hands covered in eyes reached out from within, attempting to seize Grand Princess Philo.
But at that