(゜-゜) The Seven Sages of Destruction Who Picked the Wrong Person (3)
"Is that so?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Frieren continued speaking with casual indifference, then remembered to glance toward the heavily guarded Aura with her usual cold gaze.
"!!"
Aura's smile stiffened for a moment. For some reason, Frieren's calm always made her feel a little uneasy.
Fortunately, though, she still had complete confidence in her plan and her odds of winning.
So when she saw Frieren wave her staff again to clear away the puppets, and noticed that the mana fluctuations around her had weakened considerably, she decided to stop waiting. She would crush Frieren's confidence with her overwhelming mana and rule-based magic.
"Frieren the Slayer..."
As she sent another squad of headless knights forward to wear Frieren down, she raised her voice, as if delivering a triumphant declaration.
"About eighty years ago, you first appeared before our demon race and defeated the Demon King alongside Himmel and the other heroes."
"I have to admit, you're a mysterious elf mage whose age is anyone's guess. Back then, you really were powerful!"
"But that's all in the past. It doesn't matter anymore!"
"Since you foolishly wasted so much mana in front of me, your fate is already sealed!"
"Don't worry. I'll make good use of your headless corpse!"
As she finished speaking, Aura's vicious smile grew even broader, with a touch of undisguised madness.
Then, after sending the final wave of headless knights charging forward, she began advancing as well, silently gathering mana until the space around her started to warp faintly.
"..."
Frieren had, of course, noticed.
Boom—!
And so!
She swung her Scepter once more, blasting the headless knights that charged at her away. Only then did she quietly look toward Aura, letting her Scepter hang