"!!
"?!
By the time Queen Catherine and Christian reacted and whipped their heads around, they saw a certain troublesome little girl mage hovering directly above the flagship's sterncastle helm cabin, several yards above the deck.
Her skirt fluttered in the sea breeze, its hem billowing. She had no wings, yet she simply floated there in midair—and, more importantly, flames were swirling around her?
There was no doubt that Annie had thrown the basket-sized fireball that had blasted the enormous octopus Siren and left it howling in agony. Their ship had only a few monk spellcasters, and their magic clearly fell far short of what they had just witnessed."
(,, ~,)
Annie paid no attention to Catherine, Christian, or the others. She merely stared teasingly at the enormous octopus Siren in the distance, which still refused to release the warship from its tentacles.
"Tch!"
(73)
"It stinks, and it doesn't look very tasty either."
9-030)
"All right!"
(ψ∇′
As she spoke, she raised her right hand again. Amid the swirling flames, another basket-sized fireball appeared.
The moment it materialized above her palm, even Christian down below could feel its astonishing heat.
Still as large as a basket, the huge fireball had crimson flames rolling and dancing over its surface, while its core was almost white. It took no imagination to realize how terrifying its temperature and energy were.
Of course, that was not important. What mattered was that, with a casual flick of Annie's hand, the fireball streaked across the night sky again, trailing a long tail of flame. Like a falling meteor, it struck the octopus Siren precisely where its tentacles joined its belly.
Boom—!
Another thunderous explosion rang out. As the flames erupted against the same wound, their glare once again lit up nearly half the surrounding waters.