The Eighth Hundred and Seventeenth Chapter: Get on, Quick

Meanwhile, as Lady of the Graveyard Roses continued gathering a large amount of Magic Wind, she cast a spell at the Razor Beast—the Razor Beast serving as the mount of the one who was currently suspected to be Kazak the Cyclops.

After all, she wasn't stupid. As a legendary-level Wizard, she hadn't attacked the Minotaur Beast King outright because she could tell that its Spell Resistance was extraordinarily high. Even with her power as a legendary Wizard, she had only a fifty percent chance of making a spell work on it.

But the Magic Wind was so thin that she had to think twice before casting anything. That was why she'd been watching Theodore and the Minotaur Beast King duel.

It wasn't because Theodore and the Minotaur Beast King were having a champion's showdown. To her, she was nothing but a despicable Amethyst Wizard.

But now, her opponent was trying to escape.

As one of the culprits responsible for turning Nurn, the city she had reclaimed over the course of her life, into its current state, how could Miss Graveyard Rose simply let him go?

"Fatigue Wave." With so little Magic Wind available, Lady of the Graveyard Roses couldn't even gather enough to cast a Wave of Exhaustion.

But this would do. The Fatigue Wave spread toward the Razor Beast. Out of "courtesy," it passed by the Minotaur Beast King first. If it happened to overcome its Spell Resistance, that would be wonderful.

Well, the Fatigue Wave passed right by the Minotaur Beast King. Just as expected, it drifted by without so much as raising a ripple.

The Minotaur Beast King wasn't affected at all.

Instead, he swung the magic greatsword in his hand and slashed at the space beside the Razor Beast, as though cutting at something.

The Razor