Back from Slacking Off / Severed Arm (One Chapter Owed; I'll Make It Up Tonight)

Medea Medea, her lips slightly pursed beneath her hood, watched the figure reappear from the smoke of battle, her gaze gradually turning cold.

Indeed, no matter what, you'd better just die.

"DerWindSturm--!"

The first thing to emerge from the smoke was not Kayneth, but Magecraft, compressed to its absolute limit by Kayneth, that pierced through the smoke and charged toward Medea on the other side.

The Magecraft is incredibly powerful; it is a grand Magecraft that uses a TenCount contract to shorten the incantation time of at least ten bars to the extreme in order to activate it.

This can be described as Kayneth's ultimate attack as a [color-position] Magecraft. Even Servant could not possibly catch this Magecraft unscathed.

But--

Medea, unharmed, easily blocked the attack.

No, not even basic defense is needed.

With just a glance, Medea easily deciphered the Magecraft structure before her. With a slight twitch of her fingers hidden within her robes, the invisible magical power within the Great Source began to infiltrate the upcoming spell, as if receiving a command from its superior.

In less than a breath --

The Magecraft Kayneth cast vanished silently from Medea's sight, like a stone sinking into the sea. As the Magecraft dissipated, a deep voice rang out from beneath the hood:

"This childish game... let's end it as soon as possible..."

Upon hearing this, Kayneth felt a chill run down his spine. He had a premonition that this attack from the Divine Era Magus would be even more terrifying than before.

Just as Kayneth had thought—

The tinkling of Medea's staff triggered the rhythm of magic within the [Great Source]. Medea began to construct an even larger secret technique than before. The array drawn in mid-air by the unique divine incantations from the Age of Gods emitted a heart-palpitating magical fluctuation.

As Kayneth looked at the terrifying magic behind Medea, a power that would burn one's eyes with just a glance, his smile gradually froze...

A mocking laugh, seemingly aimed at fools, rang in Kayneth's ears:

"Is that so? You've finally woken up. You're still a long way from going against me. But I really had some fun, 'Mr. Genius.' It's been a long time since I've had a Magecraft competition like this. But, in that case, your value ends here."

Although he already knew from their previous encounters that there was an insurmountable chasm between him and Medea on the path of magic, but...

"What, you're not happy about it? But that's reality. Not to brag, but our Magecraft battle before was just something I played around with."

Then Medea pointed at him.

This is truly the final moment, a death sentence pronounced:

"Disappear. I think after I send you on your way, it's only a matter of time before Saber falls into her trap."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Magecraft that Medea had been preparing to unleash behind her attacked Kayneth like a summons from the deepest hell!

"--Welt Ende!"

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Chapter 104: Returning from Slacking Off

Like a spell to open the gates of hell, a terrifying aura emanated from the array operating behind Medea!

Seeing this scene up close with the naked eye, both Kayneth and Wang Xiaoming unconsciously twitched their Adam's apples.

There's no need to pay attention to Kayneth's already locked in by Magecraft.

At that moment, it felt as if an electric bell was ringing wildly in Wang Xiaoming's mind, reminding him to leave this place immediately.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming himself understood that now was not the time to play the hero. He was nothing more than a hindrance on this battlefield.

In that case, one must have self-awareness...

Just as Wang Xiaoming was about to find cover to avoid the aftermath of the Magecraft trick, he suddenly heard a loud explosion not far in front of him.

Turning his gaze toward the source of the sound, Wang Xiaoming suddenly noticed a crater in front of him, created by the magic bullet, with the soil and pebbles that had been scattered in mid-air not yet completely settling down.

Knowing that time was of the essence, Wang Xiaoming didn't even bother to look up. He took a step and jumped into the pit, not caring about how graceful his posture was, and half-lyed down in the pit.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming had already entered the cover, Medea, who was in mid-air, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her gaze to Kayneth, whose face was ashen, and a playful smile appeared on her lips:

Goodbye, Magecraft

"--Welt Ende!" The next second-- light, a pillar of light filled with destructive energy, covered the entire battlefield. Because he was half-crouched, Wang Xiaoming did not directly come into contact with this beam of light representing "destruction".

--But this doesn't mean Wang Xiaoming is in good shape right now. Boom!!!

Immediately following the "light of destruction" was a deafening roar that shook the earth.

As the earth shook violently, Wang Xiaoming felt as if someone had pressed a mute button next to his ear. Suddenly, he couldn't hear anything, and the whole world fell into silence. The next second, the scorching heat in the air almost materialized and swept over Wang Xiaoming's back, causing him to groan involuntarily.

Ten seconds, a minute, or even longer--

"Cough, cough..."

Sensing the silence on the ground, Wang Xiaoming raised his head, coughing incessantly as he gasped for fresh air. Only after finally recovering did he have time to look up and survey the now-silent battlefield.

"Is this... Magecraft?"

Looking at the scene before him, although he had already prepared himself, Wang Xiaoming still rubbed his eyes: under the unbridled sweep of the light cannon, the ground "eroded" by the light cannon did not collapse as one would expect, but instead "melted" like ice melting under the scorching sun, turning into red "magma".

Although the molten lava exposed to the air gradually solidified due to the weather, the scorching reddish-brown color remained the dominant hue on the battlefield.

This isn't the time to lament about the passage of time...

Wang Xiaoming slapped his face hard; the cold touch quickly brought him back to his senses. His eyes scanned the battlefield rapidly, and soon Wang Xiaoming spotted the target he was looking for.

The purple figure had just landed on the ground from mid-air, its steps slightly unsteady.

Upon seeing this, Wang Xiaoming disregarded everything and rushed to Medea's side to gently support her. Only then did Wang Xiaoming realize how badly she was in condition, despite her usual elegant demeanor.

Medea, leaning on Wang Xiaoming's shoulder, closed her eyes lightly, seemingly too weak to even speak. However, upon sensing the familiar presence beside her, Medea managed a weak twitch of her lips in response.

Upon seeing this, Wang Xiaoming, filled with worry, quickly transferred the little magic power he had left to his Servant.

"It's fine..."

Before Wang Xiaoming could even transfer his magic to Medea unilaterally severed the connection. Already half-lying in Wang Xiaoming's arms, she looked up at his profile and chuckled softly.

"It's just that I've overdrawn my magic power a bit; it's not a problem for me."

"..."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Medea's face again and found that she did indeed look much better than before. He breathed a sigh of relief, but also smiled bitterly to himself.

[If only I were a little stronger...]

"By the way, where's Kayneth?"

Shaking his head, Wang Xiaoming suddenly remembered Kayneth had been submerged in Medea's beam of light.

However, as soon as Wang Xiaoming asked the question, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand, a familiar voice rang in his ears:

"It's truly rare that Mr. Wang would think of me at a time like this."

As the footsteps grew clearer, Kayneth's figure reappeared in Wang Xiaoming's sight.

Kayneth looked disheveled; his usually meticulous hair was now slightly scorched, and his face was covered in patches of black and white from the smoke of war.

All of this completely stripped him of his "aristocratic air," but Kayneth's smile was impossible to hide.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his right arm. His right arm, which was originally covered with Command Spell, had lost more than half of the Command Spell that were the source of magic power supporting the barrier in order to withstand Medea's light cannon attack!

Although the loss was "significant," it was insignificant compared to what he had gained.

Because of the feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, Kayneth could clearly sense that the bottleneck that had troubled him for so long seemed to have cracked. He believed that if he returned to the Clock Tower and spent some time reflecting, the gains would be considerable, and even Kayneth [Grand] was within his reach.

But more importantly, it's because--

Kayneth's smile widened as he looked at Medea, whose face was pale from exhaustion.

In the end, he emerged victorious in this battle against the Divine Era Magus.

Although he used some "off-field methods," if the news of his feat of defeating the "Divine Era Magus" on his own reached the ears of those in the Clock Tower, the reputation of the Archibald Family would surely soar once again!

By then, I'm sure Sola will look at me with new respect.

"Ha— Magecraft, are you really that confident?"

Medea had regained some of her magic, looked up at Kayneth, who was gradually approaching her, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"Even your full-force attack just now, Caster, couldn't touch me. What can you do now that your magic is depleted?"

Upon seeing Medea's smile, Kayneth sneered. Recalling the terrifying magic cannon shot he had just unleashed, and seeing her weakened state, he was certain that she was merely putting on a show.

"Indeed, with my current magic power, I can no longer unleash that attack..."

Medea did not refute, but instead smiled again:

"But Magecraft, what makes you think that attack just now was my last 'trump card'?"

"??!"

Upon hearing this, Kayneth was startled and instinctively tried to erect a barrier.

But this time, Kayneth was astonished to find that the Command Spell on his right arm did not respond to him.

"How could this be?!"

Medea, who had regained her balance with Wang Xiaoming's shoulder, looked at the bewildered Kayneth opposite her and gave him a mischievous smile:

"As I said before, our Magecraft duel was just something I did for fun."

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Chapter 105. The Severed Arm (One chapter owed, will be added tonight)

"What did you do?! How were you able to hinder the power of the Command Spell?"

Upon discovering he couldn't use Command Spell to maintain the barrier, Kayneth's face showed an unexpected hint of panic for the first time. Although he quickly suppressed it, his earlier reaction hadn't escaped Medea's notice. A meaningful smile played on her lips as she retorted to Kayneth:

What do you think?

"You..."

Seeing Medea's ambiguous smile, Kayneth, who was about to erupt in anger, suddenly stopped talking. A scene flashed through his mind: the pre-battle meeting he had held with Wang Xiaoming before the "Banquet of Kings."

"This thing can delay the transmission of Command Spell to Servant by five seconds."

At that time, Wang Xiaoming, who was holding a pocket watch in his hand, said the following.

Could it be that this time is also...?

"Oh--"

Seeing Kayneth's pale face, Medea sneered and said:

"While I admire your courage and ideas, there's a limit to your wishful thinking that you can take me, a Magecraft from the Divine Era Magus, by relying solely on 'Command Spell'!"

After hearing Medea's "evaluation" of him, Kayneth's previously agitated expression suddenly calmed down:

"I must admit, Caster, your Magecraft skills are far beyond what I can currently comprehend, but if you think you can make me admit defeat based on that alone, the pride of my Archibald clan is not so fragile!"

Although the stolen Command Spell have been disabled, the magical power stored within him still exists!

"Fervor, mei sanguis! (Boiling, my blood!)"

As Kayneth chanted softly, the fluid-like mercury jewels overflowed from the test tube in his hand, gathering into a sphere around him.