Stripped City Adra: The True Culprit Behind It All

Luviagelita's entire face darkened as though shrouded by storm clouds, ready to unleash thunderous fury at any moment.

Kraun had likewise inherited the Mage Crest of a family that had served the Edelfelts for generations. With its operation halted, the nerves synchronized with it had also been affected.

Though he had not fainted, he could no longer move freely. His entire nervous system had come to a standstill, utterly unable to function normally. No matter how tempered his body and magecraft were, they were useless if he could not move.

Thus, Glanid had easily ambushed him, as casually as crushing an ant.

"Glanid Ashborn—"

Luviagelita calmly spoke Glanid's full name while secretly gathering her magical energy. Even if it damaged her Mage Circuits, she did not care.

"If Miss Luviagelita wishes to ask some tedious question like why I killed your attendant, then there is no need for this conversation to continue."

Glanid bared his teeth in a mad grin, utterly unlike his usual cautious, timid, and insecure self.

At that moment, he looked full of vigor—and in truth, he was. After all, the Mage Circuits of most of the magi present had been struck, leaving them unable to recover their ability to cast magecraft anytime soon.

They could not even activate their Mage's Garments now. All they could do was passively await some outcome.

"It is about time they witnessed what a miracle is."

Half of my lung was exposed, twitching faintly. Still bothered by the sight, I reached in, pulled it out, and casually tossed it onto the ground.

The only thing Lanidid could do was gather those Sefen arms behind himself, forming a barrier.

Yet my body had eerily stopped in midair. Like an insect trapped in amber, I could not move in the slightest.

"Was it