National War: B-Rank Battle Ends

The flickering exhaust flames trailed streams of light. Unlike most Mystic Side participants, whose abilities depended on magical energy, the advantage of a technologist was displayed in this unexpected moment to the fullest!

"I didn't think we'd really have to use this plan."

Amid the ruins of Tower Bridge, the Young Master leaned his whole back against the miniature fortress, pressed the switch, and looked up at the tracking missile he had launched.

His eyes were wide with disbelief at the fact that the Magician had lost, and he spoke with difficulty in a weak voice.

"The Young Master!?"

In the Night Bureau Observation Room, everyone had honestly lost hope the moment they saw the Magician fall. They cried out in surprise at the sight of the tracking missile.

What shocked them even more was that Le Guien's figure stood right where she was on the virtual screen.

It was as if she could not see the incoming attack at all!

"He knew he couldn't win, so he exhausted all his magical energy just to briefly keep her from controlling her body at this moment. That brat..."

Seeing Le Guien standing motionlessly in place, Uncle muttered in surprise. His expression was complicated as he sighed over how decisive and resolute the Magician remained, just as he had always been.

In the Royal Court Observation Room, the bright exhaust flame on the screen reflected in Colossus's aged pupils. He smiled with little reaction.

"Not a bad strategy."

Then, as the tracking missile racing through the sky was about to hit Le Guien, everyone in the Night Bureau tensed at the decisive blow that had seized the chance while she could not move.

As if he had already seen the outcome, he lowered the brim of his hat and chuckled.

"But what