A Reversal (A Sudden Turn of the Tables) (Continued)

Crossing the threshold meant reversal. Pleasure that became too intense could even produce an effect akin to pain.

"Ah!" Artoria arched her back, her body involuntarily bending backward. She gritted her teeth, yet she could not stop saliva from spilling from the corner of her mouth.

"What... is this... ah~"

Artoria struggled to lower her head. Yellow-green divine light bloomed within her eyes.

With the authority of the Goddess of the End, Artoria saw the flow of magic within her body—but the sight before her left her utterly shocked.

Her magic was surging toward her fingertips at the speed of floodwaters, then flowing from there into Aya's body.

No wonder Aya kept licking her fingers as though addicted. What attracted her was not the butter, but magic brimming with divinity!

The flow of magic had reached a terrifying speed, like the Yangtze during flood season. Such violent loss of magic should have rapidly weakened a person.

The moment Artoria failed to push Aya away, she had been doomed to never push her away again!

"But... at this speed... I should have already been... drained dry... ah, ah!"

That was right—the rate at which her magic was being drained was simply too terrifying. Having completed the Holy Lance's unanchoring, endured a thousand years of time, and achieved a divine ascension, Artoria possessed an immense quantity of magic. If an ordinary Heroic Spirit's magic was a small pool, then hers was a vast reservoir.

But this rate of loss was at the level of countless rivers flowing into the sea!

The reason Artoria had not been dried out by the violent extraction of magic was that, even as it was being drawn away, magic was constantly being poured back into her.

Like a swimming pool in a math problem, draining water while