"...Hm?"
Asō Madoka, who was locked in battle with Yuan, clearly had not expected Larkspur to say that. She froze for a moment. "Now?"
"Now. We don't have much time left. It's time to go all out."
Larkspur removed the hand covering her chest and nodded. "Don't worry about her ability. I have a rough idea in mind right now, but I need you and Morning Glory to help me confirm it."
After saying that, she frowned despite herself. In order to repair the damage to her body, she could feel her magic draining rapidly. The burden on her soul also left her feeling uncomfortable all over, but they were still in the middle of a battle, so she had no choice but to suppress the feeling.
"What?" Hearing this, Hong Siyu curiously leaned closer as well.
"...Hit her. No matter what kind of attack or method you use, as long as you hit her."
Looking at Yuan in the distance, Larkspur said with considerable certainty, "I'm ninety percent sure that the essence of her ability lies in that piece of information."
"Just hit her?" Hong Siyu looked at Larkspur's expression, confirmed that she was serious, then looked at Yuan standing not far away, lost in thought.
"Are you sure?"
Taking advantage of the moment when Yuan knocked her back, Asō Madoka landed beside Larkspur. "If you really mean that, then I'll carry out your instructions exactly."
"I'm sure." Larkspur straightened slightly as well. "Go, Asō. Start the counterattack."
Without asking another question, Asō Madoka grinned.
Watching Yuan approach their group once more, she lifted the wineglass in her hand with an elegant gesture. Orange magic gathered in her other hand, forming a long-handled spoon, which she gently rotated once along the inside of the glass.
"Margaret, Grand Flourishing Blossoming."