"It looks like—" Standing in the center of the ruined inn's lobby, Achill slipped both hands back into his trouser pockets and said calmly, "things can finally quiet down a little."
Around him, dozens of Mages lay sprawled across the shattered floor, some faceup, others facedown.
Every last one of them was a Mage from Sabertooth!!
"Damn you!! Take another hit, True God of Death—" Covered in wounds, Orga struggled unsteadily to his feet. He thrust his palms toward Achill's completely exposed back, black lightning magic gathering wildly between his hands, and threw back his head with a roar. "180 Super Black Lightning Cannon!!!!!"
Boom— Trailing a dazzling, chilling glare of black electricity, the thick column of black lightning blasted from his palms like a missile!! Its target—
Achill's back!!!
"Didn't I say that no trash was allowed to—" Achill raised his head, magic flashing abruptly in his eyes, and swung his hand hard behind him without even looking!!
"Attack me with magic again!!!"
Boom!— The thick column of black lightning was shattered in an instant!! The terrifying force that erupted outward blasted Orga off his feet, sending him flying as he coughed up blood!!!
"Nothing but a few feeble ants, yet some of them always like to imagine they're important." Looking through a hole in the wall, Achill glanced at the troops hurrying toward them through the noisy, crowded street in the distance. "And I've wasted a little too much time. I'll have to leave before the Kingdom's patrol arrives. Still, that aside..."
At that, he turned his gaze back ahead—or rather, toward the Sharp-Browed Woman leaning against a wall a short distance away, her hand clamped around the severely wounded Yukino's delicate neck.
"What exactly are you planning to do?" Watching her hand, Achill asked calmly, with a