"So, you killed that many enemies in one go?"
After listening to Roy's account, Aisling could only feel that Roy's experience had been far too unbelievable.
Though Roy's description now made it sound insignificant, just from the scattered details, Aisling could easily imagine how perilous the battlefield had been.
"Well? Were you so scared by my heroic deeds that you cried?"
Facing the stunned Aisling, Roy wore a somewhat smug expression.
"Hmph. All I can say is that the fact you're still alive and standing here bothering me is thanks to your damn luck. Seriously, if your luck had been even a little worse, some Killing Curse from who knows where would have taken your life long ago, never mind letting you cast that so-called lightning magic of yours."
Not to mention the Thunderbird's timely rescue or Elias arriving late. Just his initial stunt of pretending to be dead on the grass to ambush the enemy—if the wizard who came to inspect him had been experienced, they could have spotted at a glance from the ill-fitting equipment that the Aisling Roy was impersonating had been created with Polyjuice Potion.
Roy laughed happily. In response to Aisling's doubts, he openly admitted that he had been lucky.
"Of course the goddess of luck was on my side, because I used Felix Felicis."
Hearing Roy say that, Aisling suddenly understood. She reached for the Felix Felicis she had kept hidden in the inner pocket of her clothes, and sure enough, the little glass vial that had been there was already gone.
"You didn't mention it, so I almost forgot. You really have some nerve. Was that what gave you the confidence to court death? Don't tell me you thought drinking Felix Felicis would make every spell miss you?"
Roy waved a hand.
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