Even as Sovell went all out, he began to doubt himself against Liens, who was likewise fighting at full power.
The reason was simple: every spell Sovell cast was nullified the instant it touched Liens's robes or armor...
That was all...
All...
* You've got to be kidding me!!! * (In a certain Papa Kiritsugu's voice.)
I!
Sovell!
Disciple of the illustrious Grand Mage Merlin!
A Magus specializing in the wind attribute!
Wielder of limitless magical energy, empowered by a Dragon Heart!
My spells are being nullified?!!
Yes.
Those supremely confident, even somewhat conceited declarations above were precisely what Sovell was thinking at that moment.
For all the dignified airs and impeccable manners Sovell put on every day, he was still a Dragonkin, with a measure of pride all his own.
Or, to exaggerate a little, one might even call it...
Arrogance?
But as the saying went:
Arrogance required the ability to back it up.
Because of those words, someone in another world had already paid the price of one hidden backup energy source-his master-and an entire city.
Of course, Sovell's "arrogance" did not come from a hidden backup energy source. He possessed the ability to sustain that "arrogance" himself.
Before today, Sovell could have confidently declared that, among everyone openly known on the Island of Britain, he could kill anyone within a single day, apart from the White Dragon, Merlin, and his senior fellow disciple, about whom he knew nothing.
Yes, that included Gawain and Artoria.
Gawain needed no explanation. His blessing was both his greatest asset and his greatest weakness.
Artoria's problem was simply her weapon. Whatever else Caliburn might be, it was ultimately a Ritual Sword and could not withstand a dragon's full power.
But now... half the ability that sustained that "arrogance" had become