The result was just as Allen had expected. A single Airburst Spell severely wounded his opponent. It was not that the man had never fought a mage before, but Allen was simply too unusual. His spells were not only fast to cast but also extremely powerful.
Most importantly, the man knew nothing about the spells Allen cast. Allen had invented most of them himself, so no one could possibly know about them. That was why his opponent had been defeated without any chance to fight back, completely unprepared.
"All right, the last obstacle is gone. Now it's your turn, you bastard." Allen walked toward Andre, one step at a time.
Andre was practically on his knees. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead as he said to Allen, "Sir, I am an esteemed mage. There is no quarrel between us. Why resort to violence over those peasants?"
"Peasants? I'm one of those peasants you're talking about." Hearing the bastard say that enraged Allen, and he unleashed his mental pressure without restraint.
At that moment, Andre could no longer maintain his so-called aristocratic bearing. He collapsed to the ground and stared at Allen in utter terror, as though a terrifying demon stood before him.
As Allen drew closer, Andre even began begging for mercy. "No, don't kill me. Please, I know I was wrong. Aaaah! You can't kill me! I'm a noble! The king will put a bounty on you!"
"Kill you? Of course I won't kill you. Do you know what this is?" Allen took out the Darend Family's token. There was probably not a noble in Lordaeron who did not know of the Darend Family. The moment Andre saw the emblem, he sprang to his feet in fright. "Y-you're from the Darend Family. Th-this..."
"No, I'm not. I'm