What a pity."
"Jahahaha! Enough talk-"
Hovering in midair, Golden Lion grinned and pointed both swords downward.
Almost simultaneously, the tranquil, pale sea suddenly **, turning into towering waves that surged toward the many legendary figures standing there.
The legends of the "tanuki"
were familiar to virtually every household in the island nation Rossi remembered.
By comparison, they were about as well known as the shape-shifting spirits in the tales of his homeland.
And in these legends, the tanuki's most widely recognized feature was the seemingly ordinary leaf on its head.
It was said that with this leaf, a tanuki could conjure anything in the world.
Originally, this seemed more like an ability for children's games.
With the simple nature of the tanuki named Pato, he would at most conjure a few ordinary objects.
But when this ability fell into the Red Count's hands, everything changed.
The hum of propellers churning the air sounded overhead as Bainessarna hovered in midair, her brows drawn tight.
The wasteland beneath her, which should have been covered in mushroom-shaped rocks, now stretched into the rolling contours of a valley.
Wind swept grit across her cheeks, leaving a coarse sensation.
"Over there."
The boy in round glasses raised a hand and pointed into the depths of the valley.
A taut tremor permeated the air, and a pale color was slowly spreading at the edge of their vision.
She grabbed her younger brother's arm, and the mechanisms at her ankles abruptly sped up.
The two cut through the air, racing forward, the wind pressure making their eardrums throb.
Pure white filaments gradually filled their vision-countless fine threads tangled and writhed like living fungal strands.
"Threads."
Gladius squeezed the word through his teeth. "It's Doffy."
Bainessarna's breathing stopped for half a beat when the confrontation came