Eir channeled every ounce of energy from her magical circuits, condensing the most basic defensive spell, Ice Armor, to its absolute limit.
At this mont, Eir, standing amidst the fiery chaos, appeared far more terrifying than the witch hidden ten ters away in the forest, her face concealed by magic.
The edges of her black dress glowed in the firelight. Despite facing such a formidable opponent, her face bore a smile. The icy blue glow of her Ice Armor illuminated half of her face through the flas.
Her gaze locked onto the witch in the woods, her eyes wide with anticipation, as if eagerly awaiting sothing.
The wider her pupils grew, the brighter her smile beca.
The witch raised her staff and, with a soft chuckle, tossed a coin into the air.
At the precipice of a battle about to erupt…
Will, lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, couldn’t hold back any longer!
“Oh, oh, oh, it’s happening—”
He bent his back slightly, cracking open one eye to sneak a peek. From his vantage point under Eir’s dress, he observed her panties—no, wait—he analyzed the magic being cast by the opponent.
So white… Why is she still wearing plain white cotton in this day and age? I need to get her sothing with lace next ti.
Oh, no, no. This magic is amazing.
He strained to catch a glimpse of the witch’s face, but her concealnt magic was too strong for him to penetrate with his current abilities.
Whatever. She’s just a short, tsundere, flat-chested, twin-tailed witch archetype. Nothing I haven’t seen before.
Leah, the witch from the original protagonist’s party, was a foul-mouthed, bratty character.
Undoubtedly, she was the second candidate for the “chasing love funeral” and one of the ultimate losers.
Her power was unquestionably the strongest in the party, but her emotional intelligence and social skills were severely lacking. In modern society, she’d be the type to get ostracized—a gloomy and toxic personality.
…Of course, her face was undeniably cute.
This future teammate was now attacking him, using none other than the infamous Extre Fla teor.
Unlike Will’s imitation spell, cobbled together from an ancient text, hers was the real deal.
Will was eager to see the damage the genuine Extre Fla teor could inflict—and more importantly, how Eir would respond.
“We seek the ultimate fla…”
Will watched the witch’s movents, silently reciting the chant he had used during his own experint. Though he couldn’t hear her voice, he followed her rhythm in his mind.
The air around the witch began to swirl, forming a twenty-ter radius of turbulent currents centered on her—far larger than the area Will had managed during his test.
“We await the teor of the night sky…”
The air currents converged toward the tip of her staff, glowing with intense firelight. Even the scorched grass and debris around Will were swept into the air.
Amidst the searing currents, a subtle flow of elental energy coursed through Eir’s veins.
Even Will was taken aback. The real Extre Fla teor absorbed far more air and energy than he had anticipated.
“We desire the imitation of divinity.”
Even by the stream, the air grew dry and scorching. Every breath felt like it could ignite his throat and nostrils.
Will swallowed hard. During his experint, he had felt the air heat up, but never to this extent.
The coin the witch had thrown into the air was now engulfed in flas, expanding from a small coin to a fireball the size of a fist.
Eir…
Despite his usual chaotic mindset, Will found himself genuinely worried. The girl standing before him, her black dress slightly lifted by the wind, might not be able to withstand this.
No…
This was the maid he had raised for four years.
The maid who was ant to withstand a strike from the final boss, the Fla Dragon.
There was no way she’d fall to a witch’s basic attack.
Though…
Will had to admit this “basic attack” was far more intense than he had anticipated.
Before him, Eir’s back glowed with the icy blue light of her magic.
The black dress gave her an air of reliability. Her wolf ears twitched as the currents blew them flat, only for them to spring upright again.
“Brand our fate, burn our souls, sear our lives…”
Will silently mouthed the chant for Extre Fla teor, his words perfectly synchronized with Leah’s.
It was coming…
As the final words left her lips…
“This is Extre Fla teor—”
“Eir, now’s your mont!”
The teor was about to strike!
A battle that shouldn’t have taken place outside a dungeon was now unfolding. The fiery spell at the tip of the witch’s staff was unleashed, carrying with it the heat of the surrounding air as it hurtled toward Eir.
Its speed was blinding, scorching the grass in its path.
Amidst the flas, Eir stood motionless, raising her right arm—her dominant hand, encased in Ice Armor.
Ti seed to stretch.
Her arm didn’t tremble. Facing a teor several tis stronger than the one she had intercepted during the experint, she raised her hand with unwavering determination.
Calm and composed, she faced the witch’s ultimate ancient magic…
Eir…
Simply raised her hand.
Using nothing more than the basic Ice Armor she had honed to perfection through years of sauna training.
Fueled by her resolve to protect the one she held dear.
And perhaps… tinged with a hint of darkness.
As the blazing teor descended, Eir…
Swung her fist.
With a single punch, she sent the teor flying!
BOOM—
The entire sequence happened so quickly, so fluidly, that it seed effortless. The teor, which the witch had charged for over ten seconds, was deflected with such force that it obliterated the treetops twenty ters behind Eir.
The punch unleashed a wave of icy wind, extinguishing the burning grass and leaving a layer of frost in its wake. Even the armored vehicle’s tal surface bore parallel streaks of ice.
In that mont, every fla conjured by the witch was extinguished.
Standing amidst the cold, Eir remained silent.
The chilling aura surrounding her seed to seep into everyone present, freezing them to their cores.
As Eir struck, Will felt the triumphant battle music in his head abruptly cut off.
The eerie silence was broken only by the sound of cracking ice.
Halfway out of the carriage, Will’s jaw dropped.
He had expected Eir to hold her ground, perhaps trade blows with the witch. But to deflect the spell entirely—and nearly take out the witch in the process?
Was the witch too weak?
Or had he raised Eir to be too strong?
Will felt like he was watching a walkthrough video a year ahead of schedule, where a supposedly challenging boss was accidentally one-shot.
“Eir, you…”
Will began to speak, intending to praise her, but—
He saw Eir standing there, her black dress slightly torn, clutching her trembling right hand—the one that had punched the teor.
Her posture was rigid, her icy aura radiating a terrifying presence.
It was as if…
As if she were a yandere determined to kill everyone in order to protect the one she loved.
Will froze.
This scene…
This oppressive atmosphere…
This sheer intensity…
It was perfect!
This was it!
The yandere vibe he had been trying to cultivate for years—it was finally here!
This was the feeling he had been waiting four years for!
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