In an instant, the magic orb spinning in the air swiftly transformed into a sharp, sturdy, and constantly vibrating 'net,' which swept over the cabinet that just nearly killed Frank like a breeze.
A silver coin engraved with a snake head crest, an ancient and yellowed sheet of music, and a magic shadow drawing featuring a joker as the protagonist were simultaneously torn into several equal parts, scattered where they had been.
"So, is the real reason they haven't been disposed of or sealed away because they're 'too weak'? Isn't the management of this forsaken place a bit too lax?"
Double Leaf dismissed the net that was only briefly visible, which was just like a normal breeze before shredding those few items. After casually complaining, she looked down at Motan, whose body she had pinned underfoot, squinted and asked, "Just so you know, you scoundrel, under this lady's magic robe, I'm not just wearing stockings, I'm definitely wearing safety shorts too."
