"Overkill…"
"Huh?"
Before I knew it, Lucia was standing beside me.
"The wild pussy playing on the other side of the city is going to burn too, you know?"
"Eh?"
Lucia waved her hand, and the massive black flames that had been covering the entire city vanished in an instant.
Time seemed to have stopped. Everyone around me was frozen in the exact same posture as before I cast the magic. No sound could be heard. The only thing audible was a dog barking somewhere far away.
Up on the castle wall, Ana Lunametia, the leader of the Red Iron Corps, was covering her face with her right arm. It looked like she had instantly taken a defensive stance. Among the examinees, Marvela, the vice-leader of the mercenary band 'Light of the Three Spears,' was in the middle of dropping into a low stance. She was probably trying to dive down. It seemed only these two had managed to react to my magic.
"Masaharu, you imagined a huge flame because you wanted a good score, right?"
"Yeah."
