Watching the green tree spirit flutter up close.
Ronald had not yet spoken when Costate stepped forward on her initiative and pressed her palm against the creature.
"..."
At this moment, facing the environment around it.
The tree spirit was clearly intending to resist.
However, Costate's mastery of movement was so skillful that, as the tree spirit attempted to dodge, her nimble palm quickly maneuvered around the obstruction and in the blink of an eye landed on the opponent's head.
Slap—
"..."
With a gentle strike, the Magic Fluctuation also vanished in a flash.
Under the seemingly casual action of the maid, the tree spirit's body convulsed violently, emitting a grating and unpleasant noise from its woody trunk.
"Uh—gah—ah—"
"..."
A twisted, inhuman sound emanated from the creature.
It was obviously enduring unbearable pain.
And it lasted only a few seconds.
