With a sharp crack, the iron restraints still clinging to his wrists shattered, bursting into fragments.
The raw magic pouring from Dominic's body resonated through the metal, breaking it apart.
"Uu… UuuuuuOOOOHHHHHHH!"
The sound was a beast's growl, not a man's voice.
His magic swelled, condensed, and pressed down on everything around them.
Louis's body locked up in terror, trembling uncontrollably. He couldn't move. Cold sweat poured from every pore, drenching him.
...
After his meeting with General Gabrant, Jircniv felt drained, yet he could not contain his excitement.
What the general had offered was, surprisingly, not a bad deal for him and for Dalmasca.
His uncle, Lord Chelmsford, was even very eager about the proposal for his daughter's marriage.
It had only been a short time since they met, but even in that brief encounter, Chelmsford had come to value Dominic very highly.
