"I'm not sure if I could win against you, but if you dare to speak ill about her, I will fight you." Devy spoke while pointing her hand at Al, a faint blue glow forming at her fingertips, aimed straight at his neck.
Her fingers trembled slightly, yet the icy-blue light of her magic danced wildly, as if trying to cover the uncertainty hidden beneath her bravery.
Al stared back at Devy with sharp eyes, his gaze glowing faintly red. His hand slowly moved toward her.
The air around them suddenly grew tense. Fallen leaves froze in midair for a split second, caught in the pressure of two opposing forces.
—Swooshh—
Al casually brushed her hand aside with just a single finger. A simple gesture, showing he had no real intention of fighting.
