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In an instant, the situation had completely escalated. The two girls, who had just been sitting together chatting, suddenly became outright adversaries. Mengdie, naturally, did not want to resort to this method, but for the sake of her own power and to regain her male identity, she had no choice but to do this once.
To avoid provoking her hostage, Sashara, Mengdie kept her distance, continuously reassuring her and asking her to sit back down. Although initially panicked by the situation, Sashara glanced slyly at the corner of the room...
Following her gaze, Mengdie spotted a staff as tall as the girl, with a white magic stone embedded at the top, leaning against the wall!
Suddenly, Sashara made her move! She lunged towards the staff. Realizing the danger, Mengdie also sprang forward, trying to intercept Sashara before her fingers could touch the staff. Unfortunately, Sashara was much closer to the staff than Mengdie to her, and before Mengdie could reach her, Sashara's fingers were already wrapped tightly around the staff, swinging it at Mengdie.
"Violent Storm!"
The magic stone atop the staff blazed with dazzling light! Mengdie felt an odd sensation under her feet and, sensing danger, quickly did a backward somersault. Before she could land, a fierce tornado erupted, piercing through the ceiling.
Mengdie, who had narrowly escaped the tornado, wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. Had she been just a bit slower, she would have been sucked up by the tornado and slammed into the ceiling!
"Who would have thought you're a magician?"
Mengdie stood up, reassessing the princess in front of her.
"More accurately, I am a divine magic user. An honorary nun of the Great Church," said Sashara, holding the staff towards Mengdie, her confidence visibly boosted.
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"Is that so? Then I won't treat you as a mere hostage," Mengdie said, tearing a piece of cloth from her waist and wrapping it around her hand, pulling it tight. "I'm sorry, but with my current abilities, I might not be able to subdue you without causing harm. I apologize in advance for the violence I'm about to inflict on you. Now... come on!!!"
Mengdie charged at Sashara like an arrow released from a bow. Sashara, a princess who usually learned magic through "study," lacked the practical combat experience of Mengdie. Startled by Mengdie's sudden charge, Sashara lifted her staff—
"Wind... Blade Cut!"
The magic stone emitted light, compressing a stream of air and distorting the surrounding scenery. As soon as the wind blade formed, Sashara pointed her staff at Mengdie, and the "Blade Cut" spell shot out vertically towards her!
Air is colorless, and had the wind blade been horizontal, Mengdie might have needed to be cautious. Unfortunately, it was vertical, with its lower end scraping the floor. The flying sawdust clearly indicated the direction of the attack to Mengdie, who stopped, turned, and nimbly dodged the wind blade. Stepping forward, she was already in front of Sashara!
"Drop the staff!"
Despite her harsh words, Mengdie didn't really want to hurt anyone. Her hands, shaped like blades, struck towards Sashara's wrist holding the staff. If she could take the staff, Sashara would be powerless, just like Mengdie without her necklace.
"Snap, snap," her strikes hit Sashara's wrist accurately. To Mengdie's surprise, the girl's willpower was incredibly strong. Even in pain, Sashara held onto the staff tightly and retreated, creating distance between herself and Mengdie.
"Blade Cut... Shoot!"
Sashara's staff burst into brilliant white light, her grip firm, chanting under her breath. The air around her began to distort, and a magic circle symbolizing wind magic appeared beneath her feet.
The magic circle glowed faintly, complementing the staff's light. Realizing the danger, Mengdie advanced, trying to engage in close combat. But she was a step too late! Sashara swung her staff, and countless distorted air currents around her formed blades, slashing towards Mengdie!
Wood chips flew in the air, and Mengdie, using them as a guide, narrowly dodged the wind blades. In less than a minute, the once-magnificent room was devastated. Deep marks were etched into the walls, and fragile objects like tables and chairs were cleanly sliced apart. Had the room not been large enough, Mengdie might have shared the same fate.
Like even the strongest person tires eventually, the magic ceased after the twenty-third wind blade. Mengdie dodged the last blade and noticed the absence of distorted air around Sashara. Their eyes met, and Sashara's expression revealed her lack of combat experience. Mengdie's heart sank, and she swiftly moved in.
"Violent..."
"Too late!"
Mengdie didn't give her the chance to gather magic again. Her palm turned into a fist, aiming at the girl's face! Sashara, not expecting this to be a feint, raised her hand to block. Seizing the moment of her relaxation, Mengdie's fist reopened, grabbing the staff and jumping back ten steps.
"Princess, you're now powerless. Please sit quietly, alright?"
Mengdie placed the staff behind her, extending her hand forward. After the brief encounter, she was certain of Sashara's lack of close combat skills. Without the aid of magic, she was no different from a complete novice.
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