Chapter 98: He’s nicer than I thought
The plan was simple, Johan, Sebastian, and Olivia would face him as tanks to keep it busy, while Orihime would use her spell [Paper Magic: I Am] to make sure they didn’t fall while using ranged attacks.
Johan’s eyes reflected the black, slimy long sword made purely from his melted Aether, laced with minor properties of [Defuse].
Instantly, two swords similar to the one in his hand manifested in thin air, and he passed them to Sebastian and Olivia.
This was the key to defeating that Daimon—these swords could actively dematerialize matter at a touch. Even though that creature wouldn’t give Johan enough time to cast a proper [Defuse],
They could still kill it.
Sebastian’s face brightened as he observed the sharp blade on both sides of the katana, while Olivia stared, marveling at the raw beauty of the weapon.
"Olivia, you stay behind me. Only come forward if I’m about to get hit—and take the hit for me. Remember, your purpose is defense, not offense," Sebastian explained calmly.
It was obvious now to everyone that Olivia had never touched a sword, never studied martial arts, or even physically trained in her life.
She just relied purely on her instincts—like tearing monsters with her nails, or throwing sloppy punches that blew their heads off. Only her high stats had kept her useful so far.
Johan nodded, "I’ll support you while tanking the hits the same way. Just trust us and focus purely on offense, and cutting that thing down," he said seriously. He also lacked formal physical combat skills, but was forced to learn techniques at a young age—skills that, paired with his now high strength, became very useful.
But even with that, he wouldn’t call himself a master like Sebastian.