Chapter 39
Rosalie stared at the cloaked individual as their fingers tightened around the cloth. She was too far away to make it out, but it almost looked like something was written on it. It couldn’t have been a ritual circle, but there was certainly something special about the seemingly mundane object.
The mannitor quickly closed the distance between itself and the mystery person, Rosalie watching intently. Just as it reached the person, stomping down to trample over their body, they jumped out of the way, just barely avoiding being crushed to death. The moment they landed, as the mannitor charged past them, they leapt to their feet and reached out with the cloth, as if they were attempting to press it against the monster’s skin. However, they were just slightly too slow, and it ran past before stopping and spinning around, readying itself to charge once again.
Just what was this person’s plan? They clearly didn’t have too much in the realm of physical Stats, considering how slowly they were moving, but they seemed to be confident they could defeat this fearsome monster with the help of that cloth. Really, the way they were acting, it did almost seem like they had a Fire Ritual painted onto it. But Rosalie knew it was impossible to move a ritual circle around like that.
Perhaps this person was merely trying to pretend to be a Blood Mage, and didn’t know enough about the Class to know what they were pretending to do was impossible? But why would they fake such a thing? Were they trying to scare someone? But they wouldn’t be able to scare a beast like a mannitor with an act like that, and there wasn’t anyone else around but her and Alfon—and she certainly wasn’t about to be fooled by a flawed imitation of this Class.
The monster charged, and the mystery person readied themself once again. They leapt out of its path right as it was about to hit them, landing more gracefully this time and pivoting to slam the cloth onto the beast’s back leg. Rosalie leaned forward, eager to see what would happen when they did so, but their foot caught on the ground and they tripped, falling into the rubble scattered across the dirt.
She frowned. This person clearly wasn’t a trained fighter. It would only take a couple years of training or a few dozen points in Dexterity before a warrior would have enough control over their body to never make a mistake like that again. Was she wrong, then? Was this just some random insane person mimicking what descriptions they’d heard of a powerful person in town? Did they even have a Class at all?
The mannitor turned around again. At this point, it seemed furious that its previous two attacks had missed, and was ready to gore straight through this poor individual.
She looked over at Alfon. “We need to go kill that monster. That person is helpless. I don’t think they have any defenses against—”
Rosalie was interrupted by a bright light blazing to life in the corner of her vision. She glanced back over at the person and the mannitor, only to find that the monster that had once towered over this hooded individual had crashed to the ground, being eaten alive by flames as tall as the buildings it had once smashed to bits.