Chapter 19: The Price of the Promise (3)
“Dear disciple? It might be difficult, but could you maintain that state for a moment?”
“Leave it to me.”
Pop!
As Risir confidently answered, the mana and wind gathered in his hand scattered everywhere.
Since its creation relied on momentary intuition and instinct rather than refined experience and knowledge, the magic crumbled the moment will intervened.
“...What I meant was, just leave it to me. I didn’t guarantee I’d give it back—”
“Oh, he’s rebelling.”
Roera laughed playfully, casually fixing her hair messed up by the wind.
“Rebelling? Miss Roera, Risir would never do that. Actually, I misspoke. I meant to tell him to dispel the magic immediately, but my tongue twisted, and Risir just happened to notice, you see.”
<Damn it, Pamon. This is heartbreaking. Even a discarded lover wouldn’t be so pathetic. How did you fall so low?>
“I’m so sorry Master. I tried to concentrate, but I suddenly got distracted instead...I think it’s because I summoned it by relying on a fleeting sensation...”