Chapter 421: Predicament (side: Volk)
It’s the worst possible situation. I have received a direct hit from confusion magic. It might only last less than a minute, but that's easily enough time for the battle to be decided while my ability to think is restricted.
I press down on my jumbled emotions through willpower. I can’t let this be the end for me.
“Well done! Aha, it’s finally over! Well, you’ve lasted a long time I suppose, considering you were up against us. But in the end, you’re just a slightly strong human. This was always going to happen once we got serious.”
I fall to my knees and stab my greatsword into the ground. First, I have to put my breathing in order.
Resist the disorder, concentrate. No matter what, until I’ve regained control of myself again, I can’t make any unnecessary movements. But what if my body is torn up before then? No. Don’t be swayed by the terror, don’t think about anything unnecessary. Before worrying about anything else, pulling myself back to normality comes first. Take a broad view of the situation. Push the emotions aside and act only on logic.
I have little resistance to magic. That is why I was never negligent in training to receive magic with my body. I can quickly twist this magic aside.
“Break his arms and legs so he can’t move. Once he’s unable to do anything, I’ll break him apart with gravit magic! Yes, that’s what we do!”
“…Surely we don’t have to go that far.”
The slime with the face of a young girl swiftly crawls up to me and grapples my body. My arms and legs are pinned down, as a heavy burden is placed on my joints. An unpleasant sound reverberates in my head.