Chapter 71 — Fire (3)
Inhaling deeply, Cynthia looked at her hands. Between her palms, an orange light flickered, its glow unstable. She hurled the large fireball into the blaze, while the commoners standing afar shrieked in fear.
"What are you doing, you witch?!"
"Have you lost your mind?!"
"Are you trying to kill us?!"
"How can you do this?!"
The screams halted once they noticed the large fireball Cynthia had thrown began to shallow the fire already on the trees, and slowly, only the fire the grand duchess had created remained, hovering in the air above the brunt trees, where a few of the trunks remained sturdy enough to keep standing although they had turned a pitch black due to the fire.
"You..." the old man, who had thrown a rock at her muttered, muttered, his eyes widening.
"It seems like the fire had been solved—" Just Cynthia said so, the fire she created rushed toward her at a high speed. She had completely forgotten to make it disappear and the side of the spell. She quickly spread her arms, closing her eyes. A large white barrier formed around her, and soon the fire rushing her way hit the barrier and began to fade away into the white barrier.
The crowd watched her movements in awe while Cynthia let out a sigh of relief though her vision blurred for a moment.
"I might have used too much mana," she muttered, gently wiping the sweat that ran down her face.
Lucian, who didn’t expect her to solve the issue, stood behind unable to speak a word. The shock from witnessing her perform such powerful spells left him wondering if she truly didn’t know that she possessed magic. After all, a person who never performed magic couldn’t possibly have grown so strong in merely a few months!