Chapter 65 - be ashamed
"Twin casting? No—it’s called instant casting. I didn’t cast two spells at the same time; I cast one right after the other. It’s a hard technique to master, sure, but in high-pressure moments, I tend to surprise even myself," Henry said, casually brushing dust from his coat.
"Let me make something else clear too," he added, now speaking with the calm tone of a seasoned lecturer. "Before reaching the Forging Stage, a curse magician’s power is relatively average. Honestly, someone from your field—body modification—could easily overpower an untrained curse user.
"But once we reach the Forging Stage, that’s when curse magicians truly blossom. At that level, we begin crafting our own spells. That’s when things get annoying for opponents. From that point on, only top-tier mages in other field can hope to resist a well-crafted curse."
He spoke with the air of someone reciting knowledge from memory—like a professor sharing hard-earned wisdom.
The kid tilted its head, confused. "Why are you telling me all this?"
That question silenced Henry for a moment. He scratched his head awkwardly before answering with a faint smile.
"Habit, I guess. I’m used to explaining everything in detail. Comes from having friends constantly bombarding me with questions back at the academy."
He took a step forward now, his tone shifting—sharper, more serious.
"Anyway, the spell I cast on you only causes fatigue. It won’t hurt you—yet. But believe me, I do have far more painful curses in my arsenal. So, answer my questions... and I might consider letting you live.
"If not..." he paused, his eyes narrowing, "then I can only pray for wherever your soul ends up."
Crick!