Chapter 361: Terrifying
“You remember the strategy, yes?” Art asked, leaning heavily on his crutch as his eyes darted around the teams surrounding them on the stone arena.
“Relax, Art,” Vix said. “You’ve already gone over it half a dozen times. I think we’ll be fine. Besides, you said there wasn’t anyone to worry about in the melee, right? You checked all the teams, did you not?”
“I did,” Art admitted. He shifted his weight and rifled through the deck of cards in his hands again, fingers moving so fast that they were practically a blur. “But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t have missed something. My powers are not absolute.”
“Good thing, that,” Kien said. His voice was partially muffled by the mask covering his face, but if there was one word that Art could have used to describe the former hero, it would have been bored. It wasn’t exactly disinterest that radiated from him as much as it was the feeling that he’d done this so many times that he simply didn’t care anymore.
“Why is that a good thing?” Vix asked.
“Because I don’t fancy all my secrets getting plucked from my heads like tasty little grapes,” Kien replied. “All power has limits. If someone could just know everything about someone else through magic alone, it would be terribly unfair. Information is the greatest weapon.”
“I’d say a massive fireball is probably the greatest weapon,” Art muttered.
“Only if you know where to throw the fireball,” Kien replied. He brushed at the ground with his broom, pushing some dust and debris away. “Relax, boy. This is your first time fighting in front of such a big crowd, isn’t it?”
Art blinked. “Yes. Am I that obvious?”