Chapter 90: Librarian Ernest (11). As Family, As a Disciple
Malik’s hands trembled.
The pain radiating from his face.
The humiliation of being publicly disgraced before a crowd.
As someone who had never been familiar with words like "patience" or "forbearance," Malik’s rage effortlessly exceeded its threshold.
I’ll kill her.
Any thoughts of holding back to avoid damaging that pretty face, or of defeating her gently to make her yield—those were all discarded.
He even forgot that this was a mock battle, that there were spectators watching from all sides.
Surrendering to childish irritation and pure impulse, Malik cast another spell.
—Fwoooosh!
Beside him, a sword made of fire materialized.
Unlike the spells Eris had deliberately rigged with conditions, this was one Malik had already copied in advance. It absorbed his mana with no issue and grew more intense.
Yes, this is it! I don’t know what kind of trick she pulled before, but with this...!!