The alchemist was thinking that way before his face turned pale.

��Huh?�

The flame snake that had been heading toward the tree trunks suddenly stopped.

�What the�? Why aren�t you attacking?�

He heard the response from the mages behind him.

�Ugh!�

�Ugh! Just what-�

�Gasp!�

Well, they weren�t really responses.

They were screams and moans.

The three mages above the magic circle were groaning.

He wanted to turn his head to look at them but he was unable to do so.

��Unbelievable.�

Crackle.

He was looking at the burning snake. It stopped in mid-air before changing directions.

The mouth of the snake that had been aiming for the tree trunks down below was turned around.

It was now pointing toward the airship.

The target of its attack had changed.

�Is there such a spell?�

Then there was someone patting the head of that flame snake.

��W, who is that person-?�

The alchemist could see a man with white-gold hair.

He had a white-gold aura around his body and shined like a star. That man was the one trying to turn the Empire�s attack into his own.

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