�It�s fine.�

The Southern Tower Master finished casting the spell the moment he heard Becrock�s words and looked toward him.
The last bit was Becrock�s responsibility.

Crack. Crack. Crack!

Black magic and magic mixed together to create a large shield.
Becrock looked at the tip of the red arrow on the other side of the grey shield and started to mumble.

�Come.�

The red arrow then crashed into the grey shield.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

A loud explosion filled the area.

�Ugh!�

Sir Rex subconsciously let out a groan. There was a silver shield in front of him.
However, the strong crashing of the two manas shook his body.

��Is this what a true magic battle looks like?�

The crashing of mana against mana.
It felt as if even the air was shaking in fear.

The wind was roaring and the hot air made it hard to breathe.
It was different than getting cut by a sword.

This was a power that worked with nature.

Sir Rex�s gaze moved toward Rosalyn without even thinking about it.
He was able to be safe from the explosion because of young master Cale�s silver shield.

��Rosalyn-nim.�

He could see Rosalyn looking forward without a shield around her.
Her red hair was fluttering in the wind.

She didn�t need a shield.

The exploding manas were gobbled up by the red mana around her before they could touch her.

Crack. Crack.

There were still magic stones still pouring out of the spatial pocket bag and providing mana to Rosalyn.
Watching this made Sir Rex think about an existence. JrNovels.com