"W-What?! Why can't I channel my mana?!"
Akira's voice was a mix of shock and rising panic as she struggled against her bindings.
Arthur smirked, giving the rope a playful tug, making her sway slightly.
"It's a simple magic seal. How is it?"
Akira's silver eyes burned with indignation.
"Aren't you a swordsman?! How the hell are you using magic?!"
Arthur tilted his head, looking amused.
"Well, it seems you know too little about me. So why don't you stop resisting and party up with me? That way, we could… get to know each other better."
Akira glared at him, then groaned.
"Fine, fine! First, turn me around. I'm feeling dizzy hanging like this!"
"Of course."
With a casual flick of his fingers, the vine twisted—turning Akira upright while keeping her tightly bound.
Akira exhaled sharply, then smirked.
"Hah! You're too naïve! Now that I can focus, I can gather my mana. This worthless seal? I'll break it in no time!"
Arthur crossed his arms.
