(Lorelette Language)
".....~Traitor~.....~Found you~....."
The eerie intonation grated on Leon's eardrums, the mysterious ancient chant even more puzzling to him.
But this did not hinder Leon from activating the "Molten Flame Sword" magic technique within his Magic Wand.
——Restless, Condensing...
From the Flame Sun Roulette in the Magic Gun, Demon Runes suddenly extended, and the Wing Blades of Garner surged with a fierce Magic Flame.
That "Emmon" with its bizarrely enchanting face suddenly smirked and leapt backwards; its pallid flesh retreating from the Magic Gun just before the scorching Flame Blade materialized.
Leon wouldn't let him escape, swinging his blade to slash, the Flame Blade of the Magic Gun traced a dazzling arc through the air.
But the creature wearing Emmon's shell, as if dancing, spun and dodged in the air with ease, evading the Knight's swift strike; a whistling afterimage lashed out like a whip from behind it.
