The enemy’s body had been hidden under a robe, with only his face exposed.
At a glance from an outsider—
this was exactly what a very traditional Caster was supposed to look like.
Only now, when he stripped off his disguise, did the peculiar details of his gear show themselves.
Underneath, this Original Text holder wore a set of coarse-cloth battle garb that had actually been reinforced by Spells. A simple yet sturdy T‑shaped leather harness wrapped his waist and left chest; from a tal ring on the left hung three Potions in a vertical row, while on the right a bundle of scrolls tied to spools ran down along his thigh, nearly reaching the knee.
Besides that, the pocket on his chest had also been modified and stitched with several small tal cases.
He couldn’t be sure what was stored inside.
But judging from this fully ard appearance, it wasn’t hard to guess that they were definitely not ordinary goods.
"Its na is Styx,
that black water flows downward, all the way to the dark and perilous cliff-foot!"
Ronald stood on full alert, imdiately chanting the incantation from Divine Cody - Hell.
An enemy dressed like this was soone truly good at fighting, a practical combatant rather than a Spell‑research addict.
Today’s battle might be a completely different experience from any he’d had before.
Magic Power flowed out from his Original Text, and Hell’s black mist began to spread through the sky around him. Just as Ronald was trying to alter the environnt—
the Caster of the Nine Commandnts secret eting below directly drew out a scroll, tore it open, and flung it toward the sky above his head.
Whoo—
The next second, a Gale swept in.
The air current summoned from the scroll was unlike any other; the torrent, normally colorless, showed a dark violet hue, and its ferocity carried the dead stillness of extinguished life.
And this Gale was especially fast and fierce, charging at the enemy like a swooping raptor.
Ronald stayed wary.
Seeing he couldn’t get out of the attack range in ti, he naturally prepared to cast a defensive Spell and et it head-on.
Yet just one second before the demonic wind arrived—
the Spell driven by that powerful Magic Power suddenly veered away, blowing toward the outside of the battlefield, and soon dissipated into heaven and earth.
If not for both sides suddenly freezing in place—
just from subjective impression alone, one would almost think everything that had just happened was an illusion.
"..."
This ti, Ronald reacted far faster than the enemy.
He looked up, and the mont his gaze caught that faint trace of Magic Power, his expression relaxed.
"Knew it was you."
The reason the scroll‑borne Spell had abruptly turned aside was completely because Costate, high above, had co to assist her master.
The maid might have been taking Nicole up and away from the battlefield,
but that didn’t an Costate had no way to cast Spells.
Once she sensed the sudden appearance of a wind‑type Spell below, the maid directly extended her control over the airflow, altering the scroll Spell’s attack trajectory.
Though, there had also been so coincidence in the details of this outco.
Catherine had been able to achieve her goal so effortlessly mainly because this Spell hadn’t been created on the spot by the enemy’s Original Text, but was released from a scroll, unleashing a pre‑stored power.
This thod excelled in convenience and speed, and in mystic‑side battles that required chanting it often gained the upper hand.
But in exchange, control and adaptability were greatly diminished.
"Two monsters..."
The Caster of the Nine Commandnts secret eting below spat a quiet curse.
His scroll casting, combined with extrely fast wind‑type Spells, normally produced excellent results, yet today his opponent actually had aerial support, turning his surprise strike into nothing.
At the sa ti, Ronald did not seize the chance to launch a chase.
He hadn’t forgotten the chant the other had just recited, nor the Spell that had wound itself around his body.
With both sides fighting for their lives, how could he possibly ignore sothing like this?
Ronald followed standard mystic‑side practice, trying to use his own powerful Magic Power to directly disrupt the Spell.
But the attempt was completely ineffective.
"Hm?" Ronald’s brow furrowed.
In a short span he tried several more thods to get rid of the Spell, but both common techniques and so specialized approaches all failed to work.
The Spell wrapped around him wasn’t concealed; it continuously emitted rhythmic fluctuations, and the obvious Magic Power changes it caused could be sensed even by ordinary Casters.
In other words—
the Spell locked onto Ronald was not only hard to dispel, it also turned him into a walking torch in the dark night, glaringly obvious to every Caster’s eyes.
Question one: Catholicism, witches...
Recalling those key words in the enemy’s incantation, Ronald felt a stab of foreboding.
He stopped conserving the target‑lock of Greed Original Sin, imdiately activated the Spell, and confird the nature of the enemy’s ability.
—Spell: Witch Hunting Mark
—Place a Spell mark upon a "Wizard", causing them to continuously emit Magic Fluctuation for tracking; remains effective permanently unless the Caster cancels it.
—A Caster bearing this mark will suffer increased damage from Spell attacks, with a fivefold increase against won.
"Witch hunting... special attack against won..."
The constant flow of information laid itself out before him.
Even though Ronald had never read this Original Text, the obvious stylistic features told him that the other side’s Original Text could not be separated from dieval witch hunts.
Now that he understood the enemy’s background, Ronald naturally made his decision; the Original Text seal flashed across his hand:
"Mother of Ro, the joy of all gods and all living things..."
At the mont the chant ended, the Spell mark on Ronald’s body vanished without a trace.
—Criticism of Divine
The first Spell recorded in the Essence Theory Original Text.
Given the limited ti, Ronald couldn’t possibly read the Original Text dozens or hundreds of tis and master all the Spells within.
But using this first Spell posed no problem.
The enemy’s Original Text, tied to witch hunting, was indeed extrely dangerous, but Ronald had more than enough Spells at hand to find a counter.
Down below, however, the Caster of the Nine Commandnts secret eting looked agitated.
He stared at Ronald above with wide eyes; even the hands gripping his bone hamr and Original Text began to tremble under the influence of rage.
"You... you bastard!"
"That’s Mr. Nade’s Original Text—you actually killed him too!"
Nade?
Ronald imdiately realized that was the na of the Caster from whom he’d taken the Essence Theory Original Text.
The enemy in front of him seed to have been extrely close to that man.
Once he recognized that Ronald was using Spells from Essence Theory, endless fury surged up from his heart.
Ronald’s attitude toward battle was ruthlessly efficient.
The mont he noticed this, Wrath Original Sin silently attached itself to the man.
He even felt that wasn’t enough.
So he deliberately held the Essence Theory Original Text up in his hand and waved it at the enemy below:
"Look, his Original Text is right here."
"If you can defeat , you can naturally take it back."
"..."
"I’ll kill you!"
The tactic Ronald had chosen took effect imdiately.
Seeing his friend’s Original Text in the enemy’s hand, the enemy’s reason snapped like a broken string; he no longer cared about tactics or caution.
"You monster, don’t even think about walking out of here alive today!"
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