The Wailing sensed the scent on him, simultaneously turning to face this intruder of their hunting ground.
Seizing the montary pause of the Wailing, Kurs took a deep breath, infusing all of his spiritual power into the shoddy Magic Wand in his hand.
"...Fla that burns all, may you incinerate with incomparable heat the sins lingering in the Mortal World!"
Scorching flas erupted from the tip of the wand, like arrows shot from a crossbow, striking precisely at one Wailing.
The burning Wailing fell soundlessly in pain.
anwhile, other Wailing charged towards him, deciding to tackle this greater nuisance before enjoying their delicious prey.
As Kurs retreated while Casting, he loudly called out to the juniors who were petrified with fear: "Get out of here! Why are you still standing there!"
The Apprentices woke from their daze, scrambling and climbing to flee to the other end of the passage.
After confirming they had gone far, Kurs sighed with relief.
Facing the approaching gray monsters, he simply tossed away the botherso blanket. On his face, pale from fear, was a smile uglier than crying.
He raised the Magic Wand, ready to fall apart at any mont, and with all his might, uttered the first, and most sincere prayer of his life.
"Saint Sis above... please grant the fire to purify the Evil Spirit!"
Integrating the power of Holy Light into the fla was his spur-of-the-mont attempt; under normal circumstances, he would never take such a risk, but now he could only gamble on this single Casting opportunity.
Ordinary flas could never eliminate such a number of Chaos Evil Spirit!
A sacred fla erupted from the tip of the wand, possessing no scorching temperature but with undeniable majesty.
The fla transford into a purifying wave, instantly sweeping through the corridor ahead.
The dozens of Wailing, upon touching the fla, suddenly lted away silently like snow exposed under the blazing sun, leaving not a trace of ash!
Kurs felt his body sway, his head spinning, almost collapsing to the ground.
Pale-faced, he leaned against the wall, panting heavily, shocked while watching his slightly trembling hands.
This is...
A breakthrough??
The sacred fla gradually extinguished, and the corridor returned to silence.
Without waiting for Kurs to ponder what happened to him, he felt a turmoil as if all his Strength was drained.
The wobbling Magic Wand in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack," and his knees softened, about to collapse.
Yet, just as he was about to fall, several thin yet strong hands tily supported him from behind.
They were the juniors he had saved.
These young Magic Apprentice had not run far, watching worriedly from a nearby corner.
At this mont, they looked at him with eyes mixed with guilt, reverence, and concern, as if gazing at a Hero.
A junior girl ran forward, picked up the blanket he had dropped, and carefully draped it over the unclad him.
"Thank you..." She looked at Kurs and said sincerely, "…Lord Brave with a blanket!"
Naked Hero with a blanket...
Hero?
This appellation caused Kurs' heart to skip a beat.
Looking at those grateful faces, a strange emotion surged in his chest, making him sowhat choked up.
Praise Saint Sis...
He vaguely understood what he truly wanted… or indeed longed for.
With the support of the juniors, Kurs finally reached the temporary refuge in the East District.
As he stepped into this temporarily safe area, he heard the "legend" about himself from the crowd's chatter.
"...Did you hear? A guy saved a whole group of rookies!"
"Who is it?"
"I don't know... but it seems, nad…"
"Naked Hero!"
"Yes! That's the na!"
"Hahaha! Really?"
This ridiculous nickna burned the newfound color on Kurs' face to the roots of his ears.
He was so ashad he wished he could find a hole and crawl into it!
Yet, thinking of those eyes full of genuine admiration, an uncontrollable smile of delight and pride still managed to appear on his embarrassed face.
An inconspicuous seed is quietly taking root and sprouting in the shadows where the sunlight cannot reach...
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