Realizing that he had been caught, Svin performed a counterattack, controlling his nerves and muscles to keep the bleeding at a minimum and slashing wildly with his claws of mercury. This was the supreme Mystic Code, created with Bestial Magecraft + the magecraft of the El-Mellois, with enough power and speed to slice apart steel and enough mystery to harm Spirits.

However, Faker was able to calmly parry the vicious attacks that came from every direction. It didn’t look like it had taken her much effort, and it was as if a switch has been clicked in Svin’s heart as his claws were deflected again and again.

It wasn’t just that, either. Faker either dodged or destroyed with the supporting bullets fired from the crystal damselfly-guns around her with a single word of high-speed incantation.

“…!”

I inhaled sharply.

Faker was a mage from the Age of the Gods, as well as a proficient warrior. I knew all of this. However, I didn’t know that she had tricks like this up her sleeve.

“What an interesting student,” Faker said as her blade continued to clash against Svin’s claws. Her voice was powerful and piercing. That was probably an important ability to possess as a general on a battlefield in an age without communication technology.

“I’ve seen mages that use the power of beasts before in the East. The mages of the Indus were difficult to deal with, too. I would have had much more trouble if it wasn’t for the boy that led the way for us. Haha, the wine he brought was delicious. Though it did get my king drunk, and the results were far from pleasant.”

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: Grand Roll (Middle); Chapter 1, Part 3