In response to Flue’s shout and the flood of magical energy, the knives were sent flying.
Removing themselves from the floor, they energetically embedded themselves in a nearby wall.
-Or so it seemed. As the knives stuck into it however, what was supposed to be a wall started to fade. As the knives slipped out of it and fell to the ground, it disappeared without a trace.
In other words, the wall they had perceived there was not real.
The rigorously established bounded field had, before the “guidance” of Flue’s astrology, been completely swept away.
“Well done.”
An elegant voice called out from beside him. Shortly afterwards, a pale hand reached out towards the darkness in front of them.
“Call.”
In Luviagelita Edelfelt’s hand, a purple flame ignited. Though it seemed like it would burn her pale white hand, it seemed it held no heat as it colored her skin and flooded the darkness with light.
Flue dropped to the floor and sat down with a tired sigh.
“That was exhausting.”
As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
In reality, what he had done had taken the utmost concentration, which was reflected in Flue’s complexion looking like he had just aged ten years. Naturally, this didn’t happen every time he used magecraft. It was just that the barrier in the Castle of Separation was that powerful.
“-ow…”
Flue began to massage the area around his throat.
It must have been a reaction to his use of magecraft. On top of the fact that using magecraft at all in the Castle was incredibly difficult, the excessive use of it was causing him pain not from his body, but from his magic circuits directly. The agonizing sensation of bone scraping against bone was all the harder to bear knowing the pain itself wasn’t real, but just an illusion created by his magic circuits.
Case Files I, Chapter 4, Part 1