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- Several illusionary gunshots rang out in a row. It did not matter that the gun was flintlock.
- If these had been actual lead bullets, there would have been nothing Kamijou could do.
- But this was magic. That meant his surefire right hand would work against it. Having too
- perfect an image of something could be both a good thing and a bad thing.
- He deflected the bullets and moved right up to Aleister.
- Or he should have.
- “Spray.”
- “Wha—?”
- Kamijou’s confused voice did not actually leave his mouth as sound.
- Before it could, an unpleasant cracking sound stabbed into him from the side. He doubled
- over as an impact tore into his ribs. He had been running forward, but he was knocked
- sideways. Blood burst from his mouth as he breathed. Unable to cry out or scream, he
- rolled again and again across the invisible floor.
- ***
- “The Blasting…Rod!! Is that what did it!?”
- “It amplifies the magic’s power to ten times what the target thinks it is. That is the surest
- and simplest symbol of power that my one absolute master, Allan Bennett, specialized in.
- Although to avoid jealousy from foolish Westcott or Mathers, he disguised it as a trick that
- sent the target’s refined magic power out of control to knock them unconscious without
- harming them.”
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