As I said that, I felt an agonizing pain and clutched my chest.

“Gah!”

“Your Highness!” My eyeballs were searingly hot. I didn’t need a mirror to know that my eyes were now bright red. Shadows slowly began to creep in from the edges of my vision.

“…I’m fine. Svin, use your Bestial Magecraft to completely shield your respiratory system. Too much ether can damage your internal organs.”

“—Understood.”

Svin immediately adjusted the Magical Energy around him. Even the air itself was now rich in Mystery. It was an environment that could only belong to Spirit Tomb Albion. That was a truth that I had to accept, regardless of whether I wanted to or not.

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: Grand Roll (Middle); Chapter 1, Part 2