Magic 12 Volume 6

My, you seem to have forgotten something important, Miss Maid. I said that I could do nothing… with only one hand, that is."

In that instant, the Empress Dress that shrouded her suddenly began exhibiting strange behavior, concentrating its flame around a single point―her left arm, that had been broken and immobilized by Yui's Total Reflect.

What is she doing?

Charlotte could not comprehend the meaning behind Stella's actions.

But soon, something even further from her understanding would occur. Somehow, in that searing heat, that arm that should have been shattered began to move!

"Wha—!"

The twisted arm regained its former straightness; crushed fingers formed a fist, and then released it. And again. And again.

The flames then dissipated, and Stella held Lævateinn in her once-broken left hand. A greatsword like that, always having meant to be wielded in two hands, was now so wielded. It shouldn't have been possible with a broken arm. That she could, meant that she had healed that arm.

And yet a fire user like Stella could not use healing magic. So how—

Something flashed across Charlotte's mind, something reckless, incoherent. Her voice was almost pained.

"Could… could it be that you used your fires to melt and weld your broken bones back together…!?"

Stella did not reply. She merely smiled in triumph. That smile said it all. It was exactly that―she had melted down the calcium in her broken bones and put them back together. And now with both her hands restored to her, she was no longer held back by anything.