“If that’s the case… There’s no point in this farce anymore. ”

As she said that, she raised the lance in her hands.

Terrifying amounts of Magical Energy began to swirl with the lance at its center, forming a whirlpool of dark power many times the size of the lance itself.

“…Holy lance, removing restraints.”

Those four, simple words made me feel an indescribable amount of fear.

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: The Atlas Contract (Upper); Chapter 2, Part 5