Orange's feet moved, and it seemed as if he had carved a simple word on the ground.
Atram, who was closest, noticed this first, but didn't know why she did it until -
"Lu Xian-kun!"
Flatt waved his arms, the same way he had flipped Gariasta's lightning magic a few minutes ago.
However, this time, before the spell could take effect, the boy's body was blown away.
"You blond kid over there. You've been trying to find my flaws since a while ago. That's pretty smart, but it's too obvious."
The ritual was interrupted, and the dusty Flatt looked up blankly. It was the first time he encountered such a situation.
"...How do you know?"
"It's impossible that you didn't notice it. Weren't you using this trick on Gariasta's group just now? In other words, you were reading the flow of magic in some way. This ability is quite common, but the precision is really amazing. Directly intervening in a spell to reverse it, no matter who the Clock Tower instructor is, will not teach it. After all, giving the opponent a boomerang effect may lead to self-destruction. But for geniuses, conventions don't apply. El-Melloi Classroom, Waver Velvet, is indeed worthy of his reputation."
Orange is a little talkative, but people who are familiar with her know that she will only become like this when she encounters something that interests her.
"Your spell is the nemesis of most magic. Unfortunately, this majority does not include my magic. My magic ends when the magic power passes through."
Orange waved his finger and drew a rune in the air.
Rune magic.
What she had just carved with her feet to shake Flat away was Algiz, which meant protection. Now she was carving fehu, which symbolized primitive and unrestrained fire.
"Well, we are no match for them. The best strategy is to run away. Lu Xian-kun, Gray!"
Seeing the runes in front of him, Flat immediately made a judgment.
In general magic, refining magic power and weaving a spell are performed at the same time. Rune magic is different. Weaving a spell and refining magic power are separate. First, the words are engraved, and then the magic power is passed through to complete the work. The time from magic power generation to the spell taking effect is infinitely close to zero. Although engraving the words takes time, and the effect of the words is not necessarily stronger than other magic, this structure leaves no room for Flat to intervene.
Of course, that alone wouldn't scare Flatt.
Because of the deal at the end of the century, Rune magic was completely revived, and the Clock Tower even set up several classrooms specifically for studying Rune magic. During his tour of the Clock Tower, Flatt also analyzed Rune magic and could easily carve out a few basic spells.
However, this woman is different. She is not in the same dimension as other rune users.
If the degree of perfection of magic is considered beautiful, then Orange's attainments in runes are comparable to those of Golden Princess and Silver Princess. Her connection with the base of magic is so ideal that it makes people feel like they are dreaming.
She had no magic seals, not many magic circuits, and her magic power was not outstanding. She was not even covered in terrifying magic costumes like the other magicians in the Clock Tower. However, the magic power that slowly circulated around her was like a Mobius ring, natural and impeccable.
Flatt, who was extremely sensitive to magic, knew better than anyone that Orange could make magic form a cycle, from birth to death, from death to birth, over and over again, endlessly.
Even Kenneth, who is also a "crown", has never had such a feeling.
Oops, oops, oops!
At this moment, Flatt was like Sifen who was just stared at by Duan Zang. His hair stood on end and he almost turned around and ran away if it weren't for this voice that stopped him.
"We are standing here with my brother on behalf of the El-Melloi Classroom. Even the 'Grand Title' will not allow us to retreat without a fight."
A white dress hat, a dark scarf, long blond hair, and eyes that were different from usual, like burning flames.
"El-Melloi Classroom, Lanis Archizolti, joins the battle."
Two pairs of eyes with similar colors looked at each other from a distance, and quickly confirmed the fact that the two people had a certain degree of similarity.
They are all determined not to look back once they have set their goals, and they have all betrayed their families for their goals.
"Although it may be rude to say this, you'd better listen to what this boy says. You are no match for me."
"I don't deny it, but our goal is not to defeat you. Although you are on the side of Gariasta now, it does not mean that you have the same goal as him, right?"
Lanis's words brought a hint of surprise to Orange's face.
"You figured it out so quickly? The Lost Princess of El-Melloi... Hehe, unexpectedly good. So what are you going to do?"
"To contain you and defeat Atram Gariastra as quickly as possible."
Lainie made no secret of her intentions, and her every move revealed a strong sense of confidence.
"Will it be that easy? Let me remind you that although my employer is not Gary Astra, for my own purposes, I will not let you knock him down."
"Thanks for the reminder, I will pay attention to it."
Orange reminded her sincerely, and Lanice accepted it with a smile. The two women looked like friends rather than enemies.
"Who's going to hold me back? Is it you? The lost princess?"
"You can just call me Lanis." The 14-year-old girl lifted her skirt and bowed. "It is my honor to ask for advice from the highest 'crown'."
"Then go ahead, I won't kill you for someone's sake."
The red runes suspended in the air were activated, and the unbridled flames formed fire snakes.
"Fervor!"
As Lanis chanted, the ground began to stir. This was the fluid manipulation magic that the Archibald lineage was best at, and the water produced by the sacred land of Izeluma was the natural carrier.
"Well, Miss Orange, I have a suggestion."
At the critical juncture when water and fire were about to break out, Flatt suddenly raised his hand and said.
"If your goal is money, I think it would be more efficient to beat up that brown guy and then make an identical doll to take over his property! That way everyone will be happy!"
"Ugh...!"
The brown guy gritted his teeth with a squeak. The humiliation he suffered today was more than all the humiliation he had suffered in the first half of his life combined.
Orange closed one eye, looked at Atram's profile as if he was thinking seriously, and then shook his head.
"What a coincidence, this person has no sense of beauty. I have no interest in making such a boring doll."