Irregular Curved
Chapter 9: The Uncommon Ability
JRASH!
A BLAR!
A BLAR!
A BLAR!
Light dodged dozens of magic attacks aimed at him directly while slashing at some of the enemies he passed through.
Light was different from the other nobles. His magic power was too small, his mana capacity was also not as great as nobles his age.
Light is aware when he is weak. The fact that he was defeated in a large-scale activation of magic by his sister who was two years younger was certainly very embarrassing and frustrating at first.
Amidst his busy time attending the academy class, Light has plenty of free time due to his exclusion. Less crowded places such as libraries as well as the empty halls of the academy became the goal of his escape when he did not have a class schedule.
Light spends his time trying to find solutions to his weaknesses. It was impossible if he forced himself to strengthen magic or even increase the quantity of mana. It has become a decree when magic is only determined by genetic factors and the development of his body.
A small number of the academy's teachers pity Light, even some of them have been looking for causes and solutions to the problems Light faces clandestinely because they do not want to attract the anger of the royalty. Still, the result ends at zero.
Light had to settle for his abilities that were far below the children of other nobles.
However, an ancient book he found in the corner of a shabby shelf in one of the old bookstores of the imperial capital had attracted his interest. A logic he had never thought of had re-enlightened his understanding of magic.
"If you only have a small amount of magic, compared to finding an impossible quantity to achieve, then why don't you maximize the quality of magic that you already have today?" or it's that kind of picture that renews Light's thinking about magic training.
With the blade of the sword drifting by the bluish mana, Light lunged over with confidence.
"Geeya!"
Some magic shots are purposeful for sure. Light jumped from the horse while raising his left hand as if he wanted to dispel the magic that was directed at him.
Light's left hand was instantly enveloped in a bluish aura. The group of mana instantly spread out, dispelling and capturing shots that were impossible for Light to avoid.
A BLAR!
A BLAR!
A BLAR!
A few shots directed at him were reflected, instantly destroying the area around the ground that Light had just passed through. Some others were instantly extinct, as if eaten by the mana that Light spread.
The magicians as well as the Arcadia warriors momentarily fell silent due to the overwhelming shock of what was happening right before them, they really doubted what the sense of sight that each of them had captured.
The mana stream that floated around Light instantly spread out very strange black circles. The Arcadia soldiers felt alien to the scenery they had never encountered.
Very late, the black circles floating within the stream were instantly projected into a very densely compressed mana. Each of them shot towards the Arcadia Army's ranks like projectile attacks.
Sheessh!
Sheessh!
It sounded like the sound of the wind splitting. Almost less than a second of conspiracy, Light's enemies' bodies were instantly filled with strange holes.
Their skin was burning, their liver and kidneys were instantly stopped. Thus the hearts of the unfortunate Arcadia soldiers, pitted by compressed mana shots that can even penetrate the clean armor they wear.
"Gyaaah!"
"Let'soo!"
Some of the soldiers were still alive, thrashing for help from nearby comrades. Some others were roasted, their skin torn apart by the engulfing flames.
No one cared about the fate of the Arcadia warriors who were incapable of using magic. Their comrades were running around, going for his most precious life.
It was no longer unthinkable the sheer amount of material possessions, spoils of war that had been manifestly promised to them. Each only cares about their own safety in the midst of an attack that is impossible for them to see.
JRASH!
JRASH!
Light no longer cares, be it law or war crimes, be it enemies who are in good condition or who are dying, as well as the animals that are their mount, all slashed indiscriminately. His mind was only fixed on one thing, giving a lightning strike to Arrend and immediately set out to retreat. That is the only key to its successful operation.
Such was the difference in strength of a true noble and magicians from among knights and commoners who were completely unable to use magic.
Including Arrend, the officers who came from among the nobles of the Arcadia Kingdom had given attention to Light. It had never been thought by a single officer from the Arcadia army that Corthia had such a group of madmen and barbarians who did not care about their own lives.
"Who? Is he from Corthia?" The darkness of the night that was covered in a reddish atmosphere from space caused Arrend to be unaware that the attacker was the Light Group.
His subordinate officers hesitated, "We're not sure, Commander. The situation was too chaotic that we were unable to identify the attacker."
While checking the conditions of the battlefield, Arrend felt some peculiarities. Arrend has a good memory if it concerns the border terrain.
However, the existence of the river that was behind the fortress had disappeared. Although Arrend hadn't set foot in the last few years in the border areas of Arcadia and Corthia, he didn't think the Rhine would recede and disappear.
Even if the Rhine River has receded, there should still be a wide basin through which water passes. Moreover, when he sent out the scout force to check the surrounding conditions, none of the group had returned.
This makes Arrend hesitant to attack on a full scale. Although Arrend's emotions had been ignited, he was still a general in full charge of his entire army.
It would not have been a loss if Arrend had played it safe by deciding to fire a long-range strike while waiting for them to surrender because the food supply was no longer enough to fill the bellies of the Corthia army.
Arrend felt a sense of impropriety towards the attacking group. Even if reported as a group, Arrend could only sense a small amount of magic coming from a single person.
"Interesting." Arrend lifted his mouth to smile, chuckling because it had been a long time since he had met crazy people on the battlefield.
"Cartias, aren't you looking for a strong opponent?!" Arrend called out to the young officer behind him.
"Well?!" A large-statured man with blond hair who grew taller came out of the line on a war horse, "What did you just say, General?!"
"Defeat that madman! I will acknowledge you as my successor only if you can defeat him!"
Arrend's shout carried fire in Cartias' mind. Expected by many to be Arrend's successor, Cartias is a special-capable general who has never been defeated during his time at war.
Cartias jumped down from his warhorse. The officers and magicians who were around instantly gave room.
The yellow pupils of the two eyes were each conical. Cartias' body instantly enlarged, releasing all the armor that was tightly attached to his massive body.
When Cartias's feet treaded the ground, it did not look like the feet of a common man, but rather looked like a top caste beast that ruled the inland forest.
Krraha!
"Don't ever take back the words you said, Old Man."
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