The Archmage on a House Call (5)

Just before Prince Valerius's sword could cleave Lunaris's body in two,

Meteors came pouring down from the starry night sky.

Each beam of light was a mass of mana with physical destructive power.

“Ghk?!”

-Thudthudthudthud!!

Accompanied by the sound of metal being hammered, Prince Valerius's body was pushed backward.

The mana-wreathed blade failed to touch even a single strand of silver hair, cutting only empty space.

“Ha, hahaha...! Looks like you've finally decided to put up a proper fight!”

Blood flowed back up and spilled between his lips, but Prince Valerius merely wiped it away roughly with the back of his hand and erupted into maniacal laughter.

Pain was the last thing on his mind. More than that, the alcohol had dulled his senses too much for him to feel it...