An Old Country Bumpkin Sweeps Them Aside

“Hah, what a waste of time.”

Lucy muttered, looking thoroughly exasperated.

There was no exhilaration in her expression, like she’d felt after winning a fight, nor the satisfaction she’d shown after sparring with me.

She looked utterly disappointed as she cast a cold glance at the fallen man.

Wait, hold on. What did she just do?

Dusk raised his right hand, Lucy raised hers in response, and then Dusk was sprawled on the floor.

“W-What was that...?”

The question slipped out before I could stop it.

To anyone watching, it would’ve looked like Dusk had suddenly collapsed. Without knowing Lucy was a mage, it would’ve seemed as if he’d brought himself down for no reason.

“Hm? You’ve seen it once before, haven’t you, Beryl?”...